Child's Play (Fic-swap for rosieknight)
Title: Child’s Play
Word Count: 509 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Ehehe...sorry this took so long. This is for Ye Olde Fic-Swap for rosieknight, the prompt being "I am the terror that flaps in the night!" I don't own DC/MK. Hope you enjoy!
Teaser: As near as Kaito could tell...it was something to play with!
It had been a really, really, really, really long night, Toichi decided. What a heist, indeed. He was exhausted. All he really wanted to do now was crawl into bed and sleep for about two or three weeks.
This was his mindset when he stumbled into his home after everything was said and done. Not bothering to make the trip into his secret room, he dropped a few things on a chair and headed up the stairs towards the blessed sanctuary of bed. He wasn’t worried-it wasn’t like anyone would come here and find any incriminating evidence. He was quite confident in his skills; they weren’t going to find him anytime soon. So leaving it there, just for tonight, was all right.
He did pause long enough to change into pajamas before unceremoniously flopping down on the bed and falling asleep. And lo, it was wonderful.
-o-
It was Saturday.
And Saturday, as any child knows, meant cartoons.
Bearing this happy thought in mind, Kuroba Kaito, age seven-and-a-half-thank-you-very-much, scampered from his bedroom and down the stairs with all the sneakiness and quiet of a heard of rhinos trampling a dozen pianos.
Never mind that it was six in the morning. Cartoons waited for no one!
But when he skidded into the living rom, he found an unfamiliar something sitting on a chair. Being the curious and inquisitive child that he was, he immediately began snooping to see what exactly this foreign item was.
As near as he could tell…it was something to play with! Score!
-o-
No one could have slept through that ruckus. Not even a world-class thief. Toichi groaned and looked at the clock. His instincts had been right-it was, in fact, Too Damn Early.
Beside him, his wife shifted under the blankets. “Go out there and break his little legs, would you dear?” she muttered. Obviously, she was as displeased about the wake-up call as he was.
“I’ll handle it,” Toichi sighed. He rolled out of bed and walked slowly to the door. When he opened it, Kaito was actually just running past their master bedroom…
Wearing a white top hat.
And a cape that was far too long for a child’s height.
It was then that Toichi remembered leaving a few things on the chair the night before. Apparently, his son had found them and decided that they were suitable for play. Truly, he was his father’s son.
“Dad!” Kaito bubbled. “Check this out!” The kid was far too energetic for this ungodly hour.
“Kaito, give those to me,” he instructed, not expecting an immediate obedience.
Sure enough, he got no immediate obedience. Kaito’s little face twisted into a full-blown pout. “But I found them.”
“Kaito-“
Before he could protest further, the child was off down the hall, the white cape dragging behind him. “I’m Batman! I’m Superman! I am the terror that flaps in the night!”
Toichi watched, smiled, shook his head, and headed after him with the intention of recovering Kaitou Kid’s hat and cape from Darkwing Duck over there.
PS. Again, apologies for the delay. The "break his little legs" thing is a tribute to Calvin and Hobbes, of all things :) Thanks for reading, all. Much love!
Word Count: 509 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Ehehe...sorry this took so long. This is for Ye Olde Fic-Swap for rosieknight, the prompt being "I am the terror that flaps in the night!" I don't own DC/MK. Hope you enjoy!
Teaser: As near as Kaito could tell...it was something to play with!
It had been a really, really, really, really long night, Toichi decided. What a heist, indeed. He was exhausted. All he really wanted to do now was crawl into bed and sleep for about two or three weeks.
This was his mindset when he stumbled into his home after everything was said and done. Not bothering to make the trip into his secret room, he dropped a few things on a chair and headed up the stairs towards the blessed sanctuary of bed. He wasn’t worried-it wasn’t like anyone would come here and find any incriminating evidence. He was quite confident in his skills; they weren’t going to find him anytime soon. So leaving it there, just for tonight, was all right.
He did pause long enough to change into pajamas before unceremoniously flopping down on the bed and falling asleep. And lo, it was wonderful.
-o-
It was Saturday.
And Saturday, as any child knows, meant cartoons.
Bearing this happy thought in mind, Kuroba Kaito, age seven-and-a-half-thank-you-very-much, scampered from his bedroom and down the stairs with all the sneakiness and quiet of a heard of rhinos trampling a dozen pianos.
Never mind that it was six in the morning. Cartoons waited for no one!
But when he skidded into the living rom, he found an unfamiliar something sitting on a chair. Being the curious and inquisitive child that he was, he immediately began snooping to see what exactly this foreign item was.
As near as he could tell…it was something to play with! Score!
-o-
No one could have slept through that ruckus. Not even a world-class thief. Toichi groaned and looked at the clock. His instincts had been right-it was, in fact, Too Damn Early.
Beside him, his wife shifted under the blankets. “Go out there and break his little legs, would you dear?” she muttered. Obviously, she was as displeased about the wake-up call as he was.
“I’ll handle it,” Toichi sighed. He rolled out of bed and walked slowly to the door. When he opened it, Kaito was actually just running past their master bedroom…
Wearing a white top hat.
And a cape that was far too long for a child’s height.
It was then that Toichi remembered leaving a few things on the chair the night before. Apparently, his son had found them and decided that they were suitable for play. Truly, he was his father’s son.
“Dad!” Kaito bubbled. “Check this out!” The kid was far too energetic for this ungodly hour.
“Kaito, give those to me,” he instructed, not expecting an immediate obedience.
Sure enough, he got no immediate obedience. Kaito’s little face twisted into a full-blown pout. “But I found them.”
“Kaito-“
Before he could protest further, the child was off down the hall, the white cape dragging behind him. “I’m Batman! I’m Superman! I am the terror that flaps in the night!”
Toichi watched, smiled, shook his head, and headed after him with the intention of recovering Kaitou Kid’s hat and cape from Darkwing Duck over there.
PS. Again, apologies for the delay. The "break his little legs" thing is a tribute to Calvin and Hobbes, of all things :) Thanks for reading, all. Much love!