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Mar. 3rd, 2011 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"Take my monkey." The little girl ordered imperiously. Superboy hovered (not above the ground, just in the sense that any normal human hovered) and attempted not to look… well, not scared. He wasn't scared of the stuffed monkey. The stuffed monkey was harmless, it was a stupid stuffed animal, it hadn't even been able to protect the girl from the fire. The little girl had smudges of soot on her cheeks and fingers and her eyes were red-rimmed.
The monkey was tan with long arms and a grey head and it had a little monkey hanging onto it. The little girl thrust it at him again and shook the monkey this time.
Behind him Superboy could hear Kid Flash talking to other rescues and the hissing sound of the fire as it died under the torrent of water Aqualad was directing. Robin was around… somewhere. Superboy could hear his heartbeat if he listened, and Artemis had stopped firing 'fire extinguisher' arrows into the blaze in order to help Miss Martian preform basic first aid on a few of the fire's victims.
"I don't want it." Superboy said, maybe a little harshly because the girl's eyes filled with tears. Superboy glanced at her parents who stood behind her watching worriedly but not scared.
They weren't scared of him or his power. They didn't think he was going to break their daughter.
"Now, Alice, sweetie." The mother touched the little girl with soft hands, her fingers combed through brown hair made darker with soot. "Super…" She glanced at him, "…boy probably has lots of stuffed animals back home. He probably doesn't need another one."
The little girl blinked and two tears made tracks through the smears on her cheeks. "Do you?" She asked, and Superboy blinked as well because…
"…no."
Lying was bad, after all, though he was pretty sure this was one of those 'socially acceptable' moments where he was 'expected' to lie.
"So you should take my monkey!" The girl thrust the monkey out again and this time she was close enough that she got it into Superboy's hands. Superboy instinctively closed his fingers around the soft fabric so it wouldn't fall. "See, mommy, Superboy wants him."
Superboy cradled the toy in his hands. He knew what a stuffed animal was, but he had never held one. He wondered, were all stuffed animals this warm or was it the effects of the child's hands and the lingering heat of the fire? "It's a boy?" He asked, having nothing better to say.
"His name is Monty." The little girl stated, just as regal as her demands had been. She reached up between Superboy's hands and tugged on the smaller monkey clinging to the bigger one. "This one is Carol. Carol is Monty's daughter."
"Monty the monkey." Superboy responded dutifully. The girl nodded, and then stepped back and curled up in her mother's arms. Superboy was left with Monty and Alice, warm and soft and small between his big, hard, dirty hands.
The monkey was tan with long arms and a grey head and it had a little monkey hanging onto it. The little girl thrust it at him again and shook the monkey this time.
Behind him Superboy could hear Kid Flash talking to other rescues and the hissing sound of the fire as it died under the torrent of water Aqualad was directing. Robin was around… somewhere. Superboy could hear his heartbeat if he listened, and Artemis had stopped firing 'fire extinguisher' arrows into the blaze in order to help Miss Martian preform basic first aid on a few of the fire's victims.
"I don't want it." Superboy said, maybe a little harshly because the girl's eyes filled with tears. Superboy glanced at her parents who stood behind her watching worriedly but not scared.
They weren't scared of him or his power. They didn't think he was going to break their daughter.
"Now, Alice, sweetie." The mother touched the little girl with soft hands, her fingers combed through brown hair made darker with soot. "Super…" She glanced at him, "…boy probably has lots of stuffed animals back home. He probably doesn't need another one."
The little girl blinked and two tears made tracks through the smears on her cheeks. "Do you?" She asked, and Superboy blinked as well because…
"…no."
Lying was bad, after all, though he was pretty sure this was one of those 'socially acceptable' moments where he was 'expected' to lie.
"So you should take my monkey!" The girl thrust the monkey out again and this time she was close enough that she got it into Superboy's hands. Superboy instinctively closed his fingers around the soft fabric so it wouldn't fall. "See, mommy, Superboy wants him."
Superboy cradled the toy in his hands. He knew what a stuffed animal was, but he had never held one. He wondered, were all stuffed animals this warm or was it the effects of the child's hands and the lingering heat of the fire? "It's a boy?" He asked, having nothing better to say.
"His name is Monty." The little girl stated, just as regal as her demands had been. She reached up between Superboy's hands and tugged on the smaller monkey clinging to the bigger one. "This one is Carol. Carol is Monty's daughter."
"Monty the monkey." Superboy responded dutifully. The girl nodded, and then stepped back and curled up in her mother's arms. Superboy was left with Monty and Alice, warm and soft and small between his big, hard, dirty hands.
