Dylan Lenivy's Big Adventure (Actually, Multiple Adventures)

Uh Oh, Dylan Found a Child!

Dylan wasn't special. In fact, he was anything from it. He worked a normal fast food job that paid almost nothing and lived in an apartment with his best friend, Kaitlyn. He had a normal friend, a normal job, a normal life. He was normal. Except for one thing. He was also a vigilante.

If you don't know what this means, it means Dylan and Kaitlyn were good people, to themselves at least, and they were doing good things; just without the permission to do these so-called good things.

They believed that the heroes of their shitty city were not doing that much of a good job of protecting it So, yeah. In their eyes, they were good people. Just maybe not to others.

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It was a normal night. Dylan walked around the city in his disguise with Kaitlyn talking in his ear. It was so tempting to take out the earpiece and smash it to the ground. But, no, he remained silent and listened to her, like a good friend. He was about to talk back to her when he heard sobs from his left.

Turning his head towards the sound, he noticed an opening to an alleyway a few feet ahead. Suddenly walking a bit faster, he skidded in front of the entrance. Looking further inside, he noticed a small child curled up into a ball, tears running down their cheeks.

Dylan carefully walked a bit more, intent on not to scare them any more. Upon further inspection, he noticed bruises lining the kids' almost entire body. It broke his heart to hear their cries and walked up until he was looming over them.

Kaitlyn had thankfully gone silent at this point, hearing the sobs as well. The child tilted their head up to Dylan and shook, immediately covering their face with their arms.

"Hey, hey. I'm not going to hurt you," Dylan crouched down in front of them, "I want to help you."

The kid once again looked towards Dylan with wide eyes, fear lacing their face.

"What's your name?" Dylan quietly asked them.

The child looked to Dylan while shaking, but ultimately decided to whisper timidly. "Elizabeth."

Dylan nodded. He didn't have the best experience with kids, but he used to babysit for his cousins for an hour or two.

"My name is Dylan," He tilted his head to the side, like a lost puppy. "Do you have anywhere to go?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. My parents kicked me out."

"Do you want to come with me?" Dylan asked.

She looked up to him. "Please."

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Dylan opened the door to the apartment, Elizabeth's hand with his. Kaitlyn quickly spun around on the couch, staring at the two.

"This is Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn, this is Elizabeth." He introduced the two, closing the door and taking the earpiece out.

"Hi." Kaitlyn said to the child, watching as she silently waved back.

He let go of her hand and kneeled down in front of her. "Are you hungry, or tired? Or.."

"Tired." She whispered.

Dylan nodded and stood back up, lending a hand out to her. "Come on, I'll show you where you can sleep."

She nodded and took his hand, following him to the bedroom. He stood in front of Kaitlyn and Dylan's mattress on the floor, choosing which one he should assign Elizabeth to. Smiling, he stared at Kaitlyn's mattress that was located to the right.

He pointed to the mattress on the right side of the room.

"You can sleep there. Sorry it's not much, but we're kinda poor." Dylan watched as she crawled on top of it.

"It's okay. My parents used to give me and my brothers worse." Was the last thing she said before she was out like a light.

Dylan frowned but laid the blanket on top of her, turning off the light switch. He left the room and closed the door, looking at Kaitlyn's glare directed to him.

"What?" He asked, making a beeline to the kitchen.

"What the fuck do you mean what?" Kaitlyn followed him. "You just brought a fucking child into our place!"

Dylan shrugged and looked in the cabinets, seeing some cookies. "So what?"

Kaitlyn looked at him like he had three heads. "'So what?' Dylan, we're poor enough as it is, we can't feed ourselves and a kid!"

He hopped up onto the counter, opening the pack of cookies and frowning when he only saw six left. He looked at her, shoving one into his mouth. "Kaitlyn, she told me her parents kicked her out! And she just told me that her parents gave her and her brothers worse when I told her we didn't have much. What was I supposed to do? Let a child suffer?! No!"

She stared at him. "Dylan. I understand that you did a good thing, but we can't keep her."

"Yes we can! I can start working more! And- and maybe get a second job! We can make this work, I swear!" He said frantically.

"It won't matter!" Kaitlyn said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, we can keep her for tonight, but then she leaves. End of story."

"But," He pleaded, watching her walk away. "Kaitlyn!"

She didn't answer him, instead walking back to the couch and working on her laptop. He made a noise of stubbornness, whining and kicking his legs. He looked down to the pack of Oreos.

"Now my cookies don't even taste good," Dylan grunted. "Wait, yes they do."

He hopped off of the counter and onto the tile flooring, walking to the bathroom. He put the cookies back where he had found them and found some more comfortable clothes, changing into them. He took the ear piece and put it into his hoodie pocket.

Quietly walking inside of the bedroom, he opened the window and climbed out, closing it before jumping to the ground. He breathed in the night air before looking back at the building. Sighing, he started to walk on the streets until he was out of sight.