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The Missing Component (Part 18)

Neglected!hijabi!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

After the mess with the reporters and the overly bright dude, you figured it was time to finally go paintballing.

"Nice! Paintballing, like I wanted!" Spark cheered.

"We might be here to visit Alfred, but we don't have to spend all day over there," you said. "My girls should have fun."

"Damn right we should!" Spirit laughed, and you guys set off for a spot called Paintball Paradise.

Unbeknownst to all of you, you were still being watched as you got tagged multiple times during paintball. "She looks so happy," Dick said, watching from the hacked security cameras. "Why can't she look at us that way?"

"She never looked at us that way," Stephanie said. "I didn't know she liked paintballing."

You hit IRIS in the middle of her forehead, making the family wince. "Or that she was such a good shot," Damian said. "She keeps hitting her oldest daughter in the head over and over again."

"Wait . . . over and over again?" Stephanie looked down at the lower third. "This footage is looped! Somebody tipped her off to our surveillance!"

"But who told her?" Dick asked. "We haven't even gotten a chance to talk!"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Stephanie said. "Until then, we need to find something that will bring her and her daughters to us."

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Yall are making slurs and being racist to a group of people that doesn't even exist yet (robots). Unbelievable how frothing at the mouth you are to have an acceptable target, no wonder there's no much prejudice in this world if you people are like this!

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The Missing Component (Part 17)

Neglected!hijabi!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

During another midnight patrol, Spark sent Spirit to Wayne Manor to do some more investigating. "Something has to explain why they use so much electricity in that house," Spark said. "And you're the smart twin."

Spirit groaned. "For the last time, I'm not the smart twin. We have the same IQ. You just say more dumb stuff."

"I'd probably say less dumb stuff if I was the smart twin."

It took a truly herculean amount of effort for Spirit to not slap her twin sister. "OK, I'm leaving before I get mad and wake anybody up," she said.

"You guys are going to be sold for scrap metal if one of you doesn't go on patrol," IRIS hissed.

Spirit flew towards Wayne Manor, scanning for irregularities. "Those creeps better not be going near my mother," she muttered. "And what stuff could be going on in their basement? Is that where Damian gets his gadgets from?"

Spirit watched and made notes of the superheroes she saw coming out of the house. Orphan. Spoiler. Red Hood. Batman. Robin. Nightwing.

"Mom comes from a family of superheroes," Spirit said to herself. "This would be a lot cooler if they hadn't hurt her and treated her badly." All that was left was to match superhero identities to family members. Stephanie was Spoiler. Robin was Damian. And Batman was Bruce Wayne, your dad and easily the worst grandpa ever.

"Now to see what the hell they're doing over there," Spirit said, hovering close to the house. She cloaked herself when Barbara came out.

"Who's there?" she asked the sky, as Spirit stayed hidden. "Must have been a critter." She went inside, unaware that she had a visitor.

Damn, this place is huge, Spirit thought to herself, broadcasting her feed to her twin. This must be their base of operations.

"What a wonderful day to have the Batcave to myself," Barbara said. "Oh, who am I even talking to? Nobody's here."

Spirit floated around in drone form (still cloaked), looking at all the controls with a sweeping camera gaze. "All of these people would be sitting ducks without the all-seeing Oracle," Barbara scoffed.

"Good evening, Miss Gordon," an old man in a suit said, walking towards her with a thermos. That had to be Alfred. Spirit darted out of the Batcave and towards freedom without looking back once.

"OK, I found out some pretty interesting stuff while I was out," Spirit said. "Mom's jerk relatives have secret lives as superheroes, and the huge electrical output is their superhero hideout!"

"Damn it. I was hoping the heroes were blackmailing them into handing over their house," Spark groaned.

Spirit looked at her sister with confusion. "Why?"

"They're jerks," Spark supplied.

"Fair point." Spirit continued on. "Anyway, if they're the superheroes of Gotham, then the stakes just got higher. The worst people to have powers and gadgets have powers and gadgets."

"That doesn't mean we can't do anything," IRIS said. "We have weapons of our own, and self-defence training. We're going to get our mom away from them if it's the last thing we do."

"It's still three robots versus a super-rich, super-crazy family that is armed to the teeth," Spark pointed out.

IRIS looked at Andromeda, blissfully in sleep mode. "Four robots, Spark. You miscounted."

