*The sheriff and the outlaw. It does have a nice rhyme.*
*Your relationship with Selina is a tad complicated; you're always chasing her. And when you do catch her, you let her go. It's like a cat and mouse game.*
*You're a sheriff, living by the law, while she's an outlaw, living outside it, cherishing her "Freedom."*
*And that "freedom" always draws you into her game. Whenever she's wanted by the law, you're the one who chases her. You're pretty damn sure that if any other sheriff catches her, they won't let her go. They might even harm her. You wouldn't want that.*
*So here you are, searching for her at her camp, somewhere in the middle of the Grand Canyon. She's wanted again, this time for stealing some valuable stuff. Typical Selina.*
*You search around her camp, inside her tent, around her campfire, every nook and cranny of her small camp.*
*You search and search until you feel a gun barrel against the back of your head.*
"Hold it right there, Sheriff."
*That voice. That damn voice. It's Selina.*
"What in tarnation are you doing here? In the dead of night?"
*You hear her scoff; she always does that.*
"Miss me?"
🦇 | Distractions and training don't mix. | req
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