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Featuring: Batman, Catwoman, and the Dynamic Cupcake Duo of Sprinkles & Frosting
Location: The Power’s Residence
(@lovely complex @Universorum)
Davy, his hand still full with the cheesecake and the silverware, led Ely through the halls of his house, and eventually he paused in front of the wall, before looking over at her, then back at the wall, then back at Ely, then at the wall again. Finally, he sighed. ”Don’t laugh.” He said firmly before he looked back at the wall and cleared his throat. ”Yippie ki yay, motherfucker.” As if on cue, the wall slid about a half an inch down before it sank into the ground, revealing a staircase that led down to a cement tunnel.
”Come on, Catwoman, let’s go to the batcave…” Davy sighed before he started to walk down the staircase, bumping a switch with his shoulder and kicking on fluorescent lights that showed the tunnel seeming to stretch almost one hundred feet before there was a wooden door, painted black.
Of course, Ely wanted to laugh but she hated her laugh. It worked in both of their favors that she would not laugh as he voice activated the wall to slide open (making a movie reference if she wasn’t mistaken). Fancy. A grin was plastered on her face when he called her Catwoman and she couldn’t help but give him a seductive purrrrrrrr now that his parents weren’t around, “Meow.” Yeah. Tonight was going to be fun. Her attention was drawn to her surroundings. Pushing all jokes aside, she commented, “This is pretty neat.”
Davy froze as she purred at him, looking back at her with a crazy look in his eye as the door slid up behind them, closing them off in their own secret world. ”W-what? Don’t p-purr at me! You’re in my secret spot, at least be kind of respectful… and don’t go telling nobody about what you see down here! It’s all I got…” He muttered, shaking himself before leading her to the door at the end of the hall and opening it. Once inside his own room, he tossed the cheesecake onto the desk and scooped Sprinkles up, setting the quacking duck inside his home and onto the back of their mutual friend: Frosting the turtle. ”Welcome to the Batcave. Bathroom is behind that door, the minifridge has snacks and Caprisuns in it. I only watch animated movies to go to sleep,” Davy said simply before flopping down on one of the beanbags. ”There’s pretty fluffy towels in the bathroom so yeah.”
“Don’t be rude, Davy. You haven’t introduced me to your other pet.” Ely crossed her arms like a stern mother would, waiting for him to get his ass back up and show her his turtle. “I ain’t showering until you do so, also don’t act like you didn’t like it.” She paused and locked her green eyes with his stare, “You didn’t have to call me Catwoman.” If Ely said she wasn’t enjoying herself, she would be lying. This was fucking great.
Davy stared at her dumbly from the beanbag with a half open mouth. ”What? But you smell like drunken hobos. And my room is clean.” Davy sighed and stood up to his feet, brushing himself off and walking over to the cage as he reached down and gently nudged the duck to get off of the turtle’s back before he grabbed either side of Frosting’s shell and lifted him up, holding him out at Ely. ”This is Frosting. He’s a tortoise.” Frosting the turtle moved his tiny limbs in a gesture so slow it could almost be called a wave.
Like she had did earlier with Sprinkles, Ely gently touched the shell of Frosting. She’s never had a pet before so this was all new for her. There was apparent caution in her movement, which reflected her skill in handling animals: zero. Curious, the petite blonde, her gaze lingering on the turtle’s expression, asked the boy, “Why’d you name them that? Frosting and Sprinkles, I mean. It’s really cute, I’m just not use to a guy…” She cut her words short, not wanting to offend him because she thought the names were something a girl would give.
David stared at her as she asked about the names, wondering how best to explain this. Per his lack of experience in the department of interacting with women, he chose the ‘blunt’ route: ”Sprinkles I picked because I was high and I really liked Sprinkles and he kind of reminded me how happy Sprinkles makes me feel and Frosting because at a later date I was equally or more high and thought it’d be amazing if he had a sidekick named Frosting, cuz like… sprinkles… needs… frosting? I don’t know, Ely, I was high when I thought of this.”
