“Were home! Conrad, you let us again!” Bassdrop yelled into the base, his hand not even off the door before he was already pronouncing himself to the house. Connie flinched, on instinct he reached out and punched the taller man in the arm.
“Ow, what was-”
“Headache, remember?”
“O-Oh yeah, sorry.” Bassdrop lowered his voice, his eyes planted on Connie’s multi-colored ones. Connie gave a sheepish shrug, he shouldn’t have snapped but he could only handle so much talking.
Connie ducked under the lanky arms, hands in his pockets as he walked calming into the base. His shoulders relaxed, he felt himself relax. The base always calms him down after a horrible mission, or something else that seems to happen in his secret-identities life.
Even though they knew each other as villains, they have never seen each other’s secret-identities. Connie liked it that way, the secrecy made him feel safer. He’ll never know if a hero could just burst into their hideout to see them on the couch with their mask’s off. He could get arrested and found out on the street. He liked, no, loved to keep his secret-identity a secret.
“Busal? Bassdrop? Where have you two been?” Conrad said softly, his voice waving from the small kitchen they had. Even though they never had the time to cook, it was still nice to have something in case they were forced to cook.
“Yeah! You left us to the heroes again! Busal’s sad because he’s hungry!” Bassdrop offered, running to the kitchen.
Connie just slowly walked to the kitchen, hearing their voices rise as they began to fight over what happened and what kind of pizza they wanted.
The kitchen was small, but enough for two giants to hang out and talk. They had everything that a normal kitchen had, on Conrad’s request, including: Pots, pans, bowls, cereal, utensils, everything a normal kitchen should have.
Connie sulked over to one of the kitchen stools, not even bothering to sit he just laid on the stool. Wincing as the pain bloomed over his body, squirming slightly he rested on his belly on the stool and felt calm. Letting his legs and arms hang off the stool, he was short enough that he could fit his entire body on top of the stool; something he was not proud of.
“I’ll just get plain if you continue to pout like a child Bass.” Conrad was all but stern, Connie swore that the man was basically a parent to them; it was a good thing though.
Connie could see, and hear, Bassdrop leave the kitchen. Leaving Connie and Conrad to talk among themselves, something that they both knew they didn’t want to. So, Conrad saved this moment to call their trusty pizza company.
Connie thought it was sad that a pizza company knew them like the back of their hands.
Conrad with his plain pizza if Bassdrop, or even himself, got into a fight. Bassdrop’s extravagant order of extra cheese, pepperoni, stuffed crust, and mushrooms. The twins constant nagging over just having wings, and Connie with his extra bacon, stuffed crust, and a side of BBQ wings. And it was sad that the pizza boy knew where their hide-out was.
“So... Busal. How did the plan go?” Connie had to stop himself from ranting to Conrad, the only reason saving Conrad from his wrath was how sad and frustrated the man sounded.
“Well, you saw for yourself- ow.” Connie adjusted himself to sit on the stool right, crisscross-applesauce style. Completing the look of a child, but he didn’t bother lifted his head up from staring at the ground.
“Hero’s came in, me and Bassdrop had to use what we have been practicing on, then had to walk like ten miles to get back here. So, I’m pretty sure that the plan fuckin’ sucked my dude.” He didn’t hold anything back, his voice dripping with venom and frustration.
He didn’t need to see Conrad to know that the man flinched at his tone, even if the man was bigger and acted like a mom, he knew not to mess with him when he was mad. Conrad had the full few of Connie’s powers to know that he had to be careful with him.
“Well...I ordered pizza?” Connie couldn’t believe that was all he could offer to him, “And it’s almost noon, so I guess you can sleep at the base?”
Connie rolled his eyes, scooting to get off the stool, he shrugged. “Maybe later, I need to go back to my apartment.”
“Why didn’t you just walk to your apartment instead of coming here?” Conrad offered, Connie watched Conrad walk out of the kitchen, no doubt, a shocked expression on his face.
Why didn’t he just walk to his apartment? He could have just walked there.
“Well I had Bassdrop! I can’t walk to my apartment with Bassdrop!” Connie retorted, a faint blush on his cheeks as his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. Maybe all the abuse to his throat was finally having its effect on him.
“Excuses, excuses.” Conrad stated, already making himself at home in his favorite leather chair, the TV on and playing a random documentary that Connie could care less about.
Connie glared at the invisible man before heading towards one of the bathrooms. They kept random clothing in one of the bathrooms just in case their costumes needed repair, the clothing itself was comfy and loose. The choices of clothing consisted of sweats, hoodies, shirts, shorts, and even slippers and socks.
