David Stark - A Young Man (Time Skip)

[This story takes place in a timeskip future from the conclusion of the Walter Stark Story. If you haven't read the rest of Walter's story (which is ongoing still as of this writing) somethings that get referenced my contain "spoiler/hints" but I shall endevor to keep them to a minimum but make no guarantees.]

David Stark stepped out of the backroom of his business holding a young womans hand and patting it reassuringly. "He's right over here. Nothing to be nervous about, Kara," he told the the impressively stauesque asian woman as he led her to her owner. He stopped and after giving her hand a squeeze he let go to present her. "Mr Edward's the fusion was a success and we have a stable creation of your custom character. May I present to you Ms Kara Wong."

Mr Edward's looked impressed. She was more or less as he'd pictured a fusion of Ada Wong and Supergirl would look. Strong, graceful and with an incredible body in her Supergirl ispired version of her outfit... but when he looked into her asian face and meet her kryptonian blue eyes his own eyes lit up with delight! "She's perfect!" He breathed.

Dave smiled and said, "I'm glad you're pleased." This was his favorite part of the job! Seeing his customers happy faces was good... seeing them fall in love with his creations was even better! Mr Edwards was clearly infatuated, barely listening to him as he gave him a run down of Ms Wong's statistics and particulars and handed him her file containing all the same information, as he fawned over Kara and Kara seemed to be blushing.

Mr Edwards shook his hand enthusiasticly thanking him after finalizing his payment. He was a good customer and his screening and consultations had revealed not just his preferences and desires for his custom job but a fair few things about what kind of owner he'd likely be. That was what they did here after all. Tailor custom jobs to a clients particular needs and desires trying for an ideal match. He and his small staff walked them to the door and waved watching them leave.

It was just another day at work at Custom Character Creations. David smiled. He liked being a entrepreneur and being his own man. Not that he didn't love his family but his father cast a huge shadow. He sighed.

(("Something wrong, Dave?"))

He shrugged. "He thanked us and "3S". I know I shouldn't let it bother me, Pepper... but it's still annoying."

(("Well he most likely didn't mean anything by it, Dave. Comparisons are bound to be inevitable after all. Try not to let it bother you so much when they do or call your business "3C" so much."))

David Stark nodded. "You're right of course... I suppose I still have a lot of growing up to do after all. What's next on today's agenda, Pepper?"

(("I hesitate to mention it now considering your mood but "3S" is, Dave."))

He groaned getting a cup of coffee and heading back to his office. "What does my father want for his not so private army now? He's been on a Wonder Woman thing lately... Another Wonder Hulk or more Wonder Widows again?" He seated himself behind his desk, put his glasses on and turned on his heads up displays as his AI Pepper, a virtually atractuve young redheaded woman, started showing him the relevant information of his fathers latest ludicrous requests.

(("No Wonder Woman fusions or at least not yet. This time it appears that he wants a combination of Scarlet Witch and She-Hulk for starters followed by a fusion of a..."))

Dave's eyes go wide and he sank his head into his hands as the insane requests for a "Scarlet Spider-Woman", "Spider-Super-Saiyan", "Kryptoian Super Saiyan Woman" and Pepper had spoken too soon as a request was just added for a "Wonder Wanda" and "Wonder Thor" and "Wonder America" fusions to the list. "Dad's been into his comicbooks and anime again, I see. No "Wonder-Spider" or "Widow-Spider", yet?"

(("Shall I inquire-"))

"No!" He said quickly. "Absolutely not! He does know that we don't just pop them in a blender over here? We try to create a harmonious balances with the fusion and mod work we do. If he just wants them mashed together he can take it to some backalley butchershop-"

"Don't be a whiny baby!" There's a buzz of wings and Tink flutters in with her own tiny coffee cup. "You know that's your problem, right? You know how he treats characters and he supports your bullshit "artistic sensibility" approach. He's excitedly trying to give you support and business and he never complains though you always prioritize his orders last which is highly unprofessional and you don't fucking do that with anyother clients. You need to stop being a little boo hoo bitch about stuff, rich boy and appreciate."

