Several weeks had passed and Demencia's belly bump had grown larger and larger. She had been keeping to the diet that Black Hat had her on, occasionally throwing a fit from eating the nasty foods. She had gotten relatively close to Flug in this time, as he had been her doctor, physician, and practical caretaker. Anyone else looking in on them might have mistook them as a couple.
Especially a looming eye of evil.
"Crees que tenga tentaculos como brazos?" She asked Flug, laying on top of 505. Flug tsk'ed at her idea.
"I don't think so. Maybe they'll be able to summon them or grow them out of will, but naturally I'm not sure." He replied, taking a sip from his coffee and reviewing his notes on the matter.
"You think their hair will be like mine? Or just grow a top hat on top of their head?" She asked. Flug was stumped on the idea.
"I...am not sure, fijate." He said. To be honest, he was not sure if the boss' top hat was apart of his being or an article of clothing of choice. In all his historical depictions of glory and evil, the hat was always there, or some variation of it of the times.
"Well, if she does come out with one them. I'd want it to be a cachucha." She smiled. "With the top hat symbol on the front." She smiled. Flug laughed at the idea.
"That would be adorable as fuck." He chuckled at his own joke, making her laugh as well. He then looked at her in interest. "She?" He asked.
"Si, quiero hija." She said smiling at the thought. "I don't know why, but I always wanted one." She smiled.
"Demencia." He cleared his throat. "I don't want to burst your bubble but...I am not even sure that it will come out with any...well...conceivable gender." He theorized.
"I mean, it'll be part human, so it must have a trace of it." She thought. "Y si no tiene, puez lo amaria igual." She smiled, nuzzling closer onto the blue ball of fur's tummy. "Man, I've been missing out on this. He's fluffy as shit!" She yelled excitedly, causing the bear to smile happily. She then turned to her own belly and reached for one of 505's Hot Wheels that he had been playing with and gently drove it over her baby bump, thinking about one of her favorite movie scenes as she did so.
"Y si le llamo Meli?" She asked. Flug rolled his eyes.
"We can't afford breaking that many walls Demencia." He reasoned, her lips edged down and she shook her head in agreement.
"If its a boy, I might name him Kenning. What do you think about that?" She asked, looking at him through her peripherals. Curious to see his reaction.
"En serio?" Beneath his mask, he was smiling brightly. "Eso...estaria bien." He sniffled. Demencia smiled and closed her eyes and began to hum herself to sleep.
Unbeknownst to them both, Black Hat was at the door of the lab, a pang of minor jealousy hitting him. He couldn't help but think that it should have been him having these conversation with her. He would have a chat with the doctor later.
Flug was running back and forth in the mansion with documents on an invention that they needed to sell later. As he rounded a corner, he crashed into the solid frame of the boss. In fear, he began to apologizing to him.
"Jeficito! Perdo-hewghh!" Flug choked as Black Hat's hand shoved forward and wrapped around his neck and slamming him into the nearest wall.
"Doctor." Black Hat said with a silent rage. "I saw you've been having rather intimate conversations with the mother of my child." His fingers elongated, doubling around the poor scientists neck. "Que chingados estas pensando?" He growled.
"Nada señor!" Flug managed. Black Hat loosened his grip to let him speak. "Absolutely nothing!"
"I heard you. You want my child to be named after you?" Black Hat began to squeeze hard once more.
"She suggested it..." Flug's mask began to turn purple.
"tsk tsk tsk. Doctor, blaming her won't help you." Black Hat used his power to keep Flug's from leaving his soul so that he could feel every bit of pain that he was dealing.
"I won't. I swear, sir." Flug pleaded. Black Hat frowned as he let go of the doctor, letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air. "I wouldn't dream of taking something so important away from you, sir!" He wheezed desperately. Black Hat took a second to register his words. Was Demencia suddenly important to him? He wondered. Would he be reacting the way he were now if he hadn't? He shook those thoughts away and focused once more on the doctor.
"You will cease this kind of talk with her. Remember, you are only to observe her." Black Hat demanded. "That child will not be named after you." He said calmly. "I will let this slide. I know that you must entertain her stimuli for the sake of the process. But careful how you do so from here on out." He warned.
"Yes, sir." The poor man confirmed, as the boss disappeared in a shadow.
Black Hat felt somewhat satisfied with himself. It had been days since his chat with Flug, and since then, anytime him and the Demencia were together, there was little interaction as far as familiarity was concerned. No little jokes were made, no talks about the child that weren't about its well-being, and certainly nothing involving the doctor as part of their life.
He was in the process of signing off on some projects in his office, when suddenly, Demencia was burst through the door, clearly upset. Her bump not slowing her down at all. In fact, she appeared to be moving faster than what he'd remembered she could.
"What the hell?!" She slammed her hands on his desk. "You told Flug to stop talking to me?!" She glared down at him, no fear in her eyes.
"Pinche doctor." Black Hat cursed under his breath. "Yes, what of it?" He asked, thinking he was in control of her and expecting her to just cave into his explanation. "He was getting too close to you for my liking."
"And you choked him for that?" She asked him, a growl in her voice. "Escuchame bien! Just because I carry your child, doesn't mean I have to listen or do everything you say! I've been doing what I was supposed to these last few weeks, but if anything, I should be calling the shots!" She frowned.
"Como te atreves!" Black Hat began to sit up to reach over to her when she reached over to him first and pushed him back down on his seat by his shoulders.
"Because I'm the one carrying this child! Not you!" She held her resolve. "And if I want to name it after Flug, that's my choice! Or are you going to take that from me too?" She dared him to answer.
"Yes." His eye turned red, at which her claws pierced his suit, threatening to do the same to his skin beneath, something now that even frightened him as no one had ever done anything to his being in such a way. He figured that the child growing in her was giving her the ability to harm him.
"I won't let you. Not this time." She bared her fangs at his. "Me entiendes, Mendez?" She tapped her clawed finger on his skin, piercing the first of many indestructible layers to it. "O te explico, Federico?" She glared down at him.
Not wanting to test her abilities or even trusting himself to potentially harm her and the child, he nodded.
"Muy bien." She retracted her claws and arm entirely. Blaring her bright smile at him. "Yo voy a llevar a Flug de compras. We'll be back later." She frowned and stomped out of his office, stopping right at the door. "And nothing happens to Flug either. If we're having this kid, we're not harming Flug." She demanded more than warned him and walked out. He stared at her figure as she walked away, reaching into a drawer in his desk to pull out a wine made of human blood.
"Chingada, madre." He said to himself and popped the cork off of the bottle.