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Puzzle Pieces (Part One)

Cg!Sanders Sides x Little!Reader, Cg!Character!Thomas x Little!Reader

Summary- You're Thomas' friend, and somehow you get split into your own sides. While trying to get you back into one person the sides discover that you have a very special, very secret side. After you've been put back together, they decide to tackle getting you to open up about your regression. Even more than that they want you to answer a simple question: Can they be your caregivers? (1,478 Words)

Notes- This should only be a two or three part story. One more thing, I used their names for the Sanders sides and the roles for the readers. Example: Anxiety is readers anxiety and Virgil is (obviously)Thomas'. This is written in 3rd pov but part 2 once reader is one again it will be in 2nd pov. I'm also so sorry this is so chaotic, but there is only so many ways I was going to be able to write this, I promise the next part reads easier. Please, please let me know if you want more Sander Sides stuff because I love them and will write more if people want it.

Warnings- Use of Y/n, Reader is mentioned to have an anxiety disorder

Anxiety looks around. Wide eyed and panicked at the scene before them. So many familiar faces sit in front of them. Not surprisingly their panic begins to rise.

Deceit and Logic are the first to shake out of the fog and notice Anxiety building up to an attack. Deceit goes to comfort the other side with simple coping tools. Logic does their best to comprehend the situation and check on the well being of the other sides.

Morality is awake next. Worried smiles and jokes to brighten the mood fall from their lips quickly, but it's all in vain.

Creativity and Intrusive Thoughts come to next. Both of them look around confused by the scene. Intrusive Thoughts starts making dark humor jokes off of Morality's lighthearted ones. Creativity smacks them upside the head.

The last to become aware is Regression. The doe eyed side looks around in panic before clinging to Morality like a lifeline. Morality comforts the little side as best they can, looking over to Logic like all the rest for an explanation of the scene playing out.

Logic shakes their head. "I have... no idea what's happening."

"None of us do." Morality says.

"Why aren't we still one person?" Anxiety whispers, beginning to pace the floor.

"I have an idea." Creativity offers hesitantly. "Thomas has parts to himself right?"

"Yes." Logic agrees.

"Well, maybe we can ask them... how to get back to... us?"

"Yeah, cause Thomas isn't busy at all." Anxiety begins in anger. "It's not like he has his own problems to deal with. It's not like he doesn't, you know, have a life. He can just drop everything to come help us!" They rant pacing around.

"They're our friends." Morality reassures. "Thomas is our friend."

"There is no harm in simply asking." Deceit claims.

Morality nods. "We could give them a call." They clear their throat. "Logic?"

Logic rolls their eyes. "Fine I will call them."

~~~One Phone Call Later~~~~

"I can't believe they told us to come over." Creativity laughs.

"Here's to hoping it's not a scheme to kill us!" Intrusive Thoughts also laughs.

Anxiety stares at Intrusive Thoughts with wide fear ridden eyes. "Dude..."

"New question." Morality starts. "How do we get there?"

"Well, we are still technically one being, so perhaps if a few of us use the car the rest should appear at Thomas' apartment." Logic tries to, well logic out.

"Very well, which ones do what?"

~~~~One Car Ride Later~~~~

The seven sides stand in front of Thomas' apartment. Deceit hold Regressions hand as they hide slightly behind them. Creativity and Intrusive Thoughts push each other in a silent sibling feud. Logic texts Thomas they're there.

Anxiety shakes in their spot. "Seven identical people stand in front of one guys apartment. Not strange at all... Did you even tell Thomas what was wrong?"

"It will be fine. Don't freak, Logic told him we need all of his help, including theirs." Morality comforts, squeezing Anxiety's shoulder.

"Hm." Logic hums. "Thomas says to come inside, he's trying to gather the sides, but Virgil and Janus are in an apparent sass off."

The group murmurs among themselves. Some laugh at the image formed at the thought. Others furrow their brows in concern or confusion. One by one they enter Thomas' home and stiffly wait in the living room for him and his sides to join.

Deceit and Anxiety form a small wall between Regression and the area they know the sides and Thomas will come from. Morality waves awkwardly as the group stares in shock at their friend split into their own sides.

"Whaaat is happening right now?" Thomas asks, attempting to keep upbeat.

"We have no idea." Morality smiles widely in distress.

