The door slammed open, banging against the wall as the police force moved in. "HANDS UP!" they yelled as an older woman with grey hair turned, eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a smile. "Oh, are you Jer-Bear's friends?" she asked with laughter. "Don't you all look so cute. Have you been playing in the back all day?"
The officers looked to each other in confusion. Playing? She hardly seemed frightened of all the uniformed officers.
"That's right mamma" A tired voice said from the side door. The thief leaned against it, a hand against his side where a red stain was visible. "We were playing cops and robbers." He smirked to the officers briefly moving his hands in a 'stand down' gesture, before he moved to his mother. "But we got hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Of course Jer-Bear, I just finished making these sandwiches."
"You're an angel like always mamma. Thanks." He said with a smile, leading her to the living room to sit. "We'll eat in the kitchen, why don't you get to your favorite show, it should be on soon right?"
She gasped, hands going to her mouth. "Oh you're right! I can't believe I almost missed it." She sat down willingly enough eyes already glued to the TV as he turned on the DVR.
A glance to his mom, the thief returned to the kitchen, his smile fading as his hand once again went to his injured side. "Mind if we take this outside guys?" He asked, grabbing a sandwich off the counter and biting into it. "I'd rather not mess up the kitchen."
His main rival stepped forward with a frown. "Is...your mom alright?" He asked.
The thief shook his head. "She's as fine as she can be." He said simply. He grinned though there was no happiness to it. "She'll always think I'm nine no matter how old I get." He jerked his head to the door. "Come on then, let's go 'play' some more." He darted outside into the darkness.
-Inspiration from a conversation about parents getting dementia.
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