Dave sighed. "I know. He cares. You're right as usual, Tink."

Tink smirked and crossed her legs. "And don't you fucking forget it!"

Dave smiled and watched her. Tink had been his first character. He'd grown up with her. His dad and moms had even gotten her a growth charm mod when he'd started getting bigger so she could change her size when she wanted too. It wasn't unusual for people to get their kids play characters to grow up with. It depended from home to home but they were either toys or pets usually. Most people outgrew their first characters but some became extremely attached and shared lifelong bonds... and in his home no characters were ever treated as toys or pets. Period.

Tink was his best friend, his voice of reason/disreason and so much more. She'd always been there for him and he would always be there for her... especially after she'd changed.

It had happened one night. Tinkerbell had taken his growing up kind of hard as he'd gotten older. His "butthead" years as his family referred to those angsty teen times. They weren't wrong. He'd finally gotten his second character. Maybe it was that she suddenly had to share her Master and playmate? Or his growing up? Or that kids at school teased him about his "fairy dolly"? Dispite his reassurances she'd been troubled. She'd gotten into the restricted section and something... happened.

His dad and moms had worked hard to save her as the others comforted him. He'd been so upset feeling like it had all been his fault. He sat by her crying and that's when she'd reawakened. Her hair was black, her skin paler. "Crybaby," she'd said touching his cheek and gone back to sleeping.

His father had been furious... with him. "She's your responsibility. So you have to do right by her. You have to do better otherwise you don't deserve her."

He wasn't wrong. He'd sworn to Tinkerbell they'd always be together from then on and meant it... because he loved her.

According to his mom that was what had saved her. It would be nice if that was true.

But she was changed by the experience. She liked "dark" things. Went through little Emo/goth/punk phases that never really went away... and truth be told he didn't want them to! So she was different now? So what! She still meant everything to him!

When those kids had later teased him about his broken and damaged "toy dolly" and how he should get her "reset" and then grabbed her to "throw her out"... he'd lost his head and attacked them.

He thought his father would be mad. It had gotten really out of hand and he was expelled... and for good reason looking back. But his father had taken him for ice-cream though instead like he did when he was little. He told him he'd done the right thing and was "proud of him" and that he was becoming a man.

So he supported her changes. He'd actually found them fascinating and probably was a large reason he did the work he did. A different approach to his fathers business and way of thinking too.

She wanted to be called "Tink". She liked wearing dark make-up. She had gotten into piercings and had a fair few of them. She liked wearing less "Spring/Summer" colors and her wardrobe preferences were definitely "Autumn/Winter" now.

Today she was wearing her usual favorite everyday outfit now. A deep red, like today, or a black version of her "classic" dress. She'd paired it with red shoes and dark thigh high stockings, fishnet gloves and a red tag on her black collar. She put her knee up sitting on the corner of his desk giving him a flash of her black thong as she pulled out a cigarette.

"I wish you wouldn't smoke in the office," he said watching her light up after putting it to her black lipstick lips.

She had seen him watching her and smiled saucily. "I wish you'd stop fucking nagging me about it. You let the customers do it. Besides," she licked her lips. "You like it when I'm "bad"."

She also had a potty mouth... and she wasn't wrong. He swallowed looking away. "We're at work. Let's try to keep it professional, ok?" He lifted his coffee cup up for a drink and mostly finished it but before he could set it down she flitted up and perched on the rim.

"Is that what you want?" She asked taking a drag. "To be "professional"? Or do you want a smoke break?" She held up the tiny cigarette to his lips. "You're a sometime smoker too... or maybe you want..." she spread her legs deliberately giving him a show. "... a different kind of break?"

There's a knock at the open door as Harley Quinn says, "You "bugging" the boss again, "pest"?"

(("Your next appointment is ready, Dave."))

[ David Stark Pepper Tinkerbell and Harley Quinn

Will Return In

A Day at the Office

Coming Soon]