Connie slammed the bathroom shut, locking the door. A few times, more than once, had Bassdrop or one of the twins opened the door without checking to see if anybody was in it.
Kneeling he opened a covert finding all the clothing neatly folded and organized, only Conrad did that, he was a total clean freak sometimes.
Carefully Connie picked out a large band t-shirt, the letters long since washed out, a pair of black sweats, and a red oversized hoodie.
Taking off his outfit, which he had thrown on the ground; knowing that Conrad would pick it up later and clean it for him. He starred in the mirror, a rare thing he barely does.
The person that stared back at him was a horrid sight to him, for all Connie could see was a tiny, tired and battered child. Reminding him of his childhood.
He was small, smaller than a normal man. His large eyes traced his thin but built body, if you looked long enough. Scars littered his body like a puzzle, his tan not matching all the new bruises that littered his body.
Sighing Connie stuffed himself in the clothing, leaving the muzzle to cover his lower face as he knelt to the covert again, cursing lightly at himself when he couldn’t find the little container.
Stalking towards the door he unlocked it and poked his head out, calling out for the two: “Bassdrop? Conrad? Have you seen me contacts?”
A few seconds later a rushed Bassdrop yelled to him, he was probably in the game room because he sounded distracted. “No!”
“You should keep an eye on them Busal!” Conrad’s voice rang over the TV, his voice all knowing. “They are in the other bathroom where you left them!”
Muttering a harsh thanks, Connie ran towards the bathroom. One hand holding onto the straps of his sweats and another hand reaching for the door knob.
Finding the contact holder, he slowly placed them on his pupils. Even though he had been putting contacts in his eyes for years, there was always a stupid fear of getting the contact stuck in his eye forever, or even accidently poking his own eyeball out.
Blinking furiously, he looked in the mirror, his black left eye covered with a brown-plain contact, his electric blue eye covered with the same color. He brushed his wild bangs out of his face, he never kept his hair tight and clean, the most he ever styled was maybe when Conrad brushed his hair.
Now it would be simple for a villain to keep their hair short, in case a fight happened they didn’t want their hair getting in the way. But he and like most of his other teammates kept their hair wild, some tied back.
His hair was shaved on the sides and back, a little lightning bolt shaved on each side. At the time he thought it looked cool, but now looking in the mirror he saw that it looked completely dumb. His hair was just a dollop of floof and wild curls of caramel and chocolate brown colors.
A loud ding broke Connie away from the mirror, jumping enough to drop his contact case on the ground.
“Busal! The door!”
“Busal? May you get the door please? I believe that is our pizza.”
“Why do I have to do it?” But he walked towards the door anyways, huffing a breath he opened the door.
With a little wave the person spoke. “Hey Busal! I have Conrad’s pizza, I’m sorry I was a little late.” Connie nodded slightly, holding out his arm for the box. He would have manners, but the smell of pizza was overtaking his thoughts.
“Rough day?” The kid asked politely, Connie didn’t know if he should be grateful for the kids attitude, or pity him because he had to deal with his teammates being assholes on a regular basis.
“Guess you can say that; did it appear in the news yet?” Connie took the hot steaming box, turning away from the kid and the door. As he walked towards the kitchen, he heard the door shut and the scuffs of shoes follow behind him.
Connie wouldn’t even be surprised if the kid even knew his way around the base at this point, he wouldn’t be impressed if the kid did. With the amount of pizza, they buy daily.
“Nope not yet! You guys sure did make a ruckus though, with the bank losing half the front of the wall, and an apartment building also having a hole in its wall. But I’m pretty sure it will make the news!” The kids optimistic talking was hurting Connie, fueling the headache he thought disappeared.
“Is that Berry! Hi Berry!” Connie looked over to the game room to see the mop of hair pop out of the room, Bassdrop already took off his costume. Wearing sweats and the same washed out band t, his mop of bleached hair, which was dyed purple today, was freed from its hood and headphones.
“Hey Bass. Pizza’s here.” Berry, Berry was his name. Connie almost kept forgetting the kids name, he was used to calling Berry, kid sometimes.
“I know!”
“Anyways, Busal. Nice to see you out of your costume, I should probably go.” Berry started walking towards the exit, avoiding the carpet that lined the living room with great care.
“Hey Berry,” Connie walked behind him, Berry pausing slightly to turn around, he jumped slightly only to calm down. “I need a ride.”
Berry nodded, walking out. Connie followed him, hopping into the passenger seat right after he slammed the door. Connie didn’t have a lot of time to always call shotgun whenever Conrad drives them. He knew better than to try and call it.
Getting into the car Berry pulled out of their driveway, already driving before Connie could even say where to. “Regular place?”
“Yup...You got an Advil?” Connie stared out the window.
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