The beauty of The Beast-
chapter four: Babymagic decides "redundant", Klarion decides "Orphan"
Yeah. Still don't have ownership. Sorry.
Zatanna followed Klarion up the stairs, to a large, dark red door- which turned out to be a glorified closet.
She raised an eye-brow at him, questioning is sanity, no doubt (yea, nothing's there anymore...).
He just shrugged in return. "Hey, you wanted to be the maid," he pointed out.
She resisted the serious urge to face-palm at his words. "Yeah, that's not what I meant."
He shrugged again, making it perfectly clear that, if he could care, he wouldn't. "Just clean the house already."
She glanced around the room, turning back to him to only raise her eye-brows once again to his sanity; the room was perfectly clean, with absolutely NOTHING wrong. Nothing out of place. Nothing dusty, dirty, or otherwise unclean.
He just thrust the broom into her hands anyway.
She sighed, realizing that she'd just have to play house-maid for this freak (her opinion at the moment. Not mine. He's awesome). "Right. I'll get this done."
He nodded, walking over to the door. He offered a small, "I'll leave you to it," then walked out, leaving her to do absolutely NOTHING.
She sighed once more.
Let's get this "cleaned" up, then, she decided quickly.
Klarion stared on in interest. He was watching security footage of a very enraged Zatanna. He'd had several cameras placed around each room. Yes. He'd let her move around alone... but then, it wouldn't really be alone, would it? No. His eyes would still follow.
He smirked as she begun an imitation of him.
"'Clean this room, Babymagic!'" she began, "Well, there's NOTHING even bloody wrong with it, you evil toad!"
He pouted in his childish way. Toad's not very nice, he decided. But didn't move nonetheless.
He watched with restricted attention as she fiddled once again. "Well, I can't clean what isn't unclean! Sue me."
He smirked as the broom landed on the ground in her anger. He also smirked at the fact that she was strangely pretty when she got angry. He winced when he realized what he'd just thought. He shook his head, hoping to clear it of such thoughts.
Instead, he decided that she was very interesting indeed.
Perhaps babysitting this wretch won't be as bad as I aforethought. She may prove to be entertainment just yet.
He continued to watch as she sent something flying across the room in apparent anger. At him. He almost laughed, but managed to hold back.
She'd actually thrown her shoe!
Then, she ran back over to retrieve it, seemingly remembering the cold floors.
This time, he just had to laugh. He laughed so hard he fell out of the chair. He rushed to get back up, not for fear of messing up his suit, but instead for fear of missing anything.
This girl really was something. That much was clear.
He sighed, wiping away tears that had formed in his eyes from watching her childish and stupid tantrum.
He suddenly felt a strange feeling coursing through him. Her words attacked him viciously. "Doctor Fate doesn't care about me- my dad can't get through to me. Believe me, I've tried. He won't come."
He felt almost mad at Nabu, he realized. If he didn't come, that was his loss. This chick was... something, true. But she also didn't deserve to lose her dad the way she did, although it had been a bit of his fault also. But he didn't care about that. Her father had abandoned her. He knew what that felt like.
Whenever he saw either one of his parents, all they did was talk to each other and ignore him. Although, his mom tried more than his dad did to communicate. She tried a smile every now and then. But even then, it just didn't feel completely genuine. No. The best thing his mother had every done for him was get Teekl for him.
Teekl was, to him, what his mother should be. She was the replacement that he relied on. That was the only reason he like the cat was because of her mother-like importance that she held to him. His father hadn't even tried to be a good dad, so in a way, Teekl wasn't only the mother-figure. She was also his father-figure. But that hadn't mattered to him. Teekl was his one and only friend. The only thing he'd ever need in this world. She was good enough to be both parent-figures, and he accepted that.
But this girl? She had nothing. Her mother, he assumed from her tomboyishness, had died before being able to turn her a bit more feminine, (but she does have femininity; the PJ girls made sure of that). And he already knew that her father was hosting Nabu at the moment- which was as good as dead. Nabu, most likely, would NEVER let her father go. So, in other words, she was an orphan. Not that he cared, or anything!
He shook his head to clear it. No. He didn't care. He wasn't sad for her. He didn't feel bad. He didn't feel anything towards her, despite restrained interest in her. He didn't care about her. True, she had nobody. But then, he was ignoring her, also. So, what does that prove?