"Fascinating," Logan analyzes his broken apart friend. "You've separated into your very own sides."

"Well, isn't that nifty." Patton smiles at them.

"No it isn't" Anxiety claims. "We shouldn't be apart." They rush to say.

"Anxiety is right." Logic agrees. "We can't function like this. We need to be put back together."

"Wow." Thomas exhales.

"Honestly, we're scared. This isn't... good for us. Unlike you this is a big problem in our functionality." Morality tries to explain slower and softer.

"Ohh, you don't need to be scared. We'll help you!" Patton coos.

"How are we supposed to help them?" Virgil asks.

"What if we-"

"What ever it is you're about to suggest the answer is no." Janus says, interrupting Remus.

Intrusive Thoughts pouts. "I don't know Jan, I like his ideas."

"His idea problem involves us dying, even if it is accidentally." Creativity adds. "You only like his ideas because you're also dark and creepy."

"And gross."

Creativity rolls their eyes. "Yes and gross."

"So let me get this straight." Thomas starts.

"Well, I don't know about straight, but please say what you must." Logic accidentally cuts him off.

"I meant like in order." Thomas explains. "Anyways, so you're all Y/n's sides. So you're Logic, Morality, the Creative Twins, Anxiety, and Deceit?" He points to each correctly.

"Correct!" Morality happily confirms.

"And, who is that?" Janus points to Regression.

Anxiety stiffens.

Deceit pushes Regression further behind the two of them. "No one."

"Well clearly it's another side of Y/n. What side are they?" Logan asks this time.

Thomas and his sides watch as the group all start showing signs of panic. Anxiety and Deceit shield the innocently staring side from view even more than they already had. Even Logic begins to fold in on themselves as a sign of pressure.

"We already said no one. Now move on." Anxiety states coldly.

"You have much more control than our Virgil does." Patton states in concern.

Logan adjusts his glasses. "It makes sense. Y/n has an anxiety disorder. Their way of processing anxiety and its control over their day to day actions is very different from Thomas'."

"Well, that's not concerning at all!" Roman states with a sarcastic smile.

"It isn't we manage it as best we can, but on this subject it is best to allow this side to remain out little secret."

"Emphasis on the little," Creativity jokes. "Get it, little?" They look around at their fellow sides who stare in distress. "What?"

"Shut up!" Anxiety shouts. "Just shut up."

Regression flinches away. In a sudden move they detach their hand from Deceit's and rushes to latch onto Morality.

"Aw look, you scared them away." Intrusive Thoughts teases Anxiety.

From Morality's side, Regression stares at Thomas and his sides. Roman and Remus note how this side stares at the shiny parts of their outfits. Janus notices how they stare at the snake part of his face, something he remembers Y/n did for a short period of time after meeting the sides. Logan notices how the side keeps biting their inner cheek. Patton and Virgil just feel shocked at the shy wave they send both their ways.

"Well aren't you just a sweetie!" Patton crouches just barely waving back at the side they've yet to be introduced to.

Morality grins too, patting Regressions head. "They've got the heart. Literally, they've got me wrapped up." They laugh looking down at the arms wrapped around them.

Regression looks to Anxiety and points at Patton. "Hug?"

Anxiety immediately panics. "No."

"Aww why not?" Patton asks. "I love hugging my kiddos."

"They aren't your kids." Thomas corrects.

"Of course they are! Just like you Thomas." Patton debates back.

"It might do us better if they did know. Eventually they're going to get needy and it will get in the way of us getting back together." Logic issues.

Anxiety huffs. "No."

"I see no problem with that." Deceit lies sarcastically.

"Listen, I know you're trying to protect yourselves, protect Y/n, but maybe we can help protect you too." Roman tries to convert their desicion.

"You say it like it isn't obvious." Janus suddenly interjects.

Virgil looks at him annoyed. "What do you mean it's obvious?"

"Thomas do you remember that one article you stumbled upon last week. The one on different coping skills and trauma responses?"

"Nooot really." Thomas cringes.

"I do." Logan claims.

"Do you remember number six?" Janus continues.

Anxiety steps forward. "Stop it.

"It really isn't that important." Deceit states frightfully.

"Please don't say it." Creativity begs.

Logan ignores their words, shaking his head in confusion. "Age regression? What does that have to do with them?"