Nodding and loving his honesty, Ely brought her hand to her side and chuckled, “Seems legit.” Like Jar had said earlier, Elysia Fable was not like most girls. Part of the reason for that was due to the fact that girls were stressful as fuck. She didn’t want to be categorized with the lot. They’re far more complicated, herself included. Hell, Jade was enough woman for Ely to deal with...almost everyday. She let silence fill his domain as she unintentionally (or was it intentional?) gave him an enticing stare, even biting her lip, before she brought her hands to her shirt and pulled it off, along with her jacket, “I guess it’s shower time for me, huh? Your mom said I can borrow your top, Batman.”
Davy stared at her stupidly as she took her shirt off, slowly holding Frosting in front of his face so that he didn’t get an eyeful of something he didn’t need to be seeing. ”Just, uh, g-grab one out of my d-dressed, I mean dr-dresser, then. Second drawer on the right. And put some clothes on! Don’t you have a sense of, uh, decency!?” Davy groaned from behind the turtle, holding it in front of his eyes.
“Absolutely not. I’ve streaked before, AND I take pride in my bony ass body.” Leaving her shirt and jacket on the floor, her bra made of black lace, she casually sauntered to his dresser, pulled a drawer open and grabbed a random shirt. “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit, lover boy.” Taking her back pack with her, his mother’s shorts, and his shirt, she strolled into the bathroom.
This girl was gonna be the death of him. First she followed him home, then she got his mom and dad making fun of him, then she showered in his bathroom, then she took her top off, who knows what she would do next? Davy had to remember to text Jar and thoroughly complain about this issue. This sucked. He sat Frosting back down into his home and flopped onto the beanbag. ”I kinda want her to go. ...but I kinda want her to stay. This must be the sucky part of life…”
”Come on, Catwoman, let’s go to the batcave…” Davy sighed before he started to walk down the staircase, bumping a switch with his shoulder and kicking on fluorescent lights that showed the tunnel seeming to stretch almost one hundred feet before there was a wooden door, painted black.
Of course, Ely wanted to laugh but she hated her laugh. It worked in both of their favors that she would not laugh as he voice activated the wall to slide open (making a movie reference if she wasn’t mistaken). Fancy. A grin was plastered on her face when he called her Catwoman and she couldn’t help but give him a seductive purrrrrrrr now that his parents weren’t around, “Meow.” Yeah. Tonight was going to be fun. Her attention was drawn to her surroundings. Pushing all jokes aside, she commented, “This is pretty neat.”
Davy froze as she purred at him, looking back at her with a crazy look in his eye as the door slid up behind them, closing them off in their own secret world. ”W-what? Don’t p-purr at me! You’re in my secret spot, at least be kind of respectful… and don’t go telling nobody about what you see down here! It’s all I got…” He muttered, shaking himself before leading her to the door at the end of the hall and opening it. Once inside his own room, he tossed the cheesecake onto the desk and scooped Sprinkles up, setting the quacking duck inside his home and onto the back of their mutual friend: Frosting the turtle. ”Welcome to the Batcave. Bathroom is behind that door, the minifridge has snacks and Caprisuns in it. I only watch animated movies to go to sleep,” Davy said simply before flopping down on one of the beanbags. ”There’s pretty fluffy towels in the bathroom so yeah.”
“Don’t be rude, Davy. You haven’t introduced me to your other pet.” Ely crossed her arms like a stern mother would, waiting for him to get his ass back up and show her his turtle. “I ain’t showering until you do so, also don’t act like you didn’t like it.” She paused and locked her green eyes with his stare, “You didn’t have to call me Catwoman.” If Ely said she wasn’t enjoying herself, she would be lying. This was fucking great.
Davy stared at her dumbly from the beanbag with a half open mouth. ”What? But you smell like drunken hobos. And my room is clean.” Davy sighed and stood up to his feet, brushing himself off and walking over to the cage as he reached down and gently nudged the duck to get off of the turtle’s back before he grabbed either side of Frosting’s shell and lifted him up, holding him out at Ely. ”This is Frosting. He’s a tortoise.” Frosting the turtle moved his tiny limbs in a gesture so slow it could almost be called a wave.
Like she had did earlier with Sprinkles, Ely gently touched the shell of Frosting. She’s never had a pet before so this was all new for her. There was apparent caution in her movement, which reflected her skill in handling animals: zero. Curious, the petite blonde, her gaze lingering on the turtle’s expression, asked the boy, “Why’d you name them that? Frosting and Sprinkles, I mean. It’s really cute, I’m just not use to a guy…” She cut her words short, not wanting to offend him because she thought the names were something a girl would give.
