The Rose and Her Thorns
10:30 a.m~December
Ivy wasn't in a particularly good mood this morning. The media circus on the front lawn had done nothing to improve her ever-growing anger at the world. The fact that the kids were gone, leaving her alone with the other adults only made her even edgier. Well, Eddie wasn't really all that bad. But Harley and Jonathan were kind of like caffeine; only good in small doses. Akin and the others were trying to stay silent, moving through the chateau like ghosts.
"Hey Red!"
Cringing slightly from the high-pitched tone of her best friend, the villainess turned around. The clowny girl was wearing a bright red wife-beater shirt(ironic no?) and some Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms. Her baby blue eyes were wide in excitement and her normal cheerful grin was stretching her cheeks out. "Ya gotta see this Red!"
"What is it now Harley?"
"I found Sunni's drum studio!"
A singular eyebrow was raised in skepticism. Ivy seriously doubted that finding a drum kit in an out of the room was worth getting excited over. Despite her obvious doubts, she followed Harley as the girl literally bounced back down the hallway. A door stood open at the very end, revealing a deep black wall that seemed to suck the light out of the very air.
"Isn't it cool Pam?"
Upon entering the alleged "drum studio", she found that it was more like a professional studio than anything she'd ever encountered. A sound system that would rival any one used in the Manhatten clubs was set in the deep black wall. Strange, S-like shapes were set into the walls, so bright red in color that they looked like they were painted in blood. A CD rack took up the almost half of the massive expanse of walls. The other half was designated completely for drumsticks, spare cymbals, and other maintenance equipment required to upkeep the rather impressive kit.
To put it simply, the kit was amazing.
Composed entirely of black hardware, the massive set of drums took up the middle of the room. The double bass drums had the same insignia that was lined on the walls on their heads. Cymbals of all shapes and sizes stood on black stands around it. The snares and toms were standing perfectly in center according to size. 8", 10", 12", 14", and 16", along with a singularly awesome looking 18". Incredibly, there were also tapes on the stands that were labeled.
Sunni on Psychosocial
Sunni on Beast and the Harlot
Sunni on Eyeless
Almost of its own accord, Ivy's hand reached out to touch one of the various tapes. One had been quite recent, dated at November 12th. It was labeled Sunni on All Hope is Gone.
"Harl, do you think she's good?"
A nearly inaudible voice floated from the doorway, startling both of the zoned women out of their reverie. "She's really good. I put one of those tapes in the player. The kid could be a professional."
Jonathan was leaning against the doorframe. His thin frame just barely cleared the trim, but a small smile was upon his face nonetheless. The blond graced the former proffesor with a huge smile, but Ivy did nothing but huff. She was simply not in the mood to be startled.
"What possessed you to sneak up on us Johnathan?"
The incredibly skinny man cocked an eyebrow at the irritated villainess. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I was merely watching you two walk through a place that Sunni specifically told me not to enter."
A frown creased Ivy's brow. "She never told me not to come in here."
"That's because you don't like to observe things in complete detail. I do. This set's been destroyed before. You can tell from the scratches all around the hardware."
Something clicked in the green woman's eyes. "She's scared that it'll happen again."
Eddie's voice drifted down the hallway. "Hey! Why am I all alone? I have ice cream."
Smiling wryly, the plant villainess started back towards the living room. Today wasn't really all THAT bad. She just needed some snuggling time and a call from her babies.
Wayne Manor~11:30 a.m
"So how have you children been doing?"
Alfred's question wasn't at all accusing, but it still made Sunni and the twins slightly nervous. What would their elderly friend think of them if he realized that they had been partaking in several illegal activities over the past month? Suddenly a gentle smile crossed the butler's face.
"I know where you children have been living these past few weeks. I'm not disappointed."
Confusion crossed Eli's face. "You aren't?"
Alfred shook his head. "You children saw the good in people that most consider completely evil. For that, you should be proud."
With a peculiarly triumphant smirk, the butler passed around mugs of hot chocolate. They were all seated in the large living room of Wayne Manor. The children sprawled on the floor, the eldest ones making a ring around the babies as they played in the center of the room. Hayden's red hair shone like a beacon against the dark wood.
"Mom's heart was always in the right place. She just doesn't have the patience to wait for conventional means of saving plants to work. Harley's good, just hyper. Johnathan's weird. And Eddie's just really, REALLY pompous sometimes."
Tim groaned. "You're Mom's really hot."
A frown. "Master Tim, that is not an appropriate conversation to have around the younger children."
"But it's true Alfred! Ivy's super pretty in ways that melt your heart."
Sunni grinned evilly. "It sounds like somebody has a crush on my mother."
"I do not! I just appreciate her beauty more than most."
"Meaning that you're in LOVE with her!"
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am not!"
"Are not!"
"Am too! Wait... dang it Sunni!"
The fourteen year old gave a mock bow in the middle. "My talents in the field of trickery are unmatched."
Alfred rolled his eyes. His December just got a LOT more interesting.
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