The Hero's apprentice. (sort of )

Hero?

The only thing that alerted the old man of the return of his "apprentice" was the soft clicking of the door being re-locked.
She was nothing if not notoriously paranoid.
And yet as hotheaded as the young woman could be, she was more quiet than a ninja when she wanted to be.

"Did you at least bring home a six pack for your old man while you we're out playing crime fighter?" he called, smiling at the defeated and chagrined hiss that he heard from the hallway.

"Oh sure. I totally walked into the neighborhood Seven eleven and lifted some Budweiser in full battle-rattle. That's as low-profile as it gets around here." was her snarky response as she entered the den, removing her beloved mask to reveal all of her most defining features.

He couldn't understand for the life of him why such a gorgeous young lady would want to devote herself to such a life.
But then again, call him old-fashioned.
Granted, He was once a hero himself, and had met many a woman who had chosen the same path.
Though all of them had held much more sound reasons to.
(Y/n)'s reason hardly seemed even comparable in that sense but what she lacked in that aspect, she made up for in determination.

The retired hero had never met a more persistent youth than (y/n).

" Did you arrest him? " He mused, only mildly curious about the outcome of (Y/N)'s nightly venture.

He honestly knew the answer before even asking her.

"........ You know I didn't."

The Elder that was once the Blue Shield, sighed in resignation and reached up to stroke his grey whiskers that only had a few streaks of vibrant ginger left in them.
He wasn't angry or disappointed, per se...
But not exactly pleased either...

" Y'know hotshot, back in my day, we caught the bad guys and threw 'em in the slammer. That was how we handled things. "

"And just how many of those Bad guys somehow miraculously broke out of said slammer, old man?"

Her tone wasn't mean or cold, like one would have thought at such a comment.

If anything, it was teasing.

(Y/n) may have been Cynical and sometimes pretty damn snappy, but she wasn't truly a cruel or cold person.

Old man Shield shrugged and felt an amused smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

" That's... Classified. "

" Sure. "

" So why'd ya bump off this one, hotshot?"

" Please. An eye for an eye-"

" Leaves the whole world blind. " He interjected lightly, only partially chiding the woman.

(Y/n) scoffed and blew a (h/c) bang out of her face before sitting down in the cream colored armchair across from Old man Shield, folding her arms around her chest moodily.

" And what would he have done if I did it your way and handed him over to the cops, huh? He was a notorious Mob boss with connections all over the continent, old man. If I threw him in jail, all the dirty bastard would have had to do is pull some strings and then some shit would happen at his trial and next thing you know, he'd be spending the rest of his short sentence in a luxury jail cell with Wi-Fi access and five star meals three times a day. I KNOW how this goes. And you do too." she snapped, (e/c) orbs blazing in a familiar fury that she got in her eyes every time they had talks like this.

Stars....
Even Batman had an easier time handling Robin....

Shield sighed again and ran a hand through his thinning silver hair.