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WHO: Theseus and Hippolyta
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Streets of NY
WHAT: Sir, you're under arrest! For what exactly?
WARNING: Angry amazon warrior chick and her ex.

Theseus wasn't in the business for being the people's favorite. In fact in most cases he was a hit or miss. Half of his enemies he couldn't even remember why they dragged their heavy baggage around to spill on his good name. It was quite absurd really, he'd always been a wanderer (call it family genes). He hadn't quite learned his way around New York yet, which was good, he liked uncharted ground. It was a fresh map on his ship.

A breeze shot by as a teenager rammed into him dropping his bag of stolen goodies to the ground. Theseus jerked the child by his collar. "You can say excuse me," he had been a king at some point. The kid bucked out of his grip, stripping his coat off to get away, leaving the stolen mess for Theseus to pick up. Any angry store owner was bound to come around the corner, which happened in the ten seconds Theseus had predicted. However, instead of flagging down the cops to chase the culprit he pinned it on the tall, dark and handsome stranger.

Well, that was some morning welcome.

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The sounds of shouting was what caught Hippolyta's attention, in uniform but on foot today. The shop keeper had spotted her from a distance and was calling for her assistance so she quickly made her way over.

"What seems to be the problem, sir?" she asked, unable to see the face of the man he had grabbed as she approached from behind.

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"This man here stole from my shop," he pointed to the items in Theseus' hand. The demi-god laughed until he was out of breath. "I may have been returning them to you from the little shit who dropped them. I don't think I will now." Courtesy. No one had it these days. It was kind of sad.

He whipped around from the grip the shopkeeper instantly getting defensive. "Look he's going to run!" Theseus finally gave a good look the the cop mounted on the horse. He dropped the items with his hands up. "Cuff me" he said with a high brow. That would be one way to get out of this. This time Theseus wasn't lying, which could be his best chance to getting out of this.

Actually, she's on foot ;)

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Hippolyta now looked at the man for the first time and her eyes widened, her mouth opening to speak but words couldn't come out.

No, she'd wanted to avoid him. She'd wanted to stay very far away from Theseus! His presence hit her like a punch and Hippolyta cleared her throat, then she tore her eyes from Theseus (with great effort) to look at the shopkeeper. "Sir, are you sure this is the man who took these things? He says there was someone else - are you sure you haven't gotten him confused?"

oops! can i just say she got off? lol

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He eyed her curiously as she stood walking over with strong authority. Well, she was pretty. Theseus gave her a side smirk, not even recognizing her at all.

The older shopkeeper didn't care if Theseus was the culprit or not, someone needed to pay. The man mistress his chin out with confidence. "Yes, that's him. I'm sure of it."

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Hippolyta was having a lot of trouble focusing. "Alright," she told the man. "I'm going to need to look over your security footage."

Theseus. Theseus here. She was trying very hard not to look at him but her eyes kept being dragged back to that face. She wanted to punch him. She wanted to kiss him.

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The man muttered under his breath, things neither of them could understand as it was probably in another language. He waddled back to the shop, shooing her with his hand to follow. Theseus could have just bolted (he was good at that) but lady cop's hardened gaze kept getting his attention.

"See something you like?" he asked with a laugh handing over the stolen bag of merch.

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"Do you not recognise me?" Hippolyta asked him seriously. How could he not know who she was after what had gone on between them?? (Whatever it had been... if it had been at all...)

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"I don't know, should I?" he gave her a quizzical look. She was talking nonsense, he didn't know her at all. She was different, built like an Amazon, but it didn't ring a bell. Not at the moment.

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"Hippolyta," she informed him clearly, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Queen Hippolyta."

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"Ohhhh," he spoke with a curt nod, clearly still rolling around in his own thoughts trying to make the connection. He hardly remembered many of his current wives, how did the world expect him to keep up with the past one's? He'd played his favorite with Phaedra who---then it clicked---"you are the Amazon." The one he'd dropped for Phaedra.

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"I am," Hippolyta said. Her voice was chilly but firm. She didn't know what else to even say.

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He felt the chill race up his spine with her voice. "Sorry about that, I had somewhere else to be." These conversations were always a little awkward.

