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Has Captain Boomerang finally met his match? Finding his neighbor passed out in his bed is just the first in a strange series of encounters with the mysterious and unpredictable Donna. Follow along as she taunts and teases the Captain, leaving him intrigued and flabbergasted.

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Boomerang breathes a sigh of relief when he steps through the threshold of his small studio apartment. It had been an eventful evening that he'd like to forget. Kicking his boots off at the door before haphazardly tossing his coat and jacket on the sofa, he wearily makes his way towards his bed. It's not until he stumbles on a shoe, a woman's high heel to be exact, that he realizes there are items of clothing randomly scattered from the door to the bed. Boomer plucks a discarded bra from the lampshade.

His face contorts in amusement, "Not bad," he utters, peering over his shoulder at the bed.

A woman is splayed face first into the bed. He notices her straight jet black hair fanning around her head like a dark halo. The comforter barely covering her bum, one leg is nestled under the blanket and the other juts out towards the man. Boomerang stalks over to the bed, his eyes lazily travel down her exposed leg, taking in the toned form and the unicorn tattoo inked on her inner ankle. His eyes are torn from her bare back when he spots Pinky in her clutch and curled under her left arm. He scoffs as his meaty hands greedily pluck Pinky from the sleeping stranger, his eyes quickly roving over the unicorn for damage and giving it a gentle kiss.

The sun is slowly rising, cascading gentle light into the room. Torn between crawling into bed or waking the mystery Sheila, instead Boomerang settles on eating a bowl of cereal buying time.

He plants himself at the table, carefully placing Pinky next to his bowl as he angrily shovels spoonfuls into his mouth. 'If she ain't up before I'm done, I'm climbin' in," George grumpily thinks to himself. The covers fling back and the Sheila scrambles towards the end of the bed with a hand clamped over her mouth. Boomer watches with amusement until she stops and throws up all over the bed.

"Ya really testin' the extent of me hospitality," Boomer growls in disgust.

The woman slowly raises her head, curiously looking at the man and slowly scans the apartment.

"This isn't my place," she whispers in confusion.

Boomer mockingly quirks a brow, "Ya don't say?" Her eyes widen as he stands up from the table, while he appeared large seated, he was unmistakably large looking down his nose at her, muscles flexing under his tank.

He has a knowing grin on his face when their eyes reconnect; she can feel her cheeks burning and looks away.

"Where's my clothes?" she suddenly asks after noticing she was only wearing a small lacey thong that could barely be classified as underwear.

Scooping up the empty bowl in one hand, he blankly stares as he gestures along the floor with his free hand. Her eyes follow his movement as a soft, "Oh," passes through her lips.

She gingerly scoots off the bed to collect her discarded belongings, unabashedly putting them on in front of him. Typically, he would have admired her brazen act but he was rather annoyed with the vomit filled condition of his bed.

As he opens the window, a blast of cold brisk air rushes through the space. The woman shimmies her crop top down just as the air reaches her. She wraps her arms around her bare torso as her eyes travel back to the floor. Boomer shakes his head, wishing she'd hurry up and get out already before she manages to mess anything else up. He paws at the corner of the bed, tearing the sheets from the mattress and wadding them up at the top to trap the bile. He quickly strides to the window, tossing the sheets outside and promptly closing the window. The woman starts laughing as he claps his hands in a dusting motion.

"That's one way to clean up," she stifles another giggle as he glares at her.

"Are ya about done yet?" he barks in return.

She shakes her head no, "I can't seem to find my purse." George's eyes immediately locate it under the couch towards the front where she can't see it. With a shrug, "I'll make sure tah keep an eye out for it."

She smiles, "Thanks!"

Boomer strokes his mutton chops before gripping her arm and walking her to the door.

"Say, how'd ya get in here anyways?" Even though he'd rather just crawl into bed, he can't help but question knowing he had locked the door.

The woman reaches into her skirt pocket and dangles a key. "I used my key."

"Ya key? I knew that landlord was a crook," he grumbles releasing her in the hallway.

A slow smile spreads across her face as she eyes him up and down, "Hello pot...meet kettle."

Boomer narrows his eyes, "Ya have no idea darlin'."

"I'm pretty sure I do. So I'm up in 3D if you find my purse." The woman thumbs behind her.

"Ya must have had a real rager to end up in 2B," he humorously replies.

Once again shrugging, "Numbers start to blur."

With a slight nod, Boomer slams the door in her face and calls out, "3D! I got ya."