David stared at her as she asked about the names, wondering how best to explain this. Per his lack of experience in the department of interacting with women, he chose the ‘blunt’ route: ”Sprinkles I picked because I was high and I really liked Sprinkles and he kind of reminded me how happy Sprinkles makes me feel and Frosting because at a later date I was equally or more high and thought it’d be amazing if he had a sidekick named Frosting, cuz like… sprinkles… needs… frosting? I don’t know, Ely, I was high when I thought of this.”
Nodding and loving his honesty, Ely brought her hand to her side and chuckled, “Seems legit.” Like Jar had said earlier, Elysia Fable was not like most girls. Part of the reason for that was due to the fact that girls were stressful as fuck. She didn’t want to be categorized with the lot. They’re far more complicated, herself included. Hell, Jade was enough woman for Ely to deal with...almost everyday. She let silence fill his domain as she unintentionally (or was it intentional?) gave him an enticing stare, even biting her lip, before she brought her hands to her shirt and pulled it off, along with her jacket, “I guess it’s shower time for me, huh? Your mom said I can borrow your top, Batman.”
Davy stared at her stupidly as she took her shirt off, slowly holding Frosting in front of his face so that he didn’t get an eyeful of something he didn’t need to be seeing. ”Just, uh, g-grab one out of my d-dressed, I mean dr-dresser, then. Second drawer on the right. And put some clothes on! Don’t you have a sense of, uh, decency!?” Davy groaned from behind the turtle, holding it in front of his eyes.
“Absolutely not. I’ve streaked before, AND I take pride in my bony ass body.” Leaving her shirt and jacket on the floor, her bra made of black lace, she casually sauntered to his dresser, pulled a drawer open and grabbed a random shirt. “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit, lover boy.” Taking her back pack with her, his mother’s shorts, and his shirt, she strolled into the bathroom.
This girl was gonna be the death of him. First she followed him home, then she got his mom and dad making fun of him, then she showered in his bathroom, then she took her top off, who knows what she would do next? Davy had to remember to text Jar and thoroughly complain about this issue. This sucked. He sat Frosting back down into his home and flopped onto the beanbag. ”I kinda want her to go. ...but I kinda want her to stay. This must be the sucky part of life…”
Man, his shirt was huge on her. Staring in the mirror, having finished drying her hair (sorta) with a towel, Ely held the ends of his shirt (you couldn’t even see his mother’s shorts), “You’re so goddamn short, Ely.” she quietly growled to herself. Leaning in closer, she looked at her bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and half of her face bruised, “One day, you’re gonna get yourself killed.” Davy’s mother was kind to tell her to be careful but Ely believed she was a hazardous existence - being careful was not an option. There wasn’t much hope for her getting passed the age of 25. Hell, she’d be lucky if she made it to college. Perhaps this was the lack of sleep or she truly did believe her life was meaningless, but this was neither the time or place to enter the darkness of her mind. Opening the pouch of her bag, she took her prescription sleeping pills out and swallowed a couple. The only reason why she sees her therapist once in a blue moon is to get her drugs. These weren’t even the only kind of meds he’s put her on. Blah, blah, blah you’re depressed and taking it out on the world. She felt safe enough in this house to pass the fuck out within the next hour. Normally, she would put her pills back in her bag, but the sleep deprived blonde simply placed it by the faucet and left the bathroom. Silently exiting, she placed her bag down somewhere and took out her camera. Making sure he wasn’t looking, she turned it on and prepared to take a picture of him, “Heyyyyy Airhead.” she called out to him, waiting to snap the photo.
Davy rolled around on the bag to face Ely, frowning suddenly when he saw the camera. ”Didn’t you see the invisible signs? No flash photography!” He huffed, but ultimately allowed his picture to be taken before he rolled back over, this time staring at the ceiling. ”Why’d you follow me? Seriously, why. I’m not that interesting, and there was like a whole party filled with interesting people. Loud people. Rhett. Rhett’s loud.” Davy asked, adding his explained reasoning on to the end. He continued to stare up at the plain white ceiling without looking at her, folding his hands together on his chest. ”...just, why?”
