Holding Out For A Hero

Frappe

When we all noticed Navy Night standing in front of us that evening a bunch happened. First, Blake fainted like he lost his breath and didn't wake up. Second, Navy and me got in a huge verbal fight. Let's just say there was fist involved also. Third, our yelling lead him and Quickie to drag me to the police station along with Blake, where they let us sleep in a steel ceil. The cool beds were not comfortable and it left me with an annoying ache in the back.

Blake sat on the stone ground, playing with a deck of red cards while I paced. It angered me to think the one living person I found horrid had caught us. Couldn't have the regular cop guards got hold of us? Why those two dumbos? Didn't they have more important things to do like stop world destruction or something dramatic?

"Hey, Rar-Rar!"

Blake sat down the deck the guards gave him to smile my way. His little face made every problem seem stupid. He had found greatness in his favorite superhero catching us and I guess that's all that mattered even if it pissed me off.

"What is it Bumble-Bee?"

He got to his feet and stumbled towards me. His small hands took one of mine then gave a fragile squeeze. "We'll get out soon."

I forced a smile his way and stuck out my pinky. "Of course, we will my main man. Then we can go to the park and go have deep fried Oreos."

He took my finger as soon as I said his favorite food, not noticing the halt behind the promise. Maybe he didn't hear the fumble because he was so oblivious to what was happening or maybe he had known I really needed his hope this time around.

"Deep fried Oreos at the fair with Rar-Rar and Bumble-bee! Hooray, hooray! Deep fried Oreos at the fair." He sung to an off rhythm he suddenly invented. His head bobbed back and forth while he begun to add new phrases.

Glad to see he found more entertainment, I hadn't noticed the sound of leather footsteps coming towards our cage. The only action that caught my attention from Blake's goofy song was this wondrous deep chuckle. It sent goosebumps racing over my skin.

"You two are quite amusing," the familiar voice said to us.
Blake stopped short and waved to the stranger on the other side of the silver bars. "Navy Night! Are you here to free us?"

My jaw clenched tight at the horrid name and I shot a deadly glare in his direction.

"Don't you dare answer him."

Navy Night rose an eyebrow in curiosity as Blake cringed at my sudden tone.

"Why shouldn't Navy answer me, Rarity?"

Swallowing the bubble of guilt stuck inside my throat, I took steps to reach Navy Night. Between the bars I put my face and harshly whispered while hands over Blake's ears to not call my little boy a criminal.

"If you want to blame anybody, I take full responsibility for the actions that occurred but Bumble did none of it."

The super hero shook his head and placed a palm against my face. His eyes soft with kindness. If I hadn't hated him so much I would go in full detail about the ridiculous tinkles he left dancing threw my veins.

"I wasn't going to call you two criminals, Rarity Homes. If you had patiently awaited for me to answer like you should have last night," he ignored the scowl I sent him continuing, "you might notice a better out come of things."

"Well I am not patient, too certain things."

He sighed, "as I have come to realize."

He removed his hand from me and pulled out a golden key from his pocket. It seem to sing the choir of angels when I recognize it was the same one the guards used before. "I'm going to let you and the boy leave but under a simple condition."

I forgot my displeasure with him for a minute and nodded. "Anything," the words said while I gave Blake the chance to hear us again.

"You two come get frappes with me and we shall discuss your living situation."

Avoiding the jib about where we were inhabiting, I stared at him confused. "What straight man drinks a frappe? Are you trying to tell us something, Navy?"

Blake shook his head and pointed to himself. "I like frappes, Rar-Rar."

Was everybody going to be against me today?

I groaned,"let me rephrase that what grown straight man likes frappes?"