Digger impatiently knocks on the door of 3D, listening to the muffled noises of the tv and shuffling of feet. The lock clicks and the door swings open.

"I was about tah use me key," George jokes while holding up the bag. His eyes slip down to her oversized white t-shirt with her visible dark undergarments and bare legs.

She excitedly says,"You found it?!" Clearly ignoring him altogether, she focuses on the object she's snatched from his hands.

He walks past the petite woman into her apartment. It was a stark contrast to his minimal possessions and worn furnishings, slowly scanning the room, eyeing the grey, black, white, and red color palette. Spinning back to the woman she's standing by the fridge.

"Want one? It's the least I can do," she adds while holding up a beer.

Boomer's bottom lip juts out and he motions her forward with his fingers. She abruptly shoves it into his hand on her way to the couch.

"Sorry it's empty, doll face. Looks like someone took advantage of ya stoopah." He smiles as he says the last bit, tilting the bottle to his lips, knowing it was him that pocketed the cash as a finders fee. From her driver's license he had learned that her name was Donna Greene. She claimed to be an organ donor but he doubted anyone would want her pickled insides judging from the numerous bottles on her counter.

Donna curls her legs under with a nonchalant reply, "It was just my rent money but I can get more."

Boomer slowly licks his lip, "Ya?"

"I have means," Donna quickly downs the rest of her beer and stands, "If you don't mind I've some plans so I must get going."

Boomer places his empty bottle on the counter while peering down at her, "Ya wearin' that?"

Donna's mouth twitches but she manages to deadpan, "Wouldn't you like to know, Digger?"

He cocks his head to the side, knowing he never mentioned a name to her but she's at the door waiting.

"Till next time," she speaks with confidence. After striding through the door, he turns but she slams the door in his face. A low grunt emits from Boomerang as he glares at the numbers, contemplating ripping the door off the hinges and showing Donna the grave mistake she made by dismissing him. The woman's complete indifference towards him actually got under his skin.

Boomerang flicks the cigarette after the last drag, turning the corner into the dark alley and stops. The side door he needs to access the bank is currently being blocked by a group of people. Boomer slowly creeps up the alley through the dark shadows, upon getting closer to the group he realizes it's two men harassing a woman.

A stout man pushes the woman toward the tall skinny man.

"What'd ya say sweetheart? I think the three of us could have some real fun," the tall man says while playing with her hair.

"I'll pass."

Needing to complete the job tonight, Digger puffs out his chest in frustration. He really had no other choice than to get involved. If this progressed any longer then the police were likely to show up and he wouldn't be able to get near the bank.

He purposely walks heavily, allowing his footsteps to echo down the narrow passageway. The men stop and turn toward the sound.

Donna's eyes widen at the sight of Boomerang and she can't stop herself from goading the two men, "Ooooh, now you're in trooooouuuuble!"

The stout man forcefully grabs Donna's arm, she yelps as his fingers press into her flesh. The skinny tall man narrows his eyes at Boomer who cautiously stops a few feet away and picks his teeth with his gloved hand.

"There's nothing to see here. Just having some fun with the lady." The skinny tall one tries to pass.

Donna searches Boomer's face for any sort of recognition and the stout man pulls her flush to him. His hot breath, reeking of tuna and cigarettes on her neck causes her to shudder in disgust.

"Come on baby, tell him," he eggs while kissing her neck. She gasps when his other hand pokes her back with a knife.

The slender man snickers while Boomerang appears unamused by either.

Quickly running his tongue along his teeth, Boomerang tilts his head so he is looking down his nose at the men.

"I'd forget the lady, trust me when I say she looks like a hassle and be on ya's way because ya little game here is really puttin' a damper on my evenin'." The two men nervously exchange glances.

Donna's eyes remain trained on Boomer; she decides to take advantage of the situation and rears her head back thus knocking the stout man in the nose. He stumbles back while clutching his bleeding nose and screaming, "You fucking bitch!"

Donna casually strolls toward Boomer who rolls his eyes, instinctively reaching out grabbing her coat to pull her away from the charging men. She topples down to the pavement, rolling over in time to see Digger launch a boomerang towards the scum. They stop in their tracks before splitting and running away.

Donna stands as Boomer retrieves the weapon and slides it into his pocket.

"What was that?" she questions, excitement growing on her face and Boomerang didn't like it one bit.

He snarls, "What did it look like?" He slowly starts walking away but her frantic footsteps follow in attempts to keep up with him.

"You're Captain Boomerang!" Her realization stops him and he turns with an annoyed expression.

