Clark and Kon start getting annoyed because everytime they try to talk to Fem!Tim Casey is there, like glaring at them as he wraps his arms around his lil sister. And Bruce just shrugs and says Casey(Mas!Cass) is protective.
Kon would have the biggest damn crush on her, sending her flowers and giving her chocolate in secret. And Clark would try to have some daddy/daughter bonding time. But whenever one of them tries to get close to Fem!Tim, Mas!Cass pops out of no where and gives them a whole bunch of creepy vibes.
The one about Mas!cass and lil sister timmy for the drabble please.
I’m going off of this one.6 Drabbles left~
Trisha cried in his mama’s arms, her shoulders trembling. Carissa gently rubbed her daughters back while rocking her to one side. Trisha’s other mama, Bria, sat on the other side of Trisha, glaring at the principle.
"I hope you’re happy with your decision. Sexual assault on my daughter and all you’re doing is giving him 2 days ISS. The justice system really has gone downhill." She stood up from her chair and tugged on Carissa to stand up as well along with their crying daughter.
Carissa glared at the blushing principle. “Lets go, sweetheart.” Carissa said in a hushed tone. Trisha nodded and let go of her mother and leaned against her arm. Her face was splotchy red with puffy eyes and wet cheeks. She breathed hard through her nose, the injustice still settling in her.
Bria wrapped an arm around Trisha’s shoulders, her hand touching Carissa’s shoulder. They walked out together with Bria slamming the door shut.
"I can’t believe he’s only getting 2 ISS days," Trisha mumbled under her breath as her bottom lip started to tremble. Carissa gently patted her hair in comfort.
"It’s okay, baby. We’re here." She said as she left the office building and walked outside the school building.
Trisha kept her head down as she walked out. The sun was very bright on this particular day. The sky was clear with chirping birds. It wasn’t hot or cold, just perfect but not perfect for Trisha.
They walked in silence across the bus loop and into the median. Bria’s car was sitting in the parking spot on the far left corner where the median stops the bus loop becoming larger.
"I hope karma really does exist." Bria whispered to herself, full knowledge that Carissa could hear her.
Just then a loud scream was heard from across the parking lot. The group turned their heads toward the scream. The parking lot was mostly empty being it was after school and everyone was gone so the threesome had a perfect view of the catastrophe.
The teenage boy they were just in a meeting with was on his knees crying and shouting. In front of him was a 2010 Ford F-150 truck or what was left of it. All four tires were slashed, leaving the car immobile. The hood of the car was open with several parts missing such as the alarm and the hood was smashed to one side so even if he did close the hood, only half of it would be covered. The front window was cracked and the back was broken right through. Several slashes decorated the trucks sides and front. The head lights were smashed in.
What really made it was the large black letters on the side of the car that said Douchebag.
Carissa looked over to Bria and chuckled. “You were saying?”
Trisha looked up at the chaos and couldn’t help but smile. He deserved every bit of that. They watched as the boy broke down again about his car before crying over the open engine.
They turned back around to their car, a sense of twisted justice blooming in their chests.
The back door open to reveal a snickering Casey playing on his phone.
"Hey, Trisha. How’d it go?" He asked putting away his phone. His communication skills were improving rapidly once he found someone to talk to continuously.
"Horrible." She said before leaving her mother’s embrace and hugged her older brother and kissed him on the cheek. "You did that, didn’t you?"
"Whatever are you talking about." He asked with a hint of sarcasm. She let go of him and sat down next to him and buckled up. Carissa rubbed his hair and placed a kiss on his cheek and went to the passenger seat of the car.
Bria smiled and gave her son multiple kisses on the cheek, forehead, top of head, and nose. “I love you, so much!” She reached in her pocket and casually slipped him a fifty and kissed his head again.
She got in the drivers seat and gripped the wheel.
"This causes for celebration!" She stepped on the gas and they were on their way to whatever restaurant Trisha and Casey wanted to go to.
