icebergloungers | Got A Clue

"Thank you, Eddie." She took the glass of water and smiled softly at Edward before she took a sip, using both hands to grip the glass firm so it didn't spill. "I'm five, and six months. Six months is half a year so I'm basically six." Stephanie knew that she was getting bigger, her mom cried about it sometimes and sometimes, she yelled at her to grow faster - it was so confusing. "Why are you here, Eddie? What's the surprise?"

She wasn't sure what it was but it couldn't be a birthday party or christmas. "Is it a puppy?"

"Five and a half years, yes? Wow, that's very impressive." Edward's mind was working. Of course it was. And since it was going to do that anyway, he tried to distract himself by talking to her and by walking back into the living room, starting a more focused search. "Well, Stephanie, to tell you the truth? I'm not really very fond of your father. I find him quite annoying. So my surprise will be to play a little trick on him, you see? That's why it has to be our secret. But he's a bit of a bas--"

Hm. "Butthead, isn't he? I think he deserves a bad surprise."

"He is a butthead... but if you upset him, he gets mad! He hits and he locks you in the scary closet. You don't wanna go in there, Eddie. It's dark and there's monsters." Stephanie warned Edward as she followed him, trailing behind like a duckling. She didn't have any idea what was going on but Eddie seemed nice so she wanted to protect him. Eddie was handsome and smelled good so he was the best boy she knew. "You have to be careful. If you do it then you can't stick around long."

She stood still and looked around, as if she could find what Edward wanted to find. "What do you need? I can help. I'm a good finder."

"Oh, I'm sure you could. You seem a lot smarter than him." His mind kept working away and Edward reached out, running a hand through her hair. "But I don't want to get you into trouble, sweetheart, do I? Best leave it to me. I can deal with your father being mad at me."

The very last thing he was concerned with was whether the Cluemaster would have a grudge against him. Because, duh. He was a superior version of anything that man could even inspire to be. However, his heart had started beating faster listening to her. Her perspective of her father was a very different one, reminiscent of things he didn't want to know about. "A father's child, a mother's child... Who are you, Stephanie, hm?"

Edward looked at her thoughtfully, inspecting her face. Damn. He reached into his inside pocket and got a pen out, handing it to her. "Do you see that little button on the side? That turns on a light. It's like a hidden flashlight. Very helpful against closet monsters."

"Woah, that's cool. Can I see it?" She waited for the go-ahead before taking it and pointing the light around the room, eyes wide with wonder. Well, this was the first fun thing she'd gotten to play with in a while. She could go exploring with this? Exploring things that weren't scary. At first. One day, she could conquer the closet and defeat the monsters. "I could also use it at night. When the lights go all off, it gets so scary. Especially when no one else is home. Sometimes the power just goes off!"

It was the Narrows, power was not consistent and some villain was usually doing something, blackouts were just too common here. "Do you ever get scared when all the lights go out?"

"Yes, of course. It is smart, you know? Being scared of the dark just means that you consider possibilities. It means you have an active mind. If you weren't scared of the dark at all, chances are you'd be a dumb-dumb." Edward had finally found the computer he'd been looking for, so he settled down on the ground and plugged in the device he'd brought along, the used his phone to actually access the data, circumventing any potential security measures.

Looking at her again, he smiled, propping his head up on the arm he had slung around his knee. "You can keep the pen, Stephanie. It's my present to you. For your five and a half birthday."

"Really? Woah! Thank you!" Stephanie giggled as she rushed around the room, finding any dark corner to shine the light and forgetting all about how late it was or that she should probably be in bed. She eventually sat on the living room floor, turning the pen on and off as she wanted Eddie type super fast on the computer and click on all kinds of stuff. "Dad doesn't get on with the computer. He says it's a fad." She wasn't sure what that meant but he said it when angry and trying to make it do things.

"Are you going to play a prank on his computer? Are you gonna change his pictures or... make his computer reaaaaaally loud." All funny pranks, all rich material to play with.

"All excellent ideas," Edward agreed with her, before handing his phone over to the girl. "You see that blue bar on the bottom? Tell me when that is full, yes? You can be my assistant." And it would give her something to do where she couldn't do any damage. "Your father is very small-minded. Computers, the internet, that is the future. That is the way to understand the world, to control things. If you can use the internet to your advantage, you can do whatever you want. Do you understand?"

"I guess. I don't think I can control this world though, it's too big. I think it'd be exhausting. It's a lot of responsibility. I'm not ready for a lot of that yet." Stephanie answers seriously as she considered the idea of being that strong, of controlling and understanding all the things. Seemed like a headache, she wasn't sure if she wanted to do it. "I recently learned how to make a sandwich. It's really easy. I made a PB and J and then I cut off the crusts. I eat the crusts but it's fun to cut them off cause everyone else does."

She looked down at the device and then finally, the bar filled along. "It's all blue!"

"You don't have to worry about controlling anything yet, you are right. You should just focus on sandwich making." This little girl was, admittedly, adorable, Edward wasn't going to pretend differently. However, that cuteness was beside the point. There was more to it. "Thank you!"

He reached for the phone and looked at the screen, tapping a bit to get the right options and smiling a satisfied smile. "Almost done. Stephanie, do you have your own hairbrush? You have such pretty hair, I'd like to brush it for you."

