life's a bitch

The halfling just rolls her eyes in response. Some things never changed, no matter how much you slept with them tried. The goggles and mask come off, revealing the worn but handsome face of her lover. She’s savoring those ocean blue eyes as he leans over and kisses her forehead affectionately.

She doesn’t take the action lightly– Sheri knows fully well that for Trevor, who had been cheated out of the remainder of his childhood over mistakes and revenge, to properly LOVE and be loved was hard. It was hard to believe that every care and kiss wasn’t some TOOL to be used in his destruction later on ; it was real and it was theirs to cherish.

         Sheri reaches up and touches his cheek          gently, quietly mourning its lack of warmth.          “Don’t be silly. You’re not going to be stuck          with the Court long enough for that to happen.          We’re going to get you out. We PROMISED          you that. A new life elsewhere while the others          eradicate their presence here. You’ll be able          to see Holli grow up or I swear on the Elders,          I’m going to raise Heaven and Hell to ensure it.”

She’s changed him in more ways than she’ll probably ever know. Except for the occasional mental slip, the decaying body, and the moonlighting as a deadly assassin bit, he was nearly back to his old self. It was all because of Sheri-- her determination to find a person underneath that armor and her sheer will to fix said person was what had brought him back from the edge.

He had almost lost himself to the Owls; he had almost believed the lies they had been forcing down his throat. But now  Trevor knew better. He WAS a man, not merely a PAWN for them to control. And yet...

Her words make his skin crawl, and the  hand she lays on him does little to comfort him in that moment.

      “Sheri, darling, I know YOU promised.       I know YOU would do anything in your       power to see Holli grow up in our care,”       he sighed, moving across the room to       set the little girl down in her crib. “But       I NEVER heard Lee or Dick promise,       and now?             We’re down at least ONE of our             allies if not TWO. Pregnant or not,             Lee would fight to the DEATH to             protect you, but do you think Dick             will let her now that she’s knocked             up?

                        Of course not.

She stops in mid-step as she’s enter- -ing their room in the Manor (a temp- -orary thing, until the proper arrange- -ments could be made). This was har- -dly anything she expected to see after a doctor’s visit. And a double-check by the brilliant Alfred Pennyworth him- -self. 

                         “I knew your face was scary, but I didn’t                                                                    think it was THAT bad.”

Okay, maybe that was a low blow. But Trevor knew fully well that she loved that face of his and her insults were empty. The brunette strides across the room and stands beside him, watching Holli sleep comfortably in her father’s arms. It’s as if she already had the intuition to know that her father was the one who was behind the mask.

      “You know you love me, darling---                             DECAYING skin, and all.”

Slowly, carefully, so as not to wake up the incredibly precious child in his heavily armored embrace, Trevor  reaches a hand up to pull the mask and goggles from his face, tossing them onto the bed. Enough of the  Court’s presence for one night; he had just enough time to spend a few hours with his... his FAMILY before he had to return to the nest.

He still rocks the child in his arms but moves closer to Sheri to give her a light peck on her forehead. Trevor could honestly not remember a time that he had felt so safe and so LOVED. It was a heartbreaking thought, but to know that after all these years of pain and suffering that he had THIS to come home to at the end of a trying day... 

He wouldn’t trade either of them for anything. Not even for the chance to have his OLD life back.

     “It’s not wise to sneak up on me. What do you want?”

Icy eyes widened as the other turned around to catch him, and Trevor froze mid-step. He supposed he shouldn’t have been following the other Talon, but the night was almost over; he’d be returning to the nest soon.

The child froze as the organ fell at his feet, the edge of his boots getting splattered in dark blood. Every nerve in his body screamed for him to jump away from the ‘present’ and arm himself, yet his eyes gazed downwards, both horror and familiarity clouding his vision.

 Until he remembered the one who dropped the heart in the first place, standing right before. Clamoring backwards, Damian’s head snapped up to face the now apparent enemy, his previous trance breaking for at least the moment. 

But to be either won over or scared.

Though he didn’t know how to do the first option, he did know how to scare someone.

He didn’t move as she walked past,  but his head followed her. She posed no threat to him at the moment, but he did not want her hurt. At least a part of him didn’t, though he was unsure as to why.

     “YES! More than anything.”

Well, maybe not more than anything, but he certainly was curious. He was more than thrilled that the other male had offered to help after he’d dented his precious sword, and his glowing eyes &&. radiant smile gave this fact away.

The Talon had to admit that he was a tad bit... stunned by the other’s reaction. Bright-eyed  and grinning so spectacularly  that it nearly blinded Trevor, the kid seemed more than eager to learn. He could work with that.

A smirk crossed his face, and Trevor pulled the one sword left un-dented from its sheath and held it out to the other.

“I’m tellin ya, man. I’m a funny fuckin’ chick. Got some top- notch humor over here. Unless it’s notch yer thing.” 

He grins and shakes his  head, chuckling as he  brings a hand up to his face. She is... something, that’s for sure.