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Drabble: The Incredibles

"So I take it the movie was a double feature?"

Artemis winced at her husband's sarcasm before turning to face him. He was standing with his arms crossed in the doorway of the kitchen, shirtless and skeptical. "You're up late."

Wally raised a brow. "I thought you and Megan said you'd be home by eleven."

"Megan had to make some quick pit stops," she answered, moving into the living room. Wally followed her.

"Until two in the morning?"

"There were some problems with traffic."

"Riiiight." She could have kicked herself. It was obvious that Wally wasn't buying any of this. "So was one of those pit stops Party City or—"

"What?" He made a pointed gesture to his face. She reached up and felt her mask, still sitting comfortable and pretty over everything but her eyes.

Her husband sighed. "Babe, why do we keep going through this?"

"It wasn't even anything major," she protested, pulling her mask off in a huff. "Megan and I were just helping some people from a fire—"

"Did you just say Megan and fire in the same sentence?"

Crap. "Maybe. Point is, there were people in trouble and we helped out. End of story."

"And just how near were you two when this happened?" Wally demanded. He groaned when she refused to answer. "Don't tell me you guys were listening to the cop reports again—"

"Look, last I checked it wasn't a crime to do your civic duty!" Artemis snapped. She hated arguing about this. "So quit treating me like a criminal and back off. If we weren't there a whole bunch of innocent people would have died when the building came down!"

Wrong words. Wally's voice and expression rose at least a pitch higher. "The building came down? Are you even hearing yourself? What happened to leaving this whole thing to the firefighters and cops— you know, the people actually authorized to do this kind of stuff?"

"It's not like they would have done a better job," she argued. "We superheroes used to help them out in situations like this plenty of times. Even worse, if the time called for it."

"That's right, we used to!" Wally thundered. His brow was furrowed, the veins in his neck showing. "But those glory days are over, Artemis! The people don't want us helping them out anymore— they don't need us helping them out anymore. Times have changed, and the best thing we can do is just go with the flow."

"If that's the case, then why don't you let Bart enter the track team?" She folded her arms, daring him to try to back out of the discussion now. Wally closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"You know why he can't, Artemis, he would be too—"

"Great! He could beat any of those posers out there!" she exclaimed. It burned her to see her son not able to participate in extracurriculars just because he happened to be born with more talents than the rest. "And what about Cassie? She's been begging for months to join the mat wrestling team! She could beat any of those boys with her hands tied behind her back!"

"I know that, babe, but we have to lay low!" Then something in his eyes flashed, as if he had just thought of something he probably could've done without. "That, and I really don't like how she's been eyeing that lightweight Reyes every time we attend the matches—"

"Oh quit the overprotective fatherly act, West, you know damn well it's not fooling anybody." Artemis clutched herself tighter to assuage her frustration. "If you really cared, you would let them do what's best for themselves."

He went silent at that. The look in his eyes was so intense and green that she couldn't meet it with her own.

"I am thinking of what's best for them, babe," he declared, voice quiet. It seemed to make his words that much louder in the stillness of the room. "I'm thinking that I don't want our kids uprooted from their homes again, just like that time I saved those people from a falling bridge and got sued for my trouble. Or the time I saved one of my coworkers from falling out the window of a building, only for her to turn around and report me for 'gross misconduct.'"

She looked up at the hurt he couldn't hide in his voice, and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist in silent apology. He accepted it, returning the hug with a warmth that spoke of his own regrets. "Babe, I'm sorry that it has come to this. I miss those times— more than you even know, believe me. But we have more than ourselves to think about now."

Artemis lay her head in the crook of his neck. In some way, he was right. Just as Megan was right. This was the life they had now, and following up on cop reports from the radio wasn't going to bring the old days back.

"I know. I'm sorry too." She really was. She could only hope he believed her.

Then, after a beat, "Bart, you can come out now."

"Cassie?" Wally called out. "You too, young lady. I know you're there."

Slowly, a pair of heads peeked out from behind the couch— one redheaded, one blonde. Their eyes followed soon after, peering out at their parents with a mixture of fear and concern.

"Hey dad, hey mom," Cassie answered, her voice somewhat sheepish. "Are you guys…fighting?"

"No we're not, honey," Artemis reassured, shifting to face her kids. "Your dad and I were just having a discussion."

"There was a loooot of shouting," Bart said, sounding unsure. Wally chuckled.

"Yeah, but it's over now. Nothing to worry about, squirt." He faked a yawn. "Wow, I'm bushed! How about we all go to bed now, okay? You two still have to wake up early for school in the morning."

"Awww…" the kids chorused, but they obediently trailed towards their room. Wally looked over at his wife.

"So nothing to worry about, right?" he repeated. She smiled and took his hand to weave their fingers together, doing her best to stomp out those last wriggling seeds of discontent.

"Yeah, everything's fine, babe."

"Dad, I do not make eyes at Jaime during the wrestling matches!"