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☀️ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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Pierce knew Riddler was upset- he could feel it, even when he wasn't looking at him, feel the tense air around the handsome tom as he fixed large eyes upon his precious child, whose lovely features were blurred by his tears that he tried to blink away. The fact that she was here, standing right in front of him, was almost incomprehensible, and he was still struggling to process it. He’d known this day was coming since he’d forced himself to leave, but he hadn’t truly prepared himself for all of this- an angry Riddler, the bundle of nerves that was his daughter, the presence of another soon arriving behind him, one that was not his family, one whose presence usually would not have bothered him, though he couldn’t help the irritation he felt at her arrival. She was only doing as he would if he were in her shoes, but when he was this overwhelmed with this emotion, Natasha being there, speaking as if this were just any other joining, definitely didn’t please him.
Pierce could feel his throat constrict when he noticed Clementine’s hesitance, that she was resisting Riddler’s soft push in his direction. Did she not want to see him? He couldn’t really blame her - if he were in her position, he wouldn’t like himself much, either -, but the sight hurt, god how it hurt to see his little girl like this, and all because of him. He couldn’t stop his tears from falling, but he futilely attempted to dry his cheeks anyway as she stepped toward him, feeling his muscles tense. How could he do this to them- his family? It had all been in their best interest, but now that they were both here, it felt almost as if he had made the biggest mistake he could have. Surely, there was something else to have been done, but it was far too late for all that now.
”Hi, Daddy.”
It had been so, so long since he’d heard her sweet voice, the sound almost musical after all this time. All these months had past, and yet, she looked the same, she sounded the same- how? It was almost an alarming question, but one for later, he decided, once her small head had been tucked against his chest. Gently, Pierce wrapped his paws around her petite form, placing a gentle kiss atop the young girl’s head. "Don’t cry, my love," he murmured into her fur, his ears swiveling in Riddlersgame and Natasha’s direction as he heard the tabby address her- before he even said one word to Pierce. The serval couldn’t decide how that made him feel; relieved, angry, jealous, even? Biting his lip, he turned his attention away from the older tabby, focusing back on the little girl before him, the only one, he decided, that really mattered at the moment. "Never, Clem," Pierce told her. "I promise." Was it a promise he could keep? Unless history miraculously repeated itself exactly as it had before, he’d make sure of it.
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Pierce could feel his throat constrict when he noticed Clementine’s hesitance, that she was resisting Riddler’s soft push in his direction. Did she not want to see him? He couldn’t really blame her - if he were in her position, he wouldn’t like himself much, either -, but the sight hurt, god how it hurt to see his little girl like this, and all because of him. He couldn’t stop his tears from falling, but he futilely attempted to dry his cheeks anyway as she stepped toward him, feeling his muscles tense. How could he do this to them- his family? It had all been in their best interest, but now that they were both here, it felt almost as if he had made the biggest mistake he could have. Surely, there was something else to have been done, but it was far too late for all that now.
”Hi, Daddy.”
It had been so, so long since he’d heard her sweet voice, the sound almost musical after all this time. All these months had past, and yet, she looked the same, she sounded the same- how? It was almost an alarming question, but one for later, he decided, once her small head had been tucked against his chest. Gently, Pierce wrapped his paws around her petite form, placing a gentle kiss atop the young girl’s head. "Don’t cry, my love," he murmured into her fur, his ears swiveling in Riddlersgame and Natasha’s direction as he heard the tabby address her- before he even said one word to Pierce. The serval couldn’t decide how that made him feel; relieved, angry, jealous, even? Biting his lip, he turned his attention away from the older tabby, focusing back on the little girl before him, the only one, he decided, that really mattered at the moment. "Never, Clem," Pierce told her. "I promise." Was it a promise he could keep? Unless history miraculously repeated itself exactly as it had before, he’d make sure of it.
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