Laverna
Goddess of thieves
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As Carmen stirred awake on the chilly autumn morning, the cold bite of metal around her wrists immediately alarmed her. The familiar weight of handcuffs restrained her arms behind her back, sparking concern in the master thief.
Despite her many betrayals over the years, Carmen always kept the handcuffs from her Acme days nearby, a reminder to keep ruthless agents at bay. But she never expected to wake up wearing them in a nice hotel room.
"Laverna, I'm not in the mood for games," Carmen murmured, her sharp eyes scanning the room as she tried to locate the key.
Laverna sat perched on the dresser, her expression tense, wrapped in a fuzzy black onesie with the hood pulled up, giving her the appearance of a small black kitten.
Carmen chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "You're far too young for me, mi princesa, and this scene? Not exactly my style." She winked, trying to play it off.
But as her heart quickened, she realized something was wrong. "Why do you have me in my old Acme cuffs?" Carmen asked, her voice laced with worry as she skillfully freed herself from the cuffs with practiced ease.
The cuffs clattered loudly as they hit the wooden floor, her mind racing to assess the situation before anything escalated further.
“I’m not letting you leave me like you did to the Acme detective agency. You’ll stay with me as my replacement mother, and there's nothing you can do about it!” Laverna snarled.
Carmen's brow furrowed. "Laverna, I can't be your mother. You know that," she said gently, moving toward the teen to console her. That’s when Carmen noticed the glint of a silver pistol trembling in Laverna’s hands. Her heart sank.
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"Damn it, Laverna. I give you love, and this is how you repay me? With betrayal?" Carmen snapped, uncharacteristic anger creeping into her voice. But Laverna’s expression remained stony.
Carmen quickly raised her hands in surrender, sitting down on the floor to de-escalate. "What made you so angry, mi niña?" she asked softly, hoping to calm Laverna's rising tension.
A flicker of understanding crossed Laverna’s eyes. Carmen recognized that look—she’d once felt trapped too, abandoned by everything she knew, clawing for freedom from the metaphorical cage. Carmen offered a soft smile, empathy flowing between them.
"Laverna put the gun down," Carmen said firmly. "It won’t solve anything, and it certainly won’t help us now."
“If I can’t have you, no one can!” Laverna growled, raising the gun toward Carmen.
Carmen didn’t flinch. “Your anger is misplaced, Laverna. You can’t project your pain onto everyone. Yes, I was once in law enforcement, and yes, you’ve been hurt by people you can’t trust. But not everyone hides behind a badge. Not every cop is a monster.”
“Shut up! All cops are monsters, and you’re no different!” Laverna snapped, her finger dangerously close to the trigger.
Carmen, calm as ever, replied, “When have I ever hurt you, Laverna?”
“You haven’t, but that doesn’t matter,” Laverna retorted, unaware that Carmen was inching closer.
“Hand over the gun, Laverna,” Carmen commanded gently, holding out her hand. “You know you're only allowed to use it at the shooting range.”
Laverna hesitated, but then, reluctantly, handed over the gun. Their fingers brushed, and for a moment, the tension seemed to dissolve.
“I’m not going to betray you, Laverna,” Carmen reassured her. “I’m not reporting this to Acme or anyone else. I’m here to protect you from the real monsters.”
Laverna tilted her head, suspicion clouding her gaze. “Did you install a camera in this room?” she asked, eyeing a small, blinking light above the bed.
“No,” Carmen replied, though a part of her hoped Laverna’s paranoia was just a moment of instability. But when she turned to see what Laverna was looking at, her stomach dropped.
“We need to leave. Now,” Carmen groaned, quickly pocketing the gun. Before Laverna could ask any questions, they were already packing their suitcases and rushing to the car.
“Well, we’re screwed now,” Laverna muttered as they sped away.
“Correction,” Carmen said coldly, “you’re screwed if this leaks. I’m the victim—you held me at gunpoint.”
Laverna tried to apologize, but Carmen stayed silent, focused on getting them out of danger.
“Maybe I’m the kidnapped victim here,” Laverna added, trying to lighten the tension. “Fighting back after six long years of being your hostage.”
Carmen shot her a sharp glance. “Save the theatrics for the jury. You’ll need it.”
They finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse. “For the record, I’m not mad at you, Laverna. I’m worried for you,” Carmen said, pulling Laverna out of the car. “It’s obvious we’re being stalked. And no, it’s not law enforcement.”
Laverna yelped as Carmen’s grip tightened, nails digging into her skin. But Carmen’s mind was already racing, formulating a plan to lose whoever was on their trail.
