Collab with Insane-Random-Girl-17
Shipping ensues. OCs. Bad words used.
Maria sighed as she dropped the box off in her new condo, looking out over the porch to see a blur of color rush around trying to unload as fast a possible, she cracked a smile. She pulled her brown hair out of a ponytail shaking some of the hairspray out. Blue eyes twinkled in amusement, Bludhaven was going to be a good new start she could could feel it.
"I finished unloading all the boxes!"
"Great job. Now I just have to establish a nest." Beatrice, Maria's Best Friend and roommate, grabbed her sleeping bag and a large blanket, tossing them on the floor and laying down, adding another thinner blanket on top. "Perfect nest." She scooted over. "You gonna make your own nest or you want to share until we get the beds set up?"
"You do realize that the beds are technically up?"
"But they're not clean."
"Meaning…?"
"Meaning they're still full of other folks' dead skin cells and sweat and tiny flesh munching insects. We must sanitize and vacuum them."
Maria looked at the fresh beds they just bought the day before, "We just bought them.."
"But we can't be sure that they were never floor models, can we?"
"They have the plastic wrappings on them."
"True enough. I guess I shall move my nest to the BED! But we've gotta figure out how to assemble them."
Maria pointed a tanned index finger at the bed assembly people, "Thats what the strangers are for."
"But we ought to help. Seems like a dick move to just sit here while they do all the work." Beatrice cast a guilty glance at the men as they picked out tools from a small red box.
"Its what they get paid to do." the older girl replied looking at her phone. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Hmm...Well, the kitchen's functional now, so want to make some spaghetti? Or maybe breakfast for dinner? I found the box of pancake mix."
Maria whined, "We had that yesterday and the day before that and the day before that! Let's just go out to eat for once!" her eyes shifted the the men moving from Triss' room to her's, "After they leave, of course."
"Okay. I vote Chinese, then. You can't spell Beatrice without eat rice!" Her brown eyes shone excitedly.
"YES! WERE LIVIN LA VIDA …. FOOD!" Maria jumped around shaking the dirt and dust from her jeans and black tee.
Beatrice could practically smell the orange chicken. "Let me redo my pigtails. They're all messed up from climbing in and out of boxes. My own fault? Yes. Regrettable? Nope! But now I need to remember where I unpacked the brush to."
Maria pulled a new hairbrush out, "Here, Merry Christmas… in July."
"Thanks! I can do them while we walk. I think I saw a place a couple blocks up. And, if we go the wrong way, there's bound to be a restaurant eventually."
"Go do them in the bathroom, I'll wait for these guys to finish." Maria left to stare intently at the men in her room so they would leave quicker.
Ten minutes later, Triss's light blonde hair was in two neat pigtails and the two friwnds were walking out the door heading for the chinese restaurant. Maria was smiling brightly, she hadn't been this free in six years.
"Look there it is! Want to race?" Maria asked.
"YES YES YES YES YES. And I won't teleport. Promise you won't use your powers, too."
"Duh. Everyone would see." Maria took off towards the restaurant jumping over small children and jumping off the sides of buildings trying to reach the destination before Triss.
Triss chased after her, gaining with each step. She hopped up on a doorknob, ready to jump over her friend. The door slammed open, smacking her into the side Maria. "Parkour," She grunted in pain, falling to the ground. "Oh fuck." Maria's head was slammed into the wall. "Ouch."
"Tch. Watch where you're going, peasants." A fifteen year old boy sneered at the duo.
"How about no?" Maria said, standing up.
"Dude nice aim. You got both of us with one hit! Was that luck or talent?" Beatrice wiped some blood from her cheek. That was gonna sting for a while.
"Luck. I was born lucky. That's why I'm upperclass and you aren't."
"Wow…" Beatrice frowned. "You're kind of an ornery kid. I know not all upper class folks are like you, so what's your fucking deal?"
"The correct term would be a cum sucking,asshole. First rate silver spoon pansy ass. Let's go, Triss." Maria grabbed her friend and took her down the alley, "Take us to the restaurant."
"Okay. Still, kinda harsh back there. He looked pretty young. What if you taught him a new curse word?" She slapped her hand over her mouth. "What if I taught him a new curse word? Oh, crap."'
"Woman, people like him are trying to get laid at his age and know every curse word in the book. Lax, you're fine as long as he doesn't hunt us down with mummy and daddy crying." Maria said, wiping the blood off the side of her head.
"If you say so. Anyway, here we are. I'll get a table and you order. We can talk about tomorrow while we eat."
Beatrice picked a spot at a booth in the back by the window. It would be cooler there at night. Heat didn't bother her, surprisingly enough. She was almost never seen without her sky blue hoodie. It felt natural for her to wear it.
Maria had just sat down from ordering their food when she heard the door open, with a certain crude child complaining about peasant establishments. "My life sucks. Just saying, Triss."
"Don't make eye contact and maybe he won't recognize us. Lift your bowl up to your face, like this." She grabbed her food and stuck it right below her chin, tipping it up and letting orange chicken roll onto her face. "Now we wait." She mumbled.
Maria laughed, slapping her hand on the table laughing, "JESUS CHRIST I'VE MISSED YOU!"
"Hey!" a voice shouted from the crowd.
"Shut up!" Maria shouted, turning back to her friend, feeling an intense gaze, then hearing footsteps. The boy from earlier sat in the booth next to Maria.
