Dishes
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I own none in this fic.
Wally Tusket was having a rare visit with his mother and sister back in Ireland.
Normally, this would have been a happy, relaxing visit. But then came the allegations by a trash tabloid that Wally was in a relationship with one his fellow Muscle Leaguers. It had caused quite the scandal.
As far as he could tell, it had not yet hit Ireland yet. But then again his mother had an almost magical way of finding out things. She did find out about Robin Mask's secret love of Victorian cross-dressing before anyone else after all.
"Hey Ma, can I go to the arcade? I've finished all my homework." Dorothy was expecting her mother to say no, it was a school night and you've got to help with the dishes, but Dorothy always held out hope.
"Yeah sure sweetie. But be back by 7:30 and if you bump into Mr. O'Riley again, don't argue with his political views, no matter how stupid they may be. You know how he loves the sound of his own damn voice." Henrietta sighed.
"Yes, ma." Dorothy rushed out the door, coins jingling in her pocket.
"Wally be a dear and help with the dishes." Henrietta gathered up the dinner dishes from the table
"Yes, ma."
Wally dried while his mother washed.
"So son, when are you going to bring home a nice girl to meet your sister and I?'
Wally sighed and rolled his eyes. Mothers.
"Don't you roll your eyes at your mother dear." Henrietta added more pink soap on the sponge.
"I don't know ma. It could happen next week. It could happen three years from now. I don't know."
Henrietta was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about something of great importance.
"You know Wally, I know about that scandal that happen in Japan."
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, please don't be talking about my scandal. Please God, no! Wally prayed/pleaded.
"What scandal mother? That one about the increasing graffiti committed by school girls?' Wally refused to let his voice betrayed the total and utter panic he was feeling.
"No sweetheart. I'm talking about the scandal involving you."
Oh dear God. Oh dear God. Wally fought back the sudden wave of nausea that suddenly overcame him.
"And I just wanted you to know..."
Please don't start crying. Please don't start crying or be disappointed in me. Wally really didn't like upsetting his mother.
"...If you were to bring home a nice gentleman to meet your sister and I, that would be aright too."
"Really?" Wally voice cracked with surprise.
"Really. But he would have to be a nice gentleman who was polite and dressed appropriately. Not one of those Yakuza idiots or scary looking goth boys. A nice young man. I wouldn't want you to bring home a trashy looking girl, why would a tolerate a rude, belligerent punk? But I know you only date nice people, right?"
"Right."
And so the Tusket house became a little more welcoming.