Private Age:5

"No." Red felt her eye twitch as she stared down her mud covered son. The blond hair boy was glaring at her but it only made it look as if he was pouting. Was it even legal for someone to be that adorable? The villain sighed, "Private." "No bath!" He interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest in an all too fimilar posture. It seemed that the Count was right about Private watching and copying her. She pinched the bridge of her nose. God help her. "Son, if you don't take a bath you'll track mud through the base." "NO BATH! Another sigh escaped the rouge, she was never letting Private play in the rain again. But for now it seems that she'll have to use her secret weapon, "If you take a bath, I'll let you have two Peanut Butter Winkies for desert." Red open chuckled as Private raced passed her and into the bathroom, where Red had already drawn his bath water. Smiling to herself, Red grabbed Private's shampoo from a shelf. 'Works every time.'

Private Age:5 1/2

Red never considered herself herself an overprotective mother until the day Private vanished from his kindergarten classroom. The moment she heard a man in a suit with an MI6 badge had picked him up for her, she blew a fuse and would have kept over the counter to personally strangle the woman had the Count not had a firm grip on her arm and dragged her out of the front office.


Private was scared. The man who had taken him from the school seemed nice but wanted to take him from Mommy. He didn't know why the man seemed to think Mommy had done something to him. "Are you hungry Lad? You want anything?" He glared his Mommy's favorite glare at the Brown hair man, he had to bode brave like Mommy and Grandpa until they came for him. There was no doubt in Private's mind that his Mother would come for him, all he had to do was wait.


Super Secret Agent Nathan Jacobs of MI6 had never been so terrified in his whole life then he did at that moment and who could honestly blame him? He was staring down a posses off Penguin Enemy Number One and Ex-Enemy Number One after all. The small boy was clinging to The Red Squirrel's leg, having escaped Jacobs' reach the moment the two villains had shown up. "Count, take Private. I need a word with Agent Jacobs." Jacobs couldn't help but shiver at the villain's tone and the maniac glint in that lone eye. The moment The Count and the boy was out of the the room, a sadist smile twisted onto Red's lips.


"Mommy?"

"Yes, Private?"

"What was that dark red liquid on your suit earlier?"

The fingers running through Private's hair paused as Red thought up an excuse. There was no way she could tell Private the truth, he was far too young and innocent for the cruel reality of what she had done.

"Wine. Jacobs spilled some wine on me while we were... talking."

Private didn't notice his Mother's brief hesitation, far too happy to just be safe in her comforting hold.

"That wasn't nice of him."

"No. No, it wasn't."