Staring at the photo of him, with a soft tenderness in her eyes, since photography was her passion after all, Ely shrugged, “It’s not interesting if you’re use to it, And I don’t know.” Her words were honest and straight to the point, “I don’t really think about my actions, I kinda just do. Your friends with my friends, yet we haven’t hanged yet. Plus.” She paused and took an instant to take a picture of herself making a fish face in his batcave, her eyes wide open (absolutely ‘stunning’). Bringing her camera down, she turned to him, her blonde hair in a ponytail, strands falling out gently against her face, and his shirt hella' huge on her, “You may not think you’re interesting, but I do.” Yawning widely, she put her camera away before dropping to the floor on her knees. Slowly, very slowly, Elysia crawled to him like a prowling tigress, “So what we gonna do?”
Davy had to blink once, no twice as he stared at Ely as she… crawled toward him, staring at her with his mouth hanging slightly open. This wasn’t fair. Why was she wearing his favorite shirt? And… why wasn’t she… wearing a bra? Davy rolled over and buried his face into the beanbag before he spoke, “Ely, why aren’t you wearing undergarments!? I-I ca-can see yo-your, uh, uhm, uh, stuff,” David finally stuttered out, his voice slightly muffled by the beanbag. Jesus christ, this girl was doing unholy things to his mind and his body, which was now uncomfortably warm, and his mind was straying. “Well, I was going to play video games…”
“Man, Davy.” Ely was now by his side, resting on her knees as she stared down at him like the wolf she was. “We seriously need to get you laid.” She didn’t necessarily mean by her, but if he wanted to she wouldn’t mind teaching him a thing or two. No strings attached. That being said, she wasn’t going to force the poor thing to have sex with her, nor did she care for sex that much. Eh, she probably wasn’t his type anyways - y'know, the crazy type. “Also.” She dragged her body closer to him, letting her thin fingers walk on his back, “Girls wearing wired bras to sleep is never a good idea.” Not giving him time to react she pushed herself off the ground and jumped on his body, sprawling herself on top of him - yeah, Ely was a child. She was extremely light and could easily be pushed off if that’s what he wanted. “Ohhh! What game? I bet I can kick your ass at it.”
As she slid closer to him and spoke, Davy could only consciously note two things: one, her fingers tracing up his back, and two (possibly more important), a sudden fire rising to his cheeks. “I do not need to, get, uh- laid. And I’m not a horse, Ely!” He whined, but when she said she could kick his ass at video games, Davy was suddenly more offended than charged by unknown sexual feelings, and he spun around very suddenly, staring up at her. “Oh, bullshittt. All I do is play video games! You ain’t beating me.” Davy squinted up at her, though rather it was serious or for dramatic effect was up in the air.
“You’re poking a sleepin’ lion, girl.”
Bringing her face lower, her lips inches away from his, Ely whispered, “Is that a challenge?” Of course, she was hella' tired, so she may have to save this battle for tomorrow, which would involve in a wager, most definitely. Ely wasn’t someone who played something without the stakes being raised. There was silence between the two as her captivating green orbs captured his in a bewitching hold. Smiling, she brushed her nose against his, “We’ll play tomorrow, kid. I’m beat.” Rather than pull away from him, she simply put her body in a position where she rested in his arms (yes, manhandling him) and her leg wrapped around his, “I want to get to you know anyways.” She snuggled closer to Davy before asking, “Your dad said you could ride anything with wheels. Is there a reason why you like those things? Like the thrill?”
What. Was. This. Girl? Davy didn’t understand anything she did, from challenging him, to declining the challenge, to the way she forced herself all snuggly into his arms. When he felt Ely’s nose brush against his, in a tantalizing nuzzle, Davy almost died--at the very least, he knew his cheeks flared right the fuck back to bright ass tomato red. Hearing her question, Davy considered his options: ignore it, lie, or answer truthfully. He reached to the ground, grabbing a discarded blanket and pulling it over them as he made his decision. She was drunk, right? She’d never remember. “I like to go fast like that because it makes me feel, uhm… safer, is the right word, I guess. People can’t catch me when I go that fast, or that hard, because they just… can’t keep up. I’m untouchable. It feels good, right. I went skydiving once and I’d die to do it again, or wingsuit flying. Either or. From up there, everyone looks like ants and they aren’t quite as scary.”
