#young!chase

۫ NOTES. [ young!chase is lowkey ooc, not much you can do with so little screen time but i tried my best | reader is black and depicted as having a fuller / curvy body | chase is 20 while robert is like 10 | robert being a little cockblock | chase attempting to flirt | etc]

۫ MANI’S THOUGHTS. [ silly little thing i wrote, robert being the typical younger brother and just practically ruining shit for chase. sorry, young him is too fine not to write about. ]

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This isn’t how Chase wished to spend his Saturday. He wanted nothing more than to be home in his bed binging something or maybe even out on the street helping Robbie in catching criminals, anyone, even petty thieves. But no, he was stuck here, babysitting.. as usual. Being apart of the Brave Brigade had its perks, but being the youngest member seemed to have more downsides when it came to taking care of a coworker’s kid. Nonetheless it’s a job he’s come to love, given the close bound he’s formed with said child.

Despite his bitching and whining, Robert Robertson was a good kid— one Chase didn’t mind having around.

Until now it seemed.

It was a normal day, the sun was out and instead of comics the pair decided to play a bit of catch in the front yard. They each wore a mitt, throwing the ball back and forth,— coupled with shit talk ( more so on Chase’s end ).

“Woah… where you looking kid?” Chase gave a bright, mocking smile the moment the ball just barely grazed Robert’s mitt, instead shooting right into the grass behind him. He chuckled a bit at the frustrated grumble that escaped the child, watching him turn and practically stomp to the ball.

“I thought we agreed no powers!”

Chase sucked his teeth, “Powers, where? That throw was so light a grandma could have caught it.” The little fury that shined in Robert’s eyes caused Chase’s glee to grow. He watched as the kid steadied, getting into a throwing position; the speedster matching this quickly with his own catching stance.

With all his might Robert tossed the ball, it zooming forward. Chase moved expertly, dashing to the side and extending his gloved hand to grab the ball. “Look at that, when you aren’t crying like a little bitch you’re pretty good at throwing!”

Despite the harsh words Robert smiled all the same, knowing his babysitter was gently teasing him like any young adult would.

“Yeah, well— I’ll get even better than you!”

“Pfft.. you wish…” Chase huffed quickly, gaze maneuvering from the kid instead to the neighboring house the moment the front door opened. He meant to simply glance and return his attention back to Robert, but was quickly enamored by the person walking through the threshold.

She was beautiful, perfect as dramatic as it seemed. Chase couldn’t help but notice the way her melanated skin shined as the sun hit it, how her plump body was covered in a simple flowy dress, fabric wrapping around each curve as she stepped down from her home’s porch. The woman took strides towards the end of her driveway, heading towards the mailbox.

Chase only ever noticed Robert moving until the crunch of grass entered his ears, dispelling the trance this mysterious woman had him under. The young man’s eyes switched to the boy for a second, “Whose that?”

“Huh?..” Robert had waltzed over in concern, wondering why his friend had suddenly went silent. He gave a look of confusion it only easing when he finally noticed her.. you.

“Oh— that’s [Name] our new neighbor, she’s pretty nice, gave me coo—“ The words could barely escape Robert’s throat before he was hacking from the dirt that kicked up the second Chase moved. His eyes squinted, blinking out remnants, gaze soon clearing to settle on Chase who was now approaching you. Robert sucked his teeth, eyes drooping to settle on the discarded baseball.

“Dick..”

Fingers clasped the cold metal latch of the mailbox, lifting it up whilst your free hand reached in, grasping the many pieces of mail tucked in neatly. Lifting the pile out, you closed the mailbox shut, humming as your eyes looked over the items. A few pieces had your name, your mom’s, and mail that seemed to belong to the previous owner of the home. You grumbled a bit to yourself, pushing them to the back of the pile whilst continuing to look through it.

“Hey.”

You jumped a bit at the sudden voice, gaze hurriedly raising from the letters to settle on the sudden intrusion. Your eyebrow rose, taking in the man — probably your age — standing just a few feet away from your mailbox. He was dressed in baggy blue jeans and an oversized button up, dark locs laid perfectly amongst his head with a fresh undercut. Safe to say.. he wasn’t ugly.

You gave your best at a little smile, not to subtly giving him an up-down. “Hey.. I just moved here, you one of my neighbors?”

The man shook his head, “Nah, I just babysit for your neighbor once in a while.” His head tilted back, gesturing to the little boy that stood several feet away from you both, holding a baseball. You gave a little nod of acknowledgment,

“Oh yeah.. You’re Chase aren’t you? Little Robert told me a little about you when I came over with cookies.“

Chase gave a little chuckle, dimples deep as dark eyes focused on your features. “Yeah, he told me how nice this [Name] was— decided to see for myself.” Noting the simper he wore, you couldn’t help but wear your own. Was he hitting on you?

“See for yourself, huh?” You teased just a bit, arms crossing as your mail completely went ignored. Your head tilted a bit, as if looking at him from a different angle. “Did I meet your expectations Mr. Babysitter?”

His smile deepened, eyes shifting to the side for a moment as a soft amused breath escaped him. Chase pushed forward, coming to lean against your mailbox as his gaze settled back to you. “Still on the fence.. nothing a little more talking won’t fix.”

Yeah, he’s definitely hitting on you.

The revelation caused you to giggle a bit, a warmth brewing in your stomach. You were far from excited about the sudden move your mother forced you into, but it seemed to come with some perks.

“So what do you li—“

“Chaseeee!” The sudden prepubescent screech caused Chase’s eyes to screw shut in annoyance, hand crumbling into a slack fist. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, entertained with the way he seemed to mad at the interruption.

“Think someone’s calling you.”

Chase gives you unamused expression before tossing a quick, “Give me a sec kid!” over his shoulder. This was only met with a grumble on Robert’s part to which the young adult vehemently ignored, focus completely on you.

“Before I was rudely interrupted.. what do you like to do?”

“Mm… bake mostly. Also hair, ya know— boring stuff. What about you; besides babysitting for some little white boy with the weirdest name ever?”

Chase snickered, “Not too much on his name now, it’s a family tradition.” He enjoyed your laughter, swearing his cheeks would rip any moment from how much he was smiling. He rested on his arm, lips parting to speak again, in hopes of getting more laughs out of you. Only such hope was cut short the moment something struck the back of his head. The man jumped forward with a less than attractive grunt, hand flying to the spot in an attempt to soothe the pain. Chase was quick to toss a glare behind him, spotting the shit-eating grin plastered on Robert’s face.

You took a glance between the two, practically sensing what would surely transpire in the next few minutes. Deciding you wanted no parts, you turned on your heel, facing your driveway.

“Seems you have some business to attend to, it was nice meeting you Chase— bye little Robert!” You called a bit little louder so the kid could hear, smiling the moment you noticed him wave. You pressed forward, a little pep in your step as you headed towards your home.

Chase watched you for a moment, completely silent and simply waiting for you to enter your home. The moment you did, shutting the door behind you with a gentle click, the man was quickly spinning on his heel, darting towards Robert.

Robert could only scream as a sudden force scooped him up with ease, soon being maneuvered into a headlock with a knuckle being pushed into his head in the harshest noogie ever. The boy kicked and flailed, uselessly pushing at the other’s arm.

“I surrender! Uncle, uncle!”