The Rose and Her Thorns
"Hey get away from him!"
Sunni popped out of the front door, her eyes blazing as she saw the horde of reporters swarming the smaller boy in their midst. With lightning fast reflexes, the girl warded off the insatiable mob while pulling Tim through into the house.
"What the?..."
Looking around wildly, Tim noticed that Sunni was grinning at him. "Thanks for trying Tim, but I think that you were just a little bit outnumbered. Don't you?"
A laugh rose unbidden in the boy's throat as he and his best friend hugged. "It's been a while."
"Heck yeah! But that tends to happen when your father goes insane on you."
"That seriously happened?"
"Yep. It's also true that we're all living with villains, but it's really not as bad as it sounds."
Talking and laughing all the way, the friends made their way back into the kitchen. It was just like old times again, when Tim and Sunni were an almost inseperable team. The only difference now was that there were currently four wanted villains sitting at the kitchen table instead of a genius father with a paper. Stunned at the two's reaction and friendship, silence permeated the air. Only Hayden seemed to be unaffected and was eating a bowl of oatmeal without complaint.
Freezing in the doorway, Tim looked warily at the villains and villanesses that were staring at him. Another thing that caught his attention were three large, wolf-like dogs that were sitting at Sunni's feet. "I thought you couldn't have pets."
"That was before Dad died. Mom and the others don't mind the pack now."
Confusion. "What? Mom? I thought your mom died about a year ago?"
Sunni winced, but smiled nonetheless. "My biological mom died. I'm pretty sure Ivy's still kickin'."
Tim's eyes widened dramatically as he gaped open-mouthed at Ivy. "Dang. How come I can't have a hot mom?"
"Ew! Tim!"
"What?"
Rolling her eyes, Sunni went over and grabbed some more cereal from the pantry. Harley and Jonathan were almost in tears as they tried not to laugh at the expression on the young boy's face as he watched Ivy. What made it even funnier was the red-headed villainess was completely oblivious to his gawking. Even Eddie, who was normally completely and utterly stoic, was trying to hide a snicker behind his hand as he watched Tim stare at Ivy.
"Yo Tim! Stop oggling my mother and eat your breakfast!"
Whipping around, the aforementioned woman stared right at the young boy, making him blush ferociously. Clearing his throat, Tim turned back to Sunni. "That's okay. Alfred made me breakfast this morning."
Longing flared to life in the girl's eyes as she heard about the old butler. "Aw man! I miss Alfred's breakfast."
An indignated frown crossed Ivy's face. "I've made you breakfast for the past month."
"Sorry Mom. Alfred's cooking's on a whole new level of awesomeness. And if I recall correctly, I was usually the one that made breakfast. You were too busy shaking the house with your snoring!"
"Are you serious? Poison Ivy SNORES?"
"Yep. Like a freight train."
Surprisingly, the last response came from Eddie. EVERYONE in the room stared at the Riddler as he said this. "What?"
"How do you know Ivy snores Mr. Nygma?"
A wicked grin split Sunni's face as she watched the reaction on Eddie's face. The man's eyes widened as he watched the oldest child's features darken with wicked glee. "Don't you dare!"
"He knows because Eddie LOVES Ivy!"
"ARGH! I'm going to kill you child!"
Sunni and Tim exchanged quick glances before speaking to each other once more. "What do you suggest we do, oh geni friend of mine?"
"Well Tim, the way I see it, we have two options; 1) stay and die and 2) run screaming for our lives."
A pause. "AHHHHHHHH!"
"Get back here you two!"
Ivy rolled her eyes as the three shot out the kitchen door. Now Jonathan and Harley were positively howling, rolling on the floor as tears poured down their faces. Even Hayden was giggling at the utter childishness of the situation. But still Ivy would not laugh.
She was still too pissed off at the media to burst into hysterical giggles. Still, Tim was an adorable boy. Even if he kept staring at her. It wouldn't hurt to let him stay until the news circus outside cleared up. From above, Ivy could hear the growls of the other wolves in the pack and the pounding feet of the boys.
Great. They're all up now.
To some, this would've been the beginnings of a bad day. Others would've seen it as a disaster in the making. Ivy, however, just took it all in stride. This wasn't going to ruin her day in the slightest. It was just a rough start to another wonderful time with her boys, nothing more.
Akin came trotting over to her, his shaggy white chest heaving as he panted. A perpetual smile seemed to be plastered to the wolf's muzzle. He nuzzled her leg, obviously wanting her to scratch him on the head. "You are spoiled rotten, you know?"
The only response Ivy got was the steady thump of Akin's tail on the hardwood floor of the chateau. Soon, Eli shot into the kitchen, a puzzled look plastered to his rather angelic looking features. "Why is Eddie chasing Sunni and Tim around the house screaming that he's gonna kill 'em?"
"Oh, your sister just said something that set him off. Don't worry; Eddie'll never be able to catch them."
"Okay Mom. Hey, after breakfast, do you think it'd be okay if we went over to Tim's house and hung out? I miss seeing Alfred."
"What is it with you children and Alfred?"
"The old guy's got spunk. That's saying somethin' for a guy that's ancient beyond belief."
Ivy sighed. "Oh alright. Just go out the back door. I don't want to see any of you guys on the news tonight. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Momma."
Howdy ya'll! How's it goin'?
Sorry I haven't updated as fast as you're used to. I've got another story I'm working on that's taking my time. That and it's been raining almost non-stop for five days. It's seriously wet here in the Ozarks. If there's anyone else who lives in the area I'm talking about, I would love to hear a shout-out from ya.
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