“Mm. To be untouchable?” She closed her eyes as she felt a warm blanket be pulled on them, “My method would be to disappear altogether.” The petite blonde wasn’t registering her words at this point in time so her honesty had no filter. “Do you ever wish you could like… not exist?” Her tone was still the same, with no feelings behind it, while she entered a place in her mind she didn’t venture into often.
“No, go to sleep.”
“No!” Ely growled. If she goes to sleep, she’ll go to sleep on her own terms.
“Calm down turbo.” Davy said, staring up at the ceiling as he thought about her question for a moment before he shook his head. “Nobody really wants to just disappear. That’d suck. I hate my life, but I keep doin’ it. You just have to stick with the things that make you happy. Like Sprinkles, ain’t that right little dude?” A quack sounded off from the cage as Davy clapped his hands together, turning the lights off in the room as he yawned widely. “You can stay up all you want. I’m going to sleep.”
By the time he had finished his response, Ely had already fallen asleep. Her breathing was light, her expression was peaceful, and her hold on him was like an anaconda. There was no escape. There was no response from the blonde, which could be interpreted that she was ignoring him but... if he listened carefully, he would be able to hear her faint snores.
Oh. Uhm, that was unexpected. Davy frowned into the darkness of the room and wondered what the right thing to do when a girl was asleep, in your arms, half drunk, and probably on some kind of drug was. Admittedly, he didn’t have much of an idea, so he did the only thing that came to mind and felt right in the moment. David slid his arms around Elysia, being careful not to place his hands too low, and pulled her close and tight to him before he leaned his head slightly forward, searching in the dark for the top of Ely’s head, which he eventually found nestled into the crook of his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on her head, spent half a moment wondering how he’d gotten to this point in his life, and then he closed his eyes and welcomed sleep.
Davy rolled around on the bag to face Ely, frowning suddenly when he saw the camera. ”Didn’t you see the invisible signs? No flash photography!” He huffed, but ultimately allowed his picture to be taken before he rolled back over, this time staring at the ceiling. ”Why’d you follow me? Seriously, why. I’m not that interesting, and there was like a whole party filled with interesting people. Loud people. Rhett. Rhett’s loud.” Davy asked, adding his explained reasoning on to the end. He continued to stare up at the plain white ceiling without looking at her, folding his hands together on his chest. ”...just, why?”
Staring at the photo of him, with a soft tenderness in her eyes, since photography was her passion after all, Ely shrugged, “It’s not interesting if you’re use to it, And I don’t know.” Her words were honest and straight to the point, “I don’t really think about my actions, I kinda just do. Your friends with my friends, yet we haven’t hanged yet. Plus.” She paused and took an instant to take a picture of herself making a fish face in his batcave, her eyes wide open (absolutely ‘stunning’). Bringing her camera down, she turned to him, her blonde hair in a ponytail, strands falling out gently against her face, and his shirt hella' huge on her, “You may not think you’re interesting, but I do.” Yawning widely, she put her camera away before dropping to the floor on her knees. Slowly, very slowly, Elysia crawled to him like a prowling tigress, “So what we gonna do?”
Davy had to blink once, no twice as he stared at Ely as she… crawled toward him, staring at her with his mouth hanging slightly open. This wasn’t fair. Why was she wearing his favorite shirt? And… why wasn’t she… wearing a bra? Davy rolled over and buried his face into the beanbag before he spoke, “Ely, why aren’t you wearing undergarments!? I-I ca-can see yo-your, uh, uhm, uh, stuff,” David finally stuttered out, his voice slightly muffled by the beanbag. Jesus christ, this girl was doing unholy things to his mind and his body, which was now uncomfortably warm, and his mind was straying. “Well, I was going to play video games…”
“Man, Davy.” Ely was now by his side, resting on her knees as she stared down at him like the wolf she was. “We seriously need to get you laid.” She didn’t necessarily mean by her, but if he wanted to she wouldn’t mind teaching him a thing or two. No strings attached. That being said, she wasn’t going to force the poor thing to have sex with her, nor did she care for sex that much. Eh, she probably wasn’t his type anyways - y'know, the crazy type. “Also.” She dragged her body closer to him, letting her thin fingers walk on his back, “Girls wearing wired bras to sleep is never a good idea.” Not giving him time to react she pushed herself off the ground and jumped on his body, sprawling herself on top of him - yeah, Ely was a child. She was extremely light and could easily be pushed off if that’s what he wanted. “Ohhh! What game? I bet I can kick your ass at it.”
