Bart you will always be my pretty princess
“Saint Anthony said, in his solitude, that sometimes he encountered Demons who looked like Angels & other times he encountered Angels who looked like Demons. When asked on how he could tell the difference, he replied that the truth was determined on how you felt once the creature has left your company.”
「☣」 Conner gave a surprised look, but he glanced down at the ground. “Yeah, it’s been about a year and a half since she’s been unable to see her. We’re divorced. Nothing too serious.” He replied with a small shrug. It wasn’t much of a big deal to him. Sure, it left him with an ache in his chest because he’d been so damn sure that it was going to work but it just hadn’t. He didn’t mind talking about it, though.
It made him awkward in other situations like dates.
”You didn’t have to go through any trouble or anything,” he said before he was cut off by Kat starting to bombard poor Bart with all of these questions as they started to approach the teacher’s car. What could the man even have done? Conner wasn’t upset that Kat had said something about it; it was natural for a four year old to talk about things like that. It was a big impact on her life and Conner’s while he tried to play both the role of a father and a mother to her.
He steps off the curb, careful not to jolt the girl on his shoulders as she asked about what kind of stickers Bart would put on his car if he could have stickers and if they’d be sparkly like the ones that they both had all over them, and even the ones she’d put on Conner’s cheeks.
”—-If it means anything, you’re doing a great job with her. Miss Kat seems to love her dad a lot,” Bart practically beams at Conner, and then at the little girl balanced on her father’s shoulders.
”And, sorry about the divorce,” Bart’s a little awkward talking about other people’s relationships. Being a kindergarden teacher, you see stuff like this. And it’s more prominent nowadays. People fighting over kids (apparently the parents started pulling on the kid during some fight in some after school program—that was unhh weird to hear about) and bickering about school and the teachers having to tiptoe around both parents (if both so choose to be in the kid’s life, you know) but this is Bart’s first time actually dealing with it.
And by dealing with it, he means talking to the parent about it.
”I couldn’t help it,” The teacher chirps during a lull in questions, “Single dad needs a little help once and a while. Besides, it’s sugar, you won’t be thanking me later.” He laughs lightly and digs around for the keys to his car while the next set of questions were thrown at him.
”If I could have stickers, they’d totally be sparkly, and they’d be giant food stickers with faces on them. Just like that one on your arm!” The teacher beams at her and weaves through the cars to get to his, and proceeds to unlock it.
— Tim rolled his eyes and disagreed. “No they ar—” but before he could even finish his sentence Bart zoomed off, surprise surprise, and arrived back with a fresh face. “Better, but really?” Curiously, he rose a brow. Was Bart actually asking for a kiss or joking like his normal self usually does?
”They are too,” Bart responds with almost stubbornly. There’s a fraction of a pause before “—-Yes! Really.” The speedster rocks on his heels the on his toes. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” The speedster chanted, being extra childish and extra obnoxious as he rocked back and forth on his feet.
「☣」 “Well, it’s good to hear she’s not any trouble.” He replied, although he could practically feel Kat beaming at everything Bart said up from her position with her chin resting on his head. She seemed to act like being full of energy was a good thing, but Conner knew that she’d probably be tuckered out by the time bath time came around. She always was.
“You do?” The question sounded a little surprised as Conner followed, making sure Kat doesn’t hit her head on the doorway as he walked out into the hall after Bart. That’s odd, he didn’t recall anything being said about Bart have a reason to give them something, but he was a little curious as to what it was.
Kat grinned a little bit as chattered away to her father who hummed out small answers here and there. He didn’t really talk too much, but she didn’t seem to mind at all as she just continued on talking about her day and what they did in class as they trio made their way out of the school. She asked plenty of questions about things to Bart as well, though. She wanted it to be fair for the both of the men that they got talked to, after all!
”She’s one of my better kids,” The teacher says with a chuckle and made sure to hold the door open for the both of them. He waits for the door to close behind them before he started walking again. Bart walked slow, keeping in time with Conner so he could talk to both the father and Kat without seeming rude. “Miss Kat’s super smart too!”
”Yes—um,” The teacher glances up at the tiny four year old almost skeptically. “She mentioned to me that—” Bart paused, feeling awkward for trying to mention things that weren’t rightfully his business. “I mean, I know it’s not really any of my business what’s going on in your life and all, but Kat mentioned she… didn’t get to see her mom anymore—-So! I decided to get you both something. But—I mean, forgot them in my car so I can inly hope that they didn’t get all gross.”
Bart’s a little too thankful for Kat’s questions.
”Where’s your car, Mr. Allen?” to which was responded with, “There’s a place for me and all the other teachers to park our cars—” which got interrupted with a question of what color his car was, “It’s pretty blue color. I wanted red, but red’s bad luck for cars.” Then a question of were there stickers on it—“Nope, no stickers. All my cool stickers are for you guys.”
Bart hops off the curb of the sidewalk and keeps the slow pace for Conner to follow.
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Jason was awake as soon as he heard something that was far too loud to be the wind whooshing around his apartment. The next thing he knew there was a blur and the other side of the bed dipped as Bart sprawled over the space beside him. With a little huff, he rolled over, throwing an arm loosely around the speedster.
"When I wake up, we gotta have a talk about breaking and entering," he mumbled into Bart’s hair.
The wiggling wakes Jason up far more effectively than the sun creeping through the window, though he still does his best to stay asleep. It’s not often that he manages to get more than a few hours at a time. His bed is also warm and Bart is a good teddy bear and getting up sounds dumb and he doesn’t want to do it yet. Just five more minutes.
He makes a face at the patting, but reluctantly opens his eyes. “Mm, pancakes later, more sleep now,” he says, voice a low, sleepy groan as he tries to bury his face in the pillows. Somehow he’s pretty sure that’s not going to dissuade Bart in the slightest. Especially since he did sort of promise the kid breakfast the night before when he had been too tired to realize how bad of an idea that was.
The speedster wiggles more. Almost obnoxiously so. He doesn’t frown, or get upset by Jason’s sleepy reply. Bart laughs lightly and stills for a good two minutes before the wiggling starts up again. He pats and pokes at the zombie more insistently.
”You promised pancakes, Jay,” Bart presses himself up against Jason and blew a raspberry on his throat. “Wake up! Pancakes! You promised pancakes.” The small speedster started chanting, taking occasional breaks to blow more raspberries on Jason’s cheek.
”Up, up, up!”
— “Bart your face is a mess. Even if I wanted to I wouldn’t go anywhere near your lips when sauce is drooling from them.”
”But Ranch kisses are awesome—Kissy kissy!” The speedster laughed and puckered his lips almost obnoxiously, but zipped away to wipe off his face regardless. And—he’s back, free of that weird mix of ketchup and ranch (Bart, seriously?), and tilts his head.