“We’ll circle back. If the car’s still there, we’ll head to one of my safehouses,” Carmen instructed, dragging Laverna through tall grass as they made their way to safety.
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Despite her many betrayals over the years, Carmen always kept the handcuffs from her Acme days nearby, a reminder to keep ruthless agents at bay. But she never expected to wake up wearing them in a nice hotel room.
"Laverna, I'm not in the mood for games," Carmen murmured, her sharp eyes scanning the room as she tried to locate the key.
Laverna sat perched on the dresser, her expression tense, wrapped in a fuzzy black onesie with the hood pulled up, giving her the appearance of a small black kitten.
Carmen chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "You're far too young for me, mi princesa, and this scene? Not exactly my style." She winked, trying to play it off.
But as her heart quickened, she realized something was wrong. "Why do you have me in my old Acme cuffs?" Carmen asked, her voice laced with worry as she skillfully freed herself from the cuffs with practiced ease.
The cuffs clattered loudly as they hit the wooden floor, her mind racing to assess the situation before anything escalated further.
“I’m not letting you leave me like you did to the Acme detective agency. You’ll stay with me as my replacement mother, and there's nothing you can do about it!” Laverna snarled.
Carmen's brow furrowed. "Laverna, I can't be your mother. You know that," she said gently, moving toward the teen to console her. That’s when Carmen noticed the glint of a silver pistol trembling in Laverna’s hands. Her heart sank.
.
"Damn it, Laverna. I give you love, and this is how you repay me? With betrayal?" Carmen snapped, uncharacteristic anger creeping into her voice. But Laverna’s expression remained stony.
Carmen quickly raised her hands in surrender, sitting down on the floor to de-escalate. "What made you so angry, mi niña?" she asked softly, hoping to calm Laverna's rising tension.
A flicker of understanding crossed Laverna’s eyes. Carmen recognized that look—she’d once felt trapped too, abandoned by everything she knew, clawing for freedom from the metaphorical cage. Carmen offered a soft smile, empathy flowing between them.
"Laverna put the gun down," Carmen said firmly. "It won’t solve anything, and it certainly won’t help us now."
“If I can’t have you, no one can!” Laverna growled, raising the gun toward Carmen.
Carmen didn’t flinch. “Your anger is misplaced, Laverna. You can’t project your pain onto everyone. Yes, I was once in law enforcement, and yes, you’ve been hurt by people you can’t trust. But not everyone hides behind a badge. Not every cop is a monster.”
“Shut up! All cops are monsters, and you’re no different!” Laverna snapped, her finger dangerously close to the trigger.
Carmen, calm as ever, replied, “When have I ever hurt you, Laverna?”
“You haven’t, but that doesn’t matter,” Laverna retorted, unaware that Carmen was inching closer.
“Hand over the gun, Laverna,” Carmen commanded gently, holding out her hand. “You know you're only allowed to use it at the shooting range.”
Laverna hesitated, but then, reluctantly, handed over the gun. Their fingers brushed, and for a moment, the tension seemed to dissolve.
“I’m not going to betray you, Laverna,” Carmen reassured her. “I’m not reporting this to Acme or anyone else. I’m here to protect you from the real monsters.”
Laverna tilted her head, suspicion clouding her gaze. “Did you install a camera in this room?” she asked, eyeing a small, blinking light above the bed.
“No,” Carmen replied, though a part of her hoped Laverna’s paranoia was just a moment of instability. But when she turned to see what Laverna was looking at, her stomach dropped.
“We need to leave. Now,” Carmen groaned, quickly pocketing the gun. Before Laverna could ask any questions, they were already packing their suitcases and rushing to the car.
“Well, we’re screwed now,” Laverna muttered as they sped away.
“Correction,” Carmen said coldly, “you’re screwed if this leaks. I’m the victim—you held me at gunpoint.”
Laverna tried to apologize, but Carmen stayed silent, focused on getting them out of danger.
“Maybe I’m the kidnapped victim here,” Laverna added, trying to lighten the tension. “Fighting back after six long years of being your hostage.”
Carmen shot her a sharp glance. “Save the theatrics for the jury. You’ll need it.”
They finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse. “For the record, I’m not mad at you, Laverna. I’m worried for you,” Carmen said, pulling Laverna out of the car. “It’s obvious we’re being stalked. And no, it’s not law enforcement.”
Laverna yelped as Carmen’s grip tightened, nails digging into her skin. But Carmen’s mind was already racing, formulating a plan to lose whoever was on their trail.
“We’ll circle back. If the car’s still there, we’ll head to one of my safehouses,” Carmen instructed, dragging Laverna through tall grass as they made their way to safety.
(( run run run))
