"Red, normally I wouldn't ask this of you, but I need you to watch Amy for me."
"What about Liz?"
"Mission."
"Myers?"
"Sick."
"Abe?"
"He lives in a tank AND he's on a mission."
"Manning?"
"…I'm going to pretend you didn't just suggest Manning to watch my child…"
"…Um…My cats?"
"They may do a better job, but I need a somewhat-sentient being to do this."
"HEY…"
"Look, it'll only be for a couple days."
"Where are ya going, anyway?"
"The JERK you suggested watch my child decided to give me a mission to Illinois today."
"Ah…"
"Apparently, he thinks a six year old can take care of herself."
"What can I say? He isn't exactly the brightest tool in the shed."
"Neither are you, but you can be nice when you wanna be."
"…I don't have a choice, do I?"
"Nope."
With a sigh, Hellboy leaned back, glaring at Kit's smiling face.
"…Fine…"
"Great!"
The cat-woman turned, nudging her child in.
"You'll be staying with Uncle Red, okay? You be good, sweetie."
"Okay, mommy…"
"And Red, be sure she eats her vegetables, don't let her have sweets before any meal, let her train for forty-five minutes twice every day, make sure to give her a bath before putting her to sleep at exactly eight thirty, and don't let her break anything."
Kit took a moment to breathe.
"And make sure she doesn't hurt herself. Got all that?"
"…Does she come with a handbook or something?"
She punched his arm, still looking serious.
"Just don't mess up, Red. I've got to go."
Shouldering a backpack, Kit headed for the door, kissing her daughter's forehead.
"Goodbye, honey. I'll see you in a couple days."
"Bye-bye, mommy."
Hellboy sighed, lifting the six year old up.
"We're gonna have a great time, ain't we?"
"Yup!"
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Kit walked back in with a tired sigh, looking at the familiar library.
She was so tired from her mission…
All she wanted to do was put her stuff down and go to bed…
An explosion, however, made her groan and smack her forehead…
"RED!!"
"It wasn't me!"
BOOM!
A squeal of laughter made Kit start running to the kitchen.
Looking in, she saw the walls, ceiling, and floor covered with goop that smelled suspiciously like fish.
In the middle of the mess, sitting on the floor covered in goop and giggling, was Amy.
Red was trying to wipe some off his face when Kit looked in, and he smiled sheepishly.
"…Red…" She growled.
"I swear, I tried to stop her!"
"Uncle Red tried to make fish smoothies!" Amy exclaimed, falling back and giggling.
"…Red, I'm going to hurt you…"
The large demon tried to run, but pink mist blocked his path like fire.
"YOU are going to give her a bath and put her to bed. I'M going to take a shower and go to bed."
"But-!"
"NOW!"
Scrambling to grab the child, Hellboy lifted a giggling Amy up and headed for the bathroom.
Kit sighed, looking at the mess.
"…I'll just let Manning take care of it…"
Turning to head for her room, she saw said Director.
"Oh, hey. Here's my mission report…"
She pulled the file from her backpack.
"And you can check the kitchen to see why I can't go on another mission for a while."
Walking away, she smirked.
'Three…two…one…'
"…HELLBOY!! KIT!!"
Closing the door to her room, she nearly laughed.
'So predictable…'
Hearing yells, squeals of laughter, splashing, and frustrated shouts, she knew Hellboy had his hands full with the six year old child.
'I need a break…'