As she slid closer to him and spoke, Davy could only consciously note two things: one, her fingers tracing up his back, and two (possibly more important), a sudden fire rising to his cheeks. “I do not need to, get, uh- laid. And I’m not a horse, Ely!” He whined, but when she said she could kick his ass at video games, Davy was suddenly more offended than charged by unknown sexual feelings, and he spun around very suddenly, staring up at her. “Oh, bullshittt. All I do is play video games! You ain’t beating me.” Davy squinted up at her, though rather it was serious or for dramatic effect was up in the air.
“You’re poking a sleepin’ lion, girl.”
Bringing her face lower, her lips inches away from his, Ely whispered, “Is that a challenge?” Of course, she was hella' tired, so she may have to save this battle for tomorrow, which would involve in a wager, most definitely. Ely wasn’t someone who played something without the stakes being raised. There was silence between the two as her captivating green orbs captured his in a bewitching hold. Smiling, she brushed her nose against his, “We’ll play tomorrow, kid. I’m beat.” Rather than pull away from him, she simply put her body in a position where she rested in his arms (yes, manhandling him) and her leg wrapped around his, “I want to get to you know anyways.” She snuggled closer to Davy before asking, “Your dad said you could ride anything with wheels. Is there a reason why you like those things? Like the thrill?”
What. Was. This. Girl? Davy didn’t understand anything she did, from challenging him, to declining the challenge, to the way she forced herself all snuggly into his arms. When he felt Ely’s nose brush against his, in a tantalizing nuzzle, Davy almost died--at the very least, he knew his cheeks flared right the fuck back to bright ass tomato red. Hearing her question, Davy considered his options: ignore it, lie, or answer truthfully. He reached to the ground, grabbing a discarded blanket and pulling it over them as he made his decision. She was drunk, right? She’d never remember. “I like to go fast like that because it makes me feel, uhm… safer, is the right word, I guess. People can’t catch me when I go that fast, or that hard, because they just… can’t keep up. I’m untouchable. It feels good, right. I went skydiving once and I’d die to do it again, or wingsuit flying. Either or. From up there, everyone looks like ants and they aren’t quite as scary.”
“Mm. To be untouchable?” She closed her eyes as she felt a warm blanket be pulled on them, “My method would be to disappear altogether.” The petite blonde wasn’t registering her words at this point in time so her honesty had no filter. “Do you ever wish you could like… not exist?” Her tone was still the same, with no feelings behind it, while she entered a place in her mind she didn’t venture into often.
“No, go to sleep.”
“No!” Ely growled. If she goes to sleep, she’ll go to sleep on her own terms.
“Calm down turbo.” Davy said, staring up at the ceiling as he thought about her question for a moment before he shook his head. “Nobody really wants to just disappear. That’d suck. I hate my life, but I keep doin’ it. You just have to stick with the things that make you happy. Like Sprinkles, ain’t that right little dude?” A quack sounded off from the cage as Davy clapped his hands together, turning the lights off in the room as he yawned widely. “You can stay up all you want. I’m going to sleep.”
By the time he had finished his response, Ely had already fallen asleep. Her breathing was light, her expression was peaceful, and her hold on him was like an anaconda. There was no escape. There was no response from the blonde, which could be interpreted that she was ignoring him but... if he listened carefully, he would be able to hear her faint snores.
Oh. Uhm, that was unexpected. Davy frowned into the darkness of the room and wondered what the right thing to do when a girl was asleep, in your arms, half drunk, and probably on some kind of drug was. Admittedly, he didn’t have much of an idea, so he did the only thing that came to mind and felt right in the moment. David slid his arms around Elysia, being careful not to place his hands too low, and pulled her close and tight to him before he leaned his head slightly forward, searching in the dark for the top of Ely’s head, which he eventually found nestled into the crook of his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on her head, spent half a moment wondering how he’d gotten to this point in his life, and then he closed his eyes and welcomed sleep.