Maria's eyes twitched.
"Ladies." He greeted them, grinning widely. "How are you two this fine evening?"
Maria glared, "Debating how many murders I can get away with in one night."
"You hit us with a door and then called us peasants," Beatrice complained, lowering the bowl to reveal orange chicken sauce still stuck to her lightly freckled face, "So kind of bummed but otherwise fairly well. The sauce sora burns my cheek wound but not too bad. How are you? Feeling less ornery, I see. Thank you for checking that!"
Maria sighed, "Triss, your face." She took some of the water on her napkin and wiped Triss's face the best she could from across the table.
"Master Damian! You can't just sit with these young ladies! You do not know them." Alfred scolded, carrying the family's dinner. They insisted on the this place for dinner tonight.
"Shut up, Alfred. You're not the boss of me." Damien crossed his arms.
Maria's hand flew fast, hitting him in the mouth, " Don't you dare disrespect your elders, arrogant brat."
Beatrice slipped him a fortune cookie. He opened it, a little confused and glad for the momentary difference in tone from being scolded. Inside, instead of a fortune, was a piece of napkin with the words, 'You're being a dick' written on it. Beatrice made eye contact with him. "It's true. Spooky how accurate it is, huh?"
Maria jumped over the edge of the booth, "I'm going to take a leak." She walked to the bathroom angrily.
"Would you two care to join us?" Beatrice offered. Maybe she could teach the kid some manners and give the old man a break from what she assumed to be his asshole grandson or great nephew or kid he was stuck babysitting.
"I'm afraid we can't stay, but thank you for offering. Come now, Damien. Master Bruce is waiting." He offered the boy a hand, which was rudely refused. Beatrice just caught him muttering something about, "Push Ups 'till you drop if you don't behave" and "Bruce is going to be very disappointed in you" as they left.
Maria came back and picked at her food, "I'll get some boxes, I lost my appetite." She picked up her cell phone, she had left it on the table. "Huh?"
Looking at Triss she seethed, "That punk put his number in my cell. Did you see him do that?"
Triss was surprised. "No! He must be pretty stealthy. He might have done it while I talked to his Grandpa or Uncle or whoever that poor man was."
Maria quickly boxed up and paid for the food before she she stomped out of the restaurant. "Hey, Triss, why don't you hurry back with the food? I want to take a walk."
Triss knew that the implied end of her friend's sentence was 'alone'. "Sure. I'll see you later, then. Oh, and I'll make the beds and set our alarm clock while you're gone. Big day tomorrow!"
Maria put her headphones in and started to walk , it went from running to jogging till she was full out sprinting across the park. It was sunset and she had to be a ways from her home,but she didn't care. She was too pissed off. Why was a Silver Spoon here in Bludhaven? The closest rich family was a highway away in Gotham. Not noticing where she was running, she ran smack dab into someone. Both of them tumbled from Maria speed, headphones and cell phones falling on the pavement. Maria grunted as she felt hard object digging into her. Looking up she realized that she crashed into a cop. Jumping up to her feet, her ears red with embarrassment.
"I'm So Sorry Officer!" She helped him up.
"I'm fine, question is why are you running. Is something the matter, young miss?" He asked, blue eyes showing concerned. "No, just out for a run." A black eyebrow raised, "In jeans?"
"Last minute decision. I have to get home. Have a good night, Officer!" She took off running toward the Condo.
"BE CAREFUL!" He shouted as he picked up his cellphone, "She dropped her headphones.." he pocketed the small red buds.
"Master Dick, is everything okay?" Alfred asked through the phone, "Yes, now you said you guys are at my place with Chinese?"
Arriving home just after the sunset she took a deep breathe, "I'm home!"
"Welcome back, Maria! Ready for DESSERT?" Triss had picked up a couple cupcakes from a bakery a few blocks away. She figured that they'd be good for her clearly upset friend when she got back.
"Always." Maria said as she sat on the kitchen counter. "What is going on tomorrow?"
"We're going for that job interview, remember? That government thing? Sounds pretty cool. Kind of like our old jobs but hopefully with less orders being barked. Reconnaissance really sucks when you're under the watchful eye of lots of superiors. Also they have no appreciation for puppet shows."
"I appreciate your puppet shows." Maria said eating a cupcake. "Anything on the answering machine?"
"I'll check." Beatrice loved pressing the button. *DO DE DOOP* "YOU HAVE one Message. PRESS one TO LISTEN TO THIS MESSAGE." Beatrice poked the one button.
"Uh...Hi. This is Bruce Wayne. I'm calling to apologize for the behavior of Damian. Alfred told me all about his misbehavior, and when I took his phone I found two new numbers titled-"
"FATHER NO! DON'T TELL HER! FATHER!" Damian was screeching in the background.
"Sassy Beloved's Cell and Sassy Beloved's Home. I'm very sorry for this. I'll be deleting your numbers after I leave this message. Again, I'm terribly sorry and very embarrassed. This behavior will not go unpunished."
Maria fell off the counter laughing, "My god this kid is a riot!"
Beatrice dropped her cupcake on her lap she was laughing so hard. "Sassy Beloved? Where did he pick that up? I couldn't find a more embarrassing name in my brother's phone! Holy crap this is great."
The night ended with laughter as the two girls bid each other goodnight.