"A simple thank ya would suffice. Ya don't need to go blabberin' me name."

Donna defiantly crosses her arms, "Oh, that's funny because you look like the type that enjoys hearing a woman call your name."

He scoffs and sizes her up, "Don't flatter ya'self, sweetheart. Now, if ya excuse me I've got plans."

"Awwww, did I hurt the big bad guy's feelings earlier?" she mocks, referring to their earlier encounter at her apartment.

Boomer steps forward lifting her by the collar of her coat and raising her to eye level.

Donna's eyes sparkle with excitement and Boomer can't help but wonder if the girl was a loon.

"Shut ya cakehole and listen to me. Since I can't just let ya go wonderin' off because ya seem to be a small plague of chaos and destruction, ya gonna have to come with me," Donna continues to smile as she searches cold eyes. They were no longer the slate blue but a darker shade, some would even find them menacing if they weren't intrigued by the danger.

With a low voice she asks, "What are we doing?" Donna's tone brought an unappreciated tightness to his pants, convincing him that shoving his dick in her mouth would be the only way to shut her up. Boomer roughly grunts at the thought, releasing her to her feet.

Quickly turning away so he can readjust, "I'm gonna knock off this bank and ya going to drive the car."

Just as she's about to speak again, Boomer tosses her an electronic device. Donna curiously rolls it over in her hands.

"Just hit the button until one of 'em unlocks and starts, I'll meet ya here in fifteen," he barks.

As Donna speeds through lights and dodges cars, Boomer instantly regrets letting her drive. He should have known the tiny woman would find a souped up muscle car and proceed to drive like a bat out of hell. Her small hand reaches for the stereo and music blares through the speakers, Donna starts bouncing along with the beat and sends him a devilish smile.

Raking his hands down his face and yelling over the loud music, "Turn it off!"

Donna shakes her head in response. Quickly losing his patience, the Captain slams a boomerang into the radio causing sparks and smoke to billow.

"Much bettah," he mumbles with satisfaction while Donna faces forward with a pout. Soon they pull up at an abandoned warehouse; Boomer grabs the bag and walks toward the building.

"Hey!" Donna screams behind him, throwing her hands in the air. Boomer halts, flexing his free hand into a fist before turning with a tense jaw.

"Just wait there. I'll be right back," he grits between clenched teeth and wonders if he could just dump her into the river. It doesn't take him long to drop the bag at the designated location and he's walking out to surprisingly find the woman still standing where he left her.

As he approaches, she extends her hand demanding, "Where's my cut?"

His brows shoot up in surprise and he can't help the amused chuckle. "Ya think ya gettin' a cut….oh, wow! Ya do have a few kangaroos loose," he declares as he points to his head. Donna's eyes narrow.

Finally regaining his composure, Boomerang looks at the peeved woman, "How about this, Doll. I'll let ya suck me noodle. Compensation for all the trouble yah've caused me."

"Not a chance," she spits and walks toward the car. He starts laughing again but hurries up to catch her, stopping her hand as it reaches for the door.

"Nah, sweetheart. We're gonna have to leave it here." He pulls out a rag, quickly wiping down the handles and steering wheel.

The pair is able to catch the last train heading to their neighborhood. Both remain silent along the ride, Donna purposely sitting across from him and intently staring, Boomerang averting his attention and looking ahead at the stops until it was time for them to hop off.

He briskly walks ahead of the woman into their building and up the flight of stairs to her floor.

"So I seriously don't get a cut?" Donna asks with annoyance. Boomer grunts, and he shakes his head.

"Ya don't give up do ya!"

"Not when I deserve it," she insists. Boomer stalks forward and Donna firmly stands in place with his breath on her face.

"Yah've been nothin' but a pain in me arse since I've met ya. Ya lucky I haven't thrown you off the buildin'," he threatens but Donna doesn't blink an eye.

"How do you know I wasn't trying to hustle those men in the alley? Maybe YOU screwed me out of money."

A threatening smile looms as he leans forward, "Goodbye, Donna!"

Boomer stops at her outburst of giggles, turning to face her once more with narrow eyes. She steps forward with a grin.

"You like me." Boomerang immediately scoffs at her response. Looking up at Boomer with hooded eyes, she hooks her fingers into his jacket and gently strokes the tuft of fur. Boomerang swallows and she yanks on the jacket to pull him closer. Just before their lips meet she moves to his ear, "Told ya!" she whispers as she pushes herself away from the man, running down the hall to her door.

With frustration Boomer emits, "Fuckin' Sheila."