Poison Ivy

Chapter Thirteen: Superman and Batman

- BIG CHAPTER, BIG CHAPTER, BIG CHAPTER... it's finally over 2K words long! I'm sorry for not posting this yesterday (or the day before), it turns out my mum was in a hating the world, the internet must die mood and so she cut me off... but, I'm finally posting it! I hope you enjoy it. ~Talia. xoxo. -

No sooner had I shut my MacBook did I hear shuffling outside my window nearest to me. Now, the natural, rational reaction would be to go check it out, see it was just my imagination and, thereafter, shut my window.

But because I was a girl that had grown-up watching all the slasher/horror movie franchises I could get my mitts on, I let my more cowardly side dictate to me, finally overwhelming my curious one, because after all, the ones who check are always the first ones to die. Take Scream, for example. I'd save all that drama for Drew Barrymore and that awful blonde bobbed haircut.

Jesus, I sounded like Wes. I was officially spending too much time around him.

My concern appeared to be unnecessary on the whole potential serial killer front when it became silent again. At least for the next five minutes which was enough time for me to let out a breath that I hadn't realised I'd been holding in, to stand up, and to head into my kitchen to make myself some cocoa. Enough time to pour milk in a pan and turn the stove on.

However, the next shuffle was accompanied by a twig snapping, a muffled curse, and something falling into the bush underneath the window.

I forced my mind to think happy thoughts of rainbows, pixie dust and unicorns before once again contemplating with my inner coward as to whether or not I should swallow my pride and turn to where the suspicious commotion was taking place and as it became apparent that the alleged killer was not about to give up knocking on my semi-opened window, I guessed I had to man up ... just this once.

So, going against every anti-horror-movie-chick bone in my body, I slowly turned–

There was a face poking through the open window, in shadow, and I jumped. Like, screamed at the top of my lungs, and my arms flailed, the cocoa tub I'd been holding going ... well, everywhere. All over my hair, down the front of my cream knitted jumper ...

The laugh coming from the mystery murderer was all too familiar.

"You..." I was almost too angry and shaken up for words. "You bastard. I should have known it was you." I ground out through my teeth, seething at him.

He did nothing but laugh again, for another three minutes, too, and yes... I did count.

"Sorry, Poison, didn't mean to make you jump." He grinned and I glared back, my fists still clenched into tight white balls.

"Do you think it's funny jumping up at people?" I asked, looking down at myself and grimacing. "Look what you made me do," I pouted, gesturing to my cocoa covered jumper.

"It'll wash out," he answered, not at all bothered by the fact that he had ruined my jumper. I sensed the smirk in his voice and I scowled up at him before twisting around just in time to see the milk in the pan on the stove bubbling over.

I let out an exasperated groan as I made a grab for the handle, plonking the pan down on a tea towel that was sitting by the side of the stove before turning off the hob I'd been using.

Once again that arrogant laugh filled the tensing air and I turned back to hiss at Andy before opening a near cupboard door, reaching for a mug. From behind I heard Andy scoff and I tempted a questioning raise of the eyebrow in his direction only to get a disappointed smirk back.

"Superman? Really?" he asked in disbelief and I growled.

"Yes, Superman. Have a problem with that, Andy?"