A Psychotic Boomerang

Chapter 8: Making Breakfast

"I love you too, baby. I'll always love my wife...and the mother of our children. I can't believe I am getting the chance to say that. It is all thanks to you and I know it would be a miracle if I ever get the chance to thank you. I love you so much, baby. Don't ever forget that."

Captain Boomerang does not know why his Aussie accent is thicker than its normally-thick timbre but he decides to not care about that in the end. He just cares about making sure that his wife knows of his love for her. He loves her too much to have things turn out any differently in this matter, especially since he has now technically killed for this woman now resting fully in his arms once again. He loves having Kara this close to him and it shows in the way he cuddles her gently against his chest.

He has always loved cuddling his wife and it shows especially in this moment as he hums quietly for her ears alone. He hears her request whispered directly into her ear and he is more than eager to comply to her wishes. He immediately moves toward the kitchen to acquiesce to her breakfast request with Kara still firmly grasped in his thickly-muscled arms. He even manages to run a hand through her thick platinum-blonde hair as he walks toward the kitchen, a slight skip to his step rather obvious to those who might be able to actually see into the couple's apartment.

Boomer knows that he is more than happy to acquiesce to anything this woman might ever ask of him since he loves her enough to do things like that...even kill for her as the need arises. He loves the thought of being able to do his job as her husband since he loves her enough to want this life for the two of them. He just wants Kara to be happy and he will stop at nothing to achieve that end result, no matter the cost to him in the end. How could he want things any other way when life has been so very difficult for the two of them in the past?

The thought of his own past fills him with sadness as he wonders if his own life of crime could have been averted if Kara had entered his life at an earlier point in time. But yet he does not let this thought overwhelm him in this moment since he wants brain-power focused upon fixing the toast that Kara asked of him moments before. He tries not to let on to Kara of his own inner thoughts as he works quietly on making breakfast for the two of them. He is not aware that Kara was never fed while she was with the Joker and it must show in some way, though he makes plenty of food. He wants to make sure that Kara is well-fed for the baby's sake along with her own. His voice is quiet as he speaks to her suddenly in an attempt to make sure her breakfast is perfect.

"What else do you want food-wise with the toast? Do you want butter or jam...or should I pull out both options from the fridge?"

"Butter is fine. I am not sure how much my tummy can handle at the moment and butter is a neutral taste."

Kara was feeling weak from lack of food and sleep and even with her super powers back, she knew that she needed those two things. But then she also wanted to play. She tightened her hold on him as she lay her head back on his shoulder. She knew that he could tell that she was not quite herself but the kidnapping did not have an effect on her feelings now. She was Was just weak from hunger and being tired. She knew that if she told him how long she had been without food, he would not like it at all and he would find a way to bring the joker back to life so that he could torture him forever. 

The smell of the bread in the toaster as it was beginning to toast was making her hungry and she heard her stomach growl louder than usual. A warm feeling came over her as she realized how much Boomer must actually love her. He was taking care of her in every way that he could to make sure that she and the baby remained healthy. She sensed that the baby was going to be more than healthy ,though at this moment she had no idea that it would be a boy or that he would look just like Boomer and have her powers. Though she wondered what a child of theirs would be like. She wondered how far they could throw a boomerang.

She smiled as she let out a chuckle. She was sure that he would question her on it soon enough but for the moment she could feel him walking around getting things ready. She noticed that he could do this with ease now. She was clinging to him while he was able to use both hands and see what he was doing. She was a good cook herself but she knew there were two reasons that she could not cook at this moment. One, he was not about to let her after what happened and two if she tried to stand, she would probably topple weakly to the floor. 

She giggled once more as she pictured a toddler gripping a boomerang and flying around the living room, then Boomer gently scolding him when he took out the lamp with the toy boomerang that he had. She knew that their job as parents was going to be cut out for them at best, though she knew that they both were up for the challenge.