The cure for one is the cure for the other (PaperHat Fic) [Ongoing]

Family troubles

I stare at Goldheart for a few moments unblinking.
I almost can't believe he was actually dumb enough to show up. and what is he wearing?

He seems to be sporting some, 'very casual' clothing.
A plain white t-shirt and blue jeans?
He looks like a very out of touch undercover cop trying to 'blend in'.

"I see that my presence has left you speechless, well, I'm use to that." He says as he pushes through the door AND me, shoving me to the side. (rather harshly I might add.)

I hesitantly close the door.
He's always been like this, and I start to feel uncomfortable memories from my childhood pop into my head.

I have mixed feelings about seeing him again, and nothing but bad feelings towards him being in my house.
On one hand I'm glad he doesn't seem to recognize me, but it doesn't make me feel any better about him being here.
This is my home,
I've made a good life for myself here,
for once in my life I actually feel safe? I feel like the people around me care for me, and I care for them.
So why did I ever agree to this? One wrong move and it'll all be taken away from me.
but as long as black hat is here, I should be safe from any physical harm.

Wait a minute,
I furrow my brows and look around for any signs of black hat.
He said he would be watching...
But I don't see him?

"So, You're the great doctor I've heard so much about." He says as he walks into our foyer casually, his face turns to disgust as he looks around at the decor.

Before I even have a chance to answer him, He starts talking again.

"You're suppose to be an inventor right? I would think if you were mute you would've invented a way to talk by now." He says smugly.

"What are you wearing." I say, ignoring his comments.
I'm trying to keep up a tough exterior, but I feel my hands shaking.

He plops down on one of our couches.

"So you can talk." He scoffs, and continues talking.
"Yes, this is my disguise, much more casual then whatever the hell you've got going on." He says gesturing towards my bag.
"Doesn't that thing attract MORE attention?
I would think someone like you would prefer to be hidden in the shadows, away from us good law abiding citizens.
But I suppose I wouldn't know,
I never know what's going though you're little villain minds." He finishes smugly, and waits for me to reply.

damn, this guy never shuts up, does he?

"So what is it that you wanted." I say firmly, not giving his little comments the attention he so desperately craves.

He scoffs again.
"Not a conversational one, are you? I can't imagine how dry your texting must be. no wonder there's no chicks here.
But I suppose poor social skills come with the job." He kicks his feet up on our table, and I feel my eye twitch.

I've delt with him and many others just like him before, if you show the slightest sign of irritation, it only fuels their ego, and they get SO much worse.

You can't show that they're getting to you.

"If you simply wanted to toss around playground insults, I assure you that you could've done so on one of the MANY interviews you do on tv.
But If you wanted to discuss ANYTHING of importance, I suggest that you do so before black hat comes back." I say sternly.

He raises a brow at me, then smiles.
"Ah, you're guard dog, huh?
What? are you afraid of being here alone with me? He says proudly."

"I'm afraid of what my boss would do to me if he found you here." I lie.

I walk up next to him, and gesture for him to stand up.

He chuckles.
"If you think I'm taking orders from you, you must be crazier than I thought."