Short story clip.

I never really wrote this out completely. It could have a lot more added to it. But I have so many Bane stories that I thought it might be high time I posted one. But the moral of the story is pretty much don't let your criminal teenage younger brother to babysit your baby.

Prompt: what does sunshine taste like?

The Babysitting Crook

“Agie, you can't leave me with that little horror!” Bane screeched, his eyes bulging. Agnes Wolershim stared at her younger brother, a frosty look in her eyes.

“If anyone is a little horror it is you!” she said coldly, “Now I expect this place to be all nice and tidy when I returned. You can watch a bit of television when Willy is asleep, but keep the noise down. When he wakes, don't forget to get him a snack and take him to the bathroom.” Bane made a face. His sister looked down her nose at him and frowned.

“Anythin' else?” Bane asked sullenly.

“Yeah, no friends over!” Agnes snapped.

“But Agi!” Bane whined, “Are ya tryin' to kill me?”

“A little real work won't kill you!” Agnes replied as she grabbed her purse.

“But I got a meetin' an' I do a lot of real work!” Ban yelled after her, “You're not my boss!”

“Remember to keep Willy entertained if you wake him up!” Agnes said in a more cheerful voice as she disappeared out the front door. Bane clapped a hand over his mouth and glanced at the sleeping form of his nephew in the playpen.

“Don't you dare wake up!” he whispered in a threatening voices. Almost as if Will could hear him and was planning on being contradictory, Willy opened his brown eyes wide and yawned.

“Bay, me needs mama.” he called. Bane backed away.

“Listen you little monster, just go back to sleep and stay sleeping until your mama gets home, then Bane'll buy you a great big ice cream cone!”

“Willy wants ice cweem now!” Willy said as he sat up and pulled himself to a standing position. Bane realized to late, that bringing up ice cream was really a bad idea.

“Well, Willy can't haf da ithe cweam until unca Bane thayth otha wyth!” Bane sneered.

“Ahem!” someone coughed. Bane froze, then turned around slowly. A tall broad shouldered young man with masses of wavy blond hair, and a younger boy with slick black hair, and a pale face were standing in the door staring at him. Bane licked his lips and gave a pained smile.

“How come you guys never knock?” he asked weakly.

“How come you were talking like a baby?” the boy asked.

“Yeah, why?” the man echoed. Bane stood up slowly, and wiped some perspiration off his face.

“What are you guys doing here?” he asked weakly. The two newcomers exchanged looks.

“We have work this afternoon.” the man said mildly.

“Henson, it's canceled!” Bane shrieked in an undignified high pitched voice.

“To late, the guys are already picking up the expert.” Henson said calmly.

“Yeah, so ditch the babe and come on.” the dark haired boy added.

“Marty, he's my nephew!” Bane moaned.

“So take him with us or leave him!” Marty said.

“But...” Bane began. Marty and Henson turned towards the door.

“Wut a ooty bity darlin' you is?” Marty said suddenly. Henson started to laugh. Bane's eyes narrowed.

Once they were gone, Bane turned towards his nephew with thoughts of murder in his mind. The toddler grabbed the side of his crib and started bouncing up and down.

“What does sunshine taste like, unca Bane?” he asked seriously.

“Your eyes fried on a skillet along with your tongue!” Bane snarled, “Now shut up, while I go wreck you mom's car.”