DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

April 8th, 2015

Day 113 - April 8th, 2015 : Early Morning - Around 6 AM (Columbia, New York)

The morning click of the heating conditioner woke up the pink haired entity, always somehow annoyed by the clicks and beeps modern Surface devices make. They were far from the echoing screams or bubbling sounds magic and Hell had produced - containing less misery in them yet that single click that happened every morning got him each time.

"Mmm" Alva whined up next to Brian as he had the morning before. And like yesterday his diminutive cries of mild annoyance were ignored, Brian slept undisputed by the annoying clicks of the heating and air. Perhaps it was a Surface world adjustment he just needed to get used to...

Slipping from the black sheets and white pillows, he exited the bedroom and saw Selina was already awake - wearing four inch heels, another slanted sun hat, black, in a robe that was open to show her lingerie as she was brewing herself coffee in the kitchen.

And Selina, pregnant and half naked in her beaten glory turned to see Brian's tomboy girlfriend in one of his button ups and a pair of panties. The both of them looked at the other with mild surprise, letting the coffee maker gurgle loudly between them.

Selina cleared her throat and slowly closed her robe, tying it shut but allowing her breasts to be openly displayed.

"You are up early dear..." Selina turned her head as to use the hat's rim to shield her face. Alva squirmed, feeling the lash of antagonistic emotion come enter the space between them. "That moribund look is very cute on you, I have a few other ideas in mind Brian May like...men like a little effort put into their women's looks"

"I...am not..." Alva hesitated, did she honestly think he looked downtrodden and maybe ugly to Brian...? He did not have many clothes and they were a mix of men and women's clothes...Selina had said before he lacked an aesthetic.

"Yes dear your expression, it's New York darling and it's always been church for a woman to toy that fine line. But..." Selina's straps heels clicked on the tile floor and she pulled out the coffee pitcher to serve herself, she spared no expense displaying her chest while pouring a cup bent over the counter.

Alva uncomfortably rubbed at the small chest his new body had, the existing padding of the nipples just enough to consider breast tissue but nothing ever comparable to what he used to have...she made him feel regret. It might have been easier for Brian or even Connor has he been with him if he conformed...

Selina raised her cup high and let her lace bra stick between them while she swallowed - full hand sized breasts surrounded by pink silk. Alva purses his lips and looked away.

"I am simply saying I had taught Brian to know the difference between little girls and a real woman" she smiled, "coffee?" She gestured to the pitcher and Alva rubbed his face awkwardly. Her words were like knives...

"I am fine, thank you...I actually do not like the noises the coffee machine makes...ehe..." He did not know what to say to her when she was like this. Selina stared at Alva, how did her son fall for such a meek and bewildered girl? If she carried herself right she would be precious, but it was as if her son needed the strange and disenfranchised to be his company - his other choice apparently haven't been Pamela as the bitch had seduced him months ago. She was too old for him...tacky.

Her son had a terrible choice in women.

"Alright" the former Catwoman elegantly turned away to drink in solitude and Alva walked away into the hallway burdened by a weighted sense of confusion and doubt.

What did he offer Brian? He asked himself while standing against the wall, staring at the bathroom archway. Brian smiled, showed and felt happiness...did that not show he was giving Brian what he needed?