SORRY! the v o i c e s.

“– why’s everyone gotta fuckin’ LEAVE- what, am i just not good enough? not pretty enough? … or just.. not enough?”

“ Whoever says YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH oughta be TOTALLY SHOT RIGHT IN THE FACE! Whatever NARBO says THAT is TOTALLY MISSING THE POINT! FREAKIN’ FAILURES, ALL OF THEM! “

“No.” He fibs; his eyes evidently producing salty tears, despite his denial. Still he tries to turn away from the girl; so that she can no longer see his poignant expression.

Dru wipes his eyes on his sleeve, making them damp. “I’m just practicing my singing.” A wail escapes him.”Very, very badly.” The halfwit adds. At least he admits that the sounds he is producing are awful.

“Yes! OK! I’m crying!” He suddenly divulges, throwing his arms up in defeat and allowing the sobs to come harder now. Its pathetic really; a grown man crying so hard that its ear-piercing and very over dramatic.

but it had been interesting to find a pretty boy blonde man sobbing his little heart out in a cell– so of COURSE she had to intervene.

He was taken aback by the squeeze to his cheeks though he should have expected it. They were so plush and freckly and squeezable! The gesture was unexpected but not unwelcome. 

So she was not portraying a protagonist? ❝Oh! I get it! Are you playing a sidekick too?❞ Clearly he has misunderstood the situation here. Really?! You want to play with me?! He is already fidgeting with anticipation.

❝What should we play first?❞ Ziggy decides that since they were both cast as the ‘sidekick’ playing super heroes was now out of the picture. For that game to work there has to be at least one hero. So he figures it would be polite to allow the woman to choose a game instead. ❝We could play kick the can? Or another pretend game?! Anything you want?!❞  

she says with a little smile, shifting almost guiltily. if there was one (of many) things that she hated, it was the fact that children- if they knew her -were very often SCARED of her, which of course would never be the case for any of the goody-goody superheroes of the world.. it made her QUITE wistful.

she straightens up, one hand on her hip and the other with one finger tapping her lip as she thought.

“hmmm..

her grin widened substantially at his words, hands clasping together. she peered curiously into the huge closet, eyes wide. 

 “- wow… ya’ got a real selection in here!” 

 she whistled, not stepping into the closet, no, just poking her head in to get a good look at the wide selection. she stepped back, out of the way when he returned from the depths of the closet with the previously mentioned robe- and all of a sudden she found herself being bundled into the bathroom with a robe and the promise of a drink. 

 “tha’ would be GREAT, thanks!” 

 she nodded briefly and tottered into the bathroom on those high, high heels, closing the door shortly after. seeing as she was completely SOAKED right to the skin she thought it best to strip completely, towel herself mostly dry and then slip the robe on, her discarded clothes being tossed into the hamper across the room.

 bare feet made their way to the door and she opened it up, sauntering inside and taking another good look at the room. it certainly was glamorous.

Once he heard her exit the bathroom, he turned from where he had been standing, fingers making quick work of the lid on a bottle of booze and spinning it right off its thread. There was an appreciative smile as he took in her appearance—it certainly was her color!! “You look STUNNING.” He commented, turning his attention back to the matter at hand; l i q u o r.

🍭 🍭 🍭

a JUST noticable flinch wracks her form at his shout- body tensing and preparing to RUN– but she’s too busy staring at his face, trying to read the unreadable. she can SEE the range of flickering emotion cross his face, her brows knitting slightly and she fidgets– face the picture of worry. she doesn’t speak, NO, she waits. waits for him to speak, for a singular emotion to take charge of his face. she watched as his expression rapidly changed to DELIGHT, a bright grin of her own appearing. she clasps her hands together and moves to the side so he can get a GOOD look at his new treasures, bouncing lightly on her toes as he exclaimed his love for her ever so carefully prepared gifts. “NAH, i completely forgot about that, i just figured that you’d like em! yknow, purple and RETRO- s'you! … ya’ really love em?-!” you can practically SEE the overwhelming excitement building up inside her before she flings her arms around him and plants a red - lipstick kiss on his cheek, smudging red there before she releases him, eyes bright with joy. “happy late birthday -!!”

He stood there, transfixed for a moment.

Transcendence was one thing, but rising to a whole new plane of existence was another. And while indeed, the two seemed interchangeable, they were hardly the same. Not in any sense of the word. There are many things he probably COULD have said in response to every sentence she spoke, and while indeed, he could already think of all the POSSIBILITIES.

In truth, it was just so…

…Troublesome. That action had wiped away ANY sense of confidence in the moment - at least, with regard to his ability to SPEAK like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING! GEEZ LOUISE, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! THERE’S NO WAY YOU’RE GONNA BE ABLE TO FUNCTION IF YOU CAN’T AT LEAST RECOVER FROM… FROM THAT!

And THAT… what did that mean, exactly?

Why had she done it in the first place?

Why had she made his MARK on him, like he was… PROPERTY? PROPERTY. Like… like SHE had done. Stingray. Remember HER? OR DID YOU FORGET HOW SHE PUT HER HANDS ON YOU, TWISTED YOU LIKE A WIND-UP TOY, AND CACKLED LIKE THE FREAKIN’ WITCH HAZEL WHEN YOU WERE CRYING ON THE PAVEMENT?

…No. Remember how you BLEW HER UP?

SHE’S AS GOOD AS DEAD!

SO GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD AND DEAL WITH THIS SITUATION RIGHT NOW! At least a few MOMENTS, maybe even MINUTES have gone by since you started REMINISCING ABOUT THAT CRAP IN THE FIRST PLACE! This is NOT WHAT BALTHAZAR BRATT DOES BEST! He ALWAYS has HIS EVERYTHING TOGETHER.

EVERYTHING, DAMN IT! EVERY LAST LITTLE THING, EVEN IF ITS AS SMALL AS A FREAKIN’ FLEA! YEAH, A FLEA!

He takes a step back, and smooths his hair with his other hand - gesticulating with the other as he struggles to collect his words.

“ I, UH! NYA HA… HA! YEAH! “ He attempts a sentence with a broken laugh, doing his very best to create some distance between himself and that Clown Princess of Crime - right? THAT’S who she was, right? BUT SHE WAS ALSO A STARSTRUCK FAN WHO… right.

“ YOU GOT THAT RIGHT! HAH! YOU… YOU SURE KNEW WHAT TO DO! You’ve got it DOWN! IT’S SO… SO BAD! “ 

A mark, clear as day, was wiped away with his hand - it did not matter what she thought of it. To him, it was about as red as even the most clear of blood stains splattered across the pavement. When he had been hung over the set, and dropped accidentally. When that girl had given him the widest smile imaginable, her lips a succulent red just as this. When that woman with the stone-cold eyes gave him that thin-lipped smile, chilling and distant…

Clear as day.