Misandry isn't a crime, but murder is.

Miss Andry was quite the sight as she walked into the hotel. Though she looked like a normal biker, the dark red stains on her leather gear proved she was nothing but. In her hand she held a piece of paper. The man at the counter looked as if he didn't want to talk to her, but he had no choice as she approached him. She pointed to a name and he nodded, beginning to sweat. He told her the room number, and she left.

She knocked on the proper door, patiently waiting for it to open. Beneath the helmet with the visor welded shut, she was nervous. She did not want to kill someone who was innocent. She hoped it didn't end that way.

The door creaked open slowly; a short girl stood behind it, below Miss Andry's eye level.

"Come on in," she said, retreating back into the room. "Room service was just here, so I'm sure you'll be able to make yourself comfortable.

Miss Andry walked inside, looking around a bit. She sat in an empty chair. She wasn't sure what this would accomplish, but the curiosity had gotten the better of her.

The girl lounged on a white sofa, her long black hair draped over her shoulders like a shawl.

"So glad you could make it, Miss Andry. I've been expecting you. Would you like something to eat?" She nodded at a cart laden with food, and took a muffin for herself.

"It would seem you've been harming some of my group's...employees. I must say, I've been very angry with you for some time."

She shook her head at the offer of food. Miss Andry did, however, take off her helmet. Beneath it, her identity was still concealed. She wore a black knit hat to hide her hair and black sunglasses. However, her mouth and nose were exposed. Her skin was very dark, to the point where having a white mother seemed like a joke. She wore dark purple lipstick.

"They deserved it." She stated, her voice rather deep.

"I noticed." She popped a small bit of the muffin into her mouth. "That's why I called you here. Let me assure you, I have no hostile intentions. I stopped desiring your death about a week ago."

Miss Andry furrowed her eyebrows.

"Is that so?" she was not convinced. "Then why are we here."

"I'm proposing a truce," she said flatly. "I will hunt you no more. My only condition is, the next time you find one of our men is a rapist--" She ate another piece of her muffin. "--you bring him to me."

Miss Andry frowned slightly more.

"...for what purpose?"

"I'll want to punish them myself, of course," she said, sounding vaguely surprised. "Why else?"

She was not sure she believed her.

"Will you let me watch?" she asked. She wanted to be positive she was not wasting her time by simply handing over criminals to be let go again.

She laughed.

"Why, do you get some kind of sick kick out of this? Is it what you think about when you're alone at night? You are a strange woman, Miss Andry."

"No," she said. "I want to make sure they are really being punished."

"Of course that's what it is," she snickered. "Fine, you may show up--we can make an event of it, an execution, if you like. Does that satisfy you?"

"Yes," she replied, but something in her fluttered. An execution. She liked the idea a lot more than she wanted to. Miss Andry swallowed, and she felt her nervousness show. "Is that all?"

"How shall I keep in touch?" she asked, finishing her muffin. "I can't very well wait on executing scum just because you haven't bothered to show up."

Miss Andry reached into one of the pockets of her jacket and produced a piece of paper with a pre-printed phone number on it.

"Text only." She said.

Diamond held the paper gingerly between her forefinger and thumb.

"That'll do. Hopefully, we won't meet again soon." She reached for another muffin. "Of course, if I were to trust my instincts, I'd say we'll meet within the month."

Miss Andry almost smiled. Almost, but not quite.

"Goodbye, then." She nodded, put her helmet back on, and promptly left.

-x-

Diamond waited in her room, her hair tied up in braids and her body only covered by a sheer chemise. She paced in front of the TV, leaving small footsteps in the plush rug. She carried a box of bonbons, and every few minutes she would pop another one into her mouth; much to her frustration, they tasted more like anxiety than chocolate.

On the table was her phone, the one that refused to ring. She had sent the text hours ago, left a message an hour after that, and still no reply. Her art deco wall clock read fifteen minutes after eleven; if she did not get a response before it was light, she would have to postpone the execution for another day.

The thought made her want to grind her teeth; instead, she ate another bonbon.

Miss Andry spat on the crumpled body of her victim. He had been the lowest of the low; a teacher who prayed on his students. It sickened her.

Now that her business was done, she picked up her phone. It must be Diamond. If not for the fact that this man was truly scum, she would have picked up immediately. She smiled at the news as she walked t her bike. She'd be there in no time.

Diamond glared at her still unresponsive phone and reached for another bonbon; when she discovered only an empty box, she groaned and threw it to the floor.

"I am going to sleep in my bed. If you wish to attend the execution, please RSVP in some way!" she typed angrily. She replaced the phone on the table and stomped into her bed, turning off the television. Though she told herself she'd sleep, she couldn't really; she still stared at the phone.

Miss Andry frowned. She removed her gloves and typed out on the shitty flip phone.

"Don't be a baby.
I'm on my way now.
Or did you expect me to drop everything just for you?"

She shoved the phone back into her pocket, glancing at the unconscious man in the alleyway.

Diamond practically leapt out of her bed as the phone rang, only barely avoiding tripping headfirst into the sharp corners of her stylish glass table. She swiped the phone up and urgently read the words on the screen; her cheeks reddened.

What kind of self-important asshole talked like that, she wondered, shutting off her phone in anger. She'd show her who the baby was! Indignant, she crawled back under her covers and turned on the TV again. Even if she was angry, there was still nothing to do but wait.

Once she arrived, Miss Andry removed her helmet, looking around. She adjusted her glasses before she walked to where she knew she had to go.