Pheonix was so ecstatic that her father was here to pick her up, Hellboy's words didn't hurt her half as much as she knew they were intended to. She jogged over to the car, opening the door she questioned, "hey dad! What happened to Alfred picking me up?"
"Well, he phoned me that my daughter was without a skateboard, so I thought I'd pick you up and bring you on down to wherever you need to go to get a new one." he said cheerfully. "Besides, the meeting wasn't going so well for me, I fell asleep."
"Again?!" Pheonix exclaimed/questioned.
"Again." her father said a bit smugly.
"Dad, you know one day that's going to get you in quite a bit of trouble." she scolded jokingly.
"Ah. I'm never in trouble."
"Just wait till that all catches up to you Mister."
"Eh..." he shrugged "so, which way are we going?"
"Well, I guess we'll be going to the mall." she happily concluded
"And off we go..."
***
He was pissed, yes that was what he had concluded. After three hours locked in his room ripping up old magazines as a way to channel his anger, he finalized that that was the mood he was in. Fuming would be a way a more considerate person would put it but He, Hellboy (or Red), was not considerate and decided he was pissed. He pulled out his second bottle of rum and gulped the entire contents in one swig. After swallowing he pulled out yet another cigar- his third in the past 5 minutes. Had anyone seen him in the state he was in now he would have received a long, boring lecture as to why drinking and smoking was not good for his health. But would he give a damn? No. That was it. He didn't care what they said, what they thought. No one truly cared for him anyway.
***
Pheonix happily walked at a steady pace next to her father. A knit hat was hiding her face from any of her friends that might notice her there. Sure, they had found out many years ago that her father was Bruce Wayne the "hot," and "Oh So gorgeous" millionaire of Gotham city, but it still bothered her when they excitedly ran up to her and she was with her father. It's quite awkward when your best friend is in love with your father-and they're within five feet of each other. She knew exactly where she was headed and exactly what she was going to buy, so her time with her father may be limited to those few moments in the mall and the ten minute drive home. Many pictures and articles as to where the Batman had gone filled the bulletin board in the waiting room of her favorite resturaunt, Applebee's, no it wasn't anything super special but she loved the desserts they had and their delicious cheeseburgers- her favorite food.
She rolled her eyes at how interested these people were in Batman. He was just a average man dressed up in a rubber suit who thinks he can save Gotham City. At first, she had thought it was Harvey Dent, until he died and sightings of Batman were still reported. Now she was done trying to figure out who Batman was, he was no one important in her life and that meant nothing to her, never did she need him to protect her. Just today showed how much he had let this city down. He shows up, puts some small gang leaders behind bars-something good- gets good gossip running through the streets, lets real villains pop up-like the joker- and vanishes, leaving Gotham city to die. He was a no-good peice of dirt to her and she cares no more.
Notes: Just a little short, I know. Sorry I deleted this before, I wanted to update and change some things around so I removed it but I did upload it again, Thank you guys so much for reading this and adding it to your story alert list. That made me very happy today. =) Happy Holidays!
