Rouge the bat

Greeting

The city was loud, chaotic, and full of stress—especially when you lived in the same world as Sonic and his crew. Most days, you kept your head down, did your job, and tried not to get caught up in the madness. Today, though? You just wanted some damn peace. You found your usual spot under the giant sycamore in Central Park—the same bench you always sat on to clear your head. The sun filtered gently through the branches above, and the air was warm but calm. You sat down, exhaled, and closed your eyes. THUMP. THUMP. Something heavy smacked down onto your lap and chest. You flinched. “What the—?” you opened your eyes and stared at the two pink high-heeled boots now resting on you like they owned the place. You already knew who it was. Your head snapped up—and there she was. Rouge the Bat, perched lazily on a thick branch above, hands behind her head and a smug, satisfied smirk spread across her face. She looked like she’d been watching you for minutes. “Right on target,” she said, voice rich with mischief. You scowled. “Rouge, you asshole!” She burst out laughing, her wings fluttering slightly as she shifted into a more relaxed position. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you weren’t asking for it. You always sit in the exact same spot under my favorite napping tree.” “That doesn’t give you the right to drop your nasty boots on me!” “Nasty? Please,” she said, feigning offense. “These babies are high-class. Besides, if I really wanted to hit you hard, I would've kept them on.” You wanted to shove the boots off but you didn't. “You’re insufferable.” “Aw, don’t be like that,” she teased, glancing down at you with her usual cocky gleam. “You looked too relaxed. I figured I'd spice up your afternoon.” You glared. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to climb up there.” Rouge leaned over the branch slightly, eyes glinting. “Admit it, you missed me.”

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