Honestly, he really would. It looked a mess and she could be so much prettier. However, he also just needed some of her DNA.

"It's really long, huh?" It was getting very wild and out of control, that was what happened when no one took care of it and it just ended up tangled and sticking out everywhere. She didn't mind it, she didn't have that ability to grasp it wasn't amazingly taken care of yet. She got up onto her feet and walked over to Edward, holding out to her hand with such earnest trust. "I have a brush in my room, do you wanna see my room? It's nice, I decorated it myself."

She had covered the wall in all of her drawings and that had helped to bring some cheer to an otherwise dull little room.

"I'd love to see it, sweetheart." Edward took her hand and got to his feet, mostly hoping he could get out of here soon and have a very hot bath and get all his clothes washed. However, it did leave that strange feeling in his gut, thinking about Stephanie staying here. And not just because this place was a shithole. "You are a little artist, aren't you? Would you look at that."

He didn't have to fake his enthusiasm for her drawing, he could see the early signs of talent right there. For her age, that was a lot of colour coordination and an eye for design, he could tell. "Is that your brush?" He picked it up from her bed, holding it up with a smile. "Sit down on the bed, all right?"

This kid was too trusting, it suddenly occurred to him. Not a bad thing in his case, but in general? She lived in the Narrows for crying out loud!

"I like to draw. I can draw you! I can give it to you next time I see you." She wasn't sure if she would see him again but it would be nice. He was a nice man who was getting her water and gave her a present - he was very happy to trust him. He was way nicer than her own parents. Sitting on her bed, she bounced a little and turned with her back to Edward - yeah, no, way too trusting.

"Brush it really gentle cause it hurts a lot sometimes." It pulled and the hair got stuck, she didn't want Eddie to hurt her but she did want her hair to be all pretty. If she was a pretty princess then Edward would want to come back and hang with her again. Who didn't like princesses?

"Will you come back?"

"I will come back." Edward brushed her hair carefully, thanking the experience he had gathered over the years, such as when brushing his sister's or Echo's hair. Stephanie's hair was a tangled mess, but he made sure not to pull too hard and slowly it became silky and shiny, the way it should be. "When I come next time, I'll bring another present. Do you have any wish?"

He really wanted to teach her a lesson about distrusting strangers, but - given circumstances - that would be counterproductive.

"I want... an alien baseball hat." Yes, she was making that up but she did want one. She honestly felt like she needed more hats, it was hard to play pretend without more costumes. It was hard to show she wasn't herself if she didn't have a fun hat or outfit. Or both, why not both? She hummed to herself as she thought it over, just debating potential hats. "Or like a war helmet from mars! Or a cowboy hat!"

All great hats. She smiled to herself excitedly. "Why do you wanna bring me presents? It's not my birthday."

"There's always a reason to get presents, don't you think?" Edward smiled and then leaned forward, propping his chin on her shoulder and pulling out his phone so he could take a picture of the two of them. That should help him with his analysis while he waited for the test results. "Look, you look like a princess now. Shiny hair."

He gently ran a hand over her head, down her hair. "So pretty. You are bright inside and out now."

"Are you like... are you a fairy Godmother? But a boy?" She wasn't sure what was happening but he wasn't scary, he was a thug and he was helping her look all pretty like a princess. So was he magic or was she just really lucky? She turned around so she could look at Edward and climbed up onto her knees so she could touch Edward's hair. It was kinda tough from gel but pretty soft and nice.

"You have pretty fairy hair so maybe you are a fairy." Science. 100% science.

"Not the first time I've been called a fairy." Although definitely the first time it was with such sincerity and that sweet a smile. "But I'm afraid there's nothing magical about me. I'm--" He should probably steer clear of 'Riddler', in case she was scared of the big name rogues, as he hoped she was. Although apparently there were some basic survival lessons she had missed out on. "I'm just a friend, yes? To you. Not to your parents. And it's a secret, remember?"

"I won't tell. Do you have to leave now? Dad comes back late and he'll be mad if you're here. I don't want you to get hit so you should be careful." Stephanie explained as she crawled up her bed and flopped down, not really tired but definitely very aware that her dad could come home and then it'd all be bad. She didn't want her fun time with the fairy to end on a bad note. "When you come back, be careful and make sure dad isn't home. You can knock first, I'll tell you if you can or not." Somehow.

She wasn't sure but she was ready to run to the door and open it for ... someone she could magically predict was Edward. Oh yes, she was really lacking in proper Narrows etiquette, her father had done a poor job.

"No, no, no, Stephanie!" He was getting anxiety here. She had no survival instincts. "You don't open the door for anyone when you are alone, all right? Ever. Anyway, I can let myself in. And I'll know when it is safe to come. I always know everything I need to know."

And if she wanted to believe he was magical, what harm could that too? Edward packed away the hair he'd taken, then gently petted her hair. "Close your eyes and sleep well. What is it that no one's seen yet, but always is to be? You'll see me again then."

"Mom tells me to just open the damn door..." Especially when it was knocking loud and she didn't want to get out of bed. She didn't know that she wasn't supposed to. She curled into herself and smiled at Edward, hoping she didn't upset him too much. "I'll be really careful. I'll only open the door if mom tells me to, I promise."

She would be a good kid, she would make sure that she was worthy of her fairy Godfather. Maybe then she could get away from her dumb dad.

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