FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Daredevil
Title: Daredevil
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Mother.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol 2, Act 6.
Summary: Dee was always a daredevil growing up, and sometimes he still is.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Daredevil’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Looking back, Dee knows he put Mother through Hell when he was a boy, always getting in trouble, fighting with older kids, shoplifting, skipping classes, aware even at a young age that the Penguin had too many children in her care to easily keep track of them all.
He’d been something of a daredevil too, which hadn’t helped, obsessed with superhero comics, and convinced he was as unstoppable as Superman, or the Avengers. You’d think the first time he broke his arm would have proved how wrong he was, but it hadn’t. He’d blundered from one scrape to another, falling out of trees and windows, off walls and shed roofs, breaking his ankle one time, his collarbone another, knocking out both front teeth… By the time he reached his teens, he’d lost count of how many black eyes he’d gotten. It was a miracle he’d survived long enough to grow up and join the force.
One day, visiting Mother, he’d apologised for being such a menace as a kid, and she’d laughed, telling him she’d learned long before he came into her life that young children had no sense of self-preservation, but even so, he’d managed to outdo every other child she’d ever had in her care.
“You were fearless. I always knew you’d do great things when you grew up, just because you never let anything stop you. Your stubbornness and self-belief made you push yourself to your limits and beyond. I sometimes wondered if, subconsciously, you were trying to prove your worth to whoever it was that abandoned you, show them that you didn’t need them.”
“Maybe I was. Or maybe I just didn’t think my life was worth anything.” He shrugged. “My own parents dumped me, and no one wanted to adopt me. I saw so many kids find new homes with families, but I never got picked, even when I tried to be on my best behaviour.”
“I worried so much about you every time you were overlooked,” Mother admitted. “I wanted you to find a family who’d give you everything you deserved, but at the same time, I didn’t want to lose you. I raised you from a newborn; you were my son, more than any other child ever was.”
He still has that daredevil streak, and it still gets him in trouble, but Dee no longer believes he’s indestructible. Maybe he’s finally growing up.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Mother.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol 2, Act 6.
Summary: Dee was always a daredevil growing up, and sometimes he still is.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Daredevil’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Looking back, Dee knows he put Mother through Hell when he was a boy, always getting in trouble, fighting with older kids, shoplifting, skipping classes, aware even at a young age that the Penguin had too many children in her care to easily keep track of them all.
He’d been something of a daredevil too, which hadn’t helped, obsessed with superhero comics, and convinced he was as unstoppable as Superman, or the Avengers. You’d think the first time he broke his arm would have proved how wrong he was, but it hadn’t. He’d blundered from one scrape to another, falling out of trees and windows, off walls and shed roofs, breaking his ankle one time, his collarbone another, knocking out both front teeth… By the time he reached his teens, he’d lost count of how many black eyes he’d gotten. It was a miracle he’d survived long enough to grow up and join the force.
One day, visiting Mother, he’d apologised for being such a menace as a kid, and she’d laughed, telling him she’d learned long before he came into her life that young children had no sense of self-preservation, but even so, he’d managed to outdo every other child she’d ever had in her care.
“You were fearless. I always knew you’d do great things when you grew up, just because you never let anything stop you. Your stubbornness and self-belief made you push yourself to your limits and beyond. I sometimes wondered if, subconsciously, you were trying to prove your worth to whoever it was that abandoned you, show them that you didn’t need them.”
“Maybe I was. Or maybe I just didn’t think my life was worth anything.” He shrugged. “My own parents dumped me, and no one wanted to adopt me. I saw so many kids find new homes with families, but I never got picked, even when I tried to be on my best behaviour.”
“I worried so much about you every time you were overlooked,” Mother admitted. “I wanted you to find a family who’d give you everything you deserved, but at the same time, I didn’t want to lose you. I raised you from a newborn; you were my son, more than any other child ever was.”
He still has that daredevil streak, and it still gets him in trouble, but Dee no longer believes he’s indestructible. Maybe he’s finally growing up.
The End