Street Bird

It's Settled

Crescent didn't bother Emiguel's words as she tightened the grip. The room was silent enough to allow the sound of Richard's whimper enter Aunt Misty's ears. Her face went dark as she clicked her tongue, her right hand went to hold her assailant's. "Little birdie, look away."

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-Gotham's low-end residence-

Her tone was as serious as ever, so being a slightly still sane child, he complied. Shielding his eyes, he looked away.

"BAM!" The next thing Crescent felt was the ground. Out of reflex, she got up, but then staggered in surprise as Misty kicked her shin. Again. And again. And again. She grabbed Crescent's right hand and twisted it backwards, moving along her side and pinned it down. Crescent blinked as she struggled against her grip. She could've succeeded if it weren't for her rage.

Misty smacked her head up right, "Snap out of it Cres!" She shouted, making the other growled.

Richard bit his lips, wanting to help but couldn't. For a person to snap and act like that, it's almost impossible to bring them  back. He doesn't stand a chance. Crescent kept trashing against Misty's grip, whereas Misty shook her head. "Cres, come on... " She mumbled before then muttered a curse under her breath.

Then she hugged her, from behind of course.

"Listen," she whispered close, her grip tight, still not making a single opening. Crescent tried to pry her off as they both kneeled. "I'm trying to help him."

Crescent snorted sharply, ""Yeah right, you and your plans! When are you going to realise that this is real life? Not some game of narrative!"

"Look at me," Misty turned Crescent's body around, meeting her eyes. "Do you think that I'm playing? I'm trying to help. I could only do this much."

Crescent studied her and hissed, "Really now? Because here's an idea. Why not let him stay with me? Unlike this crook, I actually know how to raise kids!"

"Cres, this needs to be done."

"What needs to be done? Torturing him?! If he stays here, he'll relive that memory every single day! " She sneered with her teeth clenched tightly. Baring each other like a lone wolf.

"Well if he can't handle Emiguel, how will he stand against Zucco? Have you thought about that?!" Aunt Misty snapped, she lets go of Crescent and stood up. "Have you thought of what the boy wants?"

Silence.

Misty took a deep breath, and took out a hand for Crescent to take.

She stared at her with her mouth agape, eyes wide. Finally regaining her mind back,  she shook her head, and slapped Misty's hand away. Standing up on her own, she took a step back.

With her eyes aflame, she looked away, "Why?"

"Why?" Misty furrowed her eyebrows, "Why do you think he left?"

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Emiguel went to grab some of his pain reliever pills as the rest sat on the ever so scattered chairs and couches. No one has said a word to answer Misty's question. No one needed to. Everyone already knew the answer. He ran away for  revenge. By all means presented, that act itself was the epitome of a lost cause. As he was blinded by both rage and lost for the time being.

Richard sat between the two women, his eyes avoiding them both. 'They knew,' he sighed as he twiddled his thumbs. 'Of course they knew,' his head sank deeper.