The shopkeeper came back around with a grumbling voice waving for her to come look at the tape. It was blurry, hard to see but both Theseus and the kid had been wearing dark jackets. He still thought he had someone to pin it on.

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"Is that apology for the kidnapping me part, or the leaving me for another woman part, or the part where you killed me?" She remembered Pheadra. One of the myths said her revenge on Theseus had been to attack the wedding, where she'd been killed in battle... sometimes by Theseus himself. Some of the stories said Hippolyta was dead before he ever even met Pheadra. Hippolyta couldn't keep up with every narrative thread that tangled around herself. "Or maybe it's the part where you new wife accused our son of rape and then you got him killed?"

The shopkeeper returned and Hippolyta was momentarily confused. She'd forgotten all about him. Following she watched the tape and then informed the man that he had nothing on Theseus because it was clearly a different guy.

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"Mmmm...do I have to pick just one?" If she didn't know the real outcome, he never would. Was it just a fling, a fun and fancy deal, or did he drag her there. He couldn't quite pick just one. "Well, she made a very convincing case." Whether Phaedra had told the truth or not, well, he didn't remember that either he was just rightly pissed.

He wiped his hands clean as if they'd been dirty this whole time. "Well, that was easy. Shall we?" he pointed toward the exit.

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Hippolyta's expression at his response was one of disgust. She never could have gone with him willingly. Surely that story could never have been truth, because to abandon her own people for such a worthless creature... but... even as she thought it, she felt a tug of desire inside her. Her own body seemed treacherous.

"You don't deserve to be remembered as a hero," she spat, the two of them now outside in the sunlight.

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"That's up for popular vote. I'd say it's about half." Though by the looks of this city it seemed as if most of them wanted him dead. He hadn't even run into his father yet and he could feel him. The storm was a big clue in.

"What, you can't tell whether you hate me or love me can you?" he was smug about it, taunting her with her own feelings because he didn't remember his own.

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Hippolyta's expression was one of obvious anger at having been caught out and she did her next action without thinking - she backhanded him across the face. It wasn't with all her strength and it wouldn't knock him back, but still she'd done it in the middle of the street while wearing a police uniform.

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The slap welted against his cheek, causing a slashing burn and a bruise to his ego. Women were all about embarrassing him these days or threatening his life. Honestly, that was no way to be. He held his hands up in defense as if to surrender. "Throwing up the white flag. I don't want to fight." He was a fighter but usually when he was winning. There was no winning with a woman.

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"Some epic hero you are," Hippolyta said coldly, glaring at him and crossing her arms. A few people had looked in their direction at the slap but she tried to ignore them all.

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It wasn't about physical fighting with women that got them, it was the emotional or verbal support or lack thereof that usually hit the right buttons. He wasn't forceful like his Olympic father. He got no pleasure out of physically breaking a woman. It was just kind of useless. "What I can't just be a gentleman and bow down gracefully?" he liked turning tables to make a quick exit. At this point Hippolyta wasn't going to ram a gun or a knife at him. He was certainly okay with this.

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Hippolyta stepped towards him, her face inches from his and her words a low hiss. "You're not a gentleman."

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"Hippolyta please, you didn't always think that now did you?" He was poking at her fantasies of love again. She was conflicted, he could tell.

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"What I did or didn't think or feel is irrelevant," she snapped, lips twisting into a snarl. (He smelled good. She hated him so much.) "You're an asshole."

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"Why thank you, it's starting to become a compliment I hear it so much," he gave her that smug smile. He pointed a finger toward the bar. It was the middle of the afternoon, but he was certain hot coffee wasn't going to wear this down. "Join me for a drink?" As if they'd never been married before and he hadn't bolted like he always did.

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Hippolyta blinked in surprised and drew back from him. "Are you kidding me? You should be thanking the fates that I'm not cutting you open right now."

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"Do or don't," he threw his hands in the air. "I don't care." She had already bailed him out of going to jail thanks to some dishonest shopkeeper. Anything else that came out of this would just be a little extra.

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For a few moments she was silent and staring at him and then, quietly, she said, "one drink."

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"Good call," he didn't offer her a hand or his arm, but he did step aside for her to walk first. "Lead the way."