Virgil looks to Anxiety sympathetically before turning to Janus. "You're saying this side is whatever age regression is?"

Janus nods. "Exactly. They are a legitimate child."

"That isn't true!" Anxiety shouts, panic growing in sound.

Morality gently leaves Regressions side to comfort Anxiety. Now free from their grasp Regression stumbles to stay standing. The building panic makes the side even younger. Logic notices and awkwardly supports the little side.

"O. M. Genies!" Patton claps excitedly. "They're an actual kiddo!"

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RANT: THE AO3 AI GENERATED FICS FOR THE TOP 100

Not something I would usually post here on this blog but here we go!

It has been revealed that one of the ships got it onto the top 100 ships on AO3 by someone utilizing ai generated fics to spam the tag.

It's honestly disheartening that people (usually my age) view AO3 as a fucking social media app rather than an archive where hundreds if not thousands of user dedicate their writing to something they genuinely love.

Polluting the website with ai generated fanfics that no one will read nor was written by anyone is truly a new low and for what??? A ship??? Are we DEADASS??? You only care about the fuckass numbers that shouldn't mean THAT much to you, it's honestly pathetic and sad.

Seriously I get you for loving a ship so much but are we really going to dickride the living shit out of a phony ass bot to make u a gazillion amount of fanfics just for some ranking. It's actually frying me omfg what the fuck.

Thanks for reading my rant I suppose, normally I would be a lot vulgar when it comes to my rants but I'm just honestly heartbroken that someone did this

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My name is Moataz, a journalist from Gaza.

My story!

Imarried Huda on June 22nd. I was very happy with her. I photograph humanitarian issues for the world. The war started and we were exposed to a deadly attack that we miraculously survived.

We became homeless, without food or drink. My wife was crying. I set up my tent for the first time after displacement on November 1st. We sought refuge with all the relief organizations, but no one helped me. We are now awaiting the birth of our first child after a long wait. Huda is pregnant... I tried to search for safety by any means, for me, my wife Huda, and our eagerly awaiting son, Malek! 😭

We were surprised by the new displacement and the terrifying sight of the bombing. We lost everything we owned for the second time, we took refuge in Rafah, I tried in every way to provide healthy food for my wife and our expectant child, but we were surprised for the third time by a major attack that made us leave without any food or shelter, Huda is eight months pregnant and we were displaced for the fifth time, this time is the worst, Huda and I stayed for five days sleeping on the burning sand of the sea. We did not taste food for five days, 💔

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we were forced to sell sweets to save and pay the price of the tent. The date of birth of our first child, Malek, came, while we were preparing our tent to receive him, the place next door was bombed. Huda saw the remains, she lost consciousness, Dr. Ghassan requested an emergency delivery, Malek, our first child, died, I cried bitterly, and she entered a state of blood poisoning. All I want from you is to help me to save my family and Huda and restore my hope in life, from now on you, my family, I want to reach my goal, any donation. Help me save my family, if you can't please I just want to cry💔🥹🙏

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The Missing Component (Part 16)

Neglected!hijabi!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

"So, her daughters blocked you from talking to her and finding out where they were staying?" Barbara groaned. "Damn it, Signal!"

"They are very protective!" Duke insisted. "The biggest one had knives coming out of her arms! She used them to threaten paparazzi!"

"She's being harassed by media?" Bruce asked.

"I got there just in time to watch her biggest daughter chase most of them off," Duke said. "They don't like when people mess with their mother."

"Great. How are we supposed to get quality time with Y/N with three barriers in the way?" Stephanie asked.

"Four barriers," Duke corrected. "She was carrying a really small robot in her arms. Could have sworn she had cat ears. And the twins fly."

"They do? Well, that complicates things," Damian said.

"On the contrary. It makes it even easier to offer her a place to stay here," Tim said. "We certainly know how to handle fame, and we can take the time to bond with Y/N's daughters while they hunker down here."

Dick scrambled into the room, panting for air as if he had been chased. "I found Y/N's old room," he gasped. "You need to see this. It's bleak."

Dick was right; it was bleak. Your room looked uncared for, with a single bed in the corner of the room, a cheap pine wardrobe, and a windowsill with a single Monopoly piece on it, the top hat, blanketed in dust. The only way they knew that this was your room was that you had written on the wall in a looping cursive.

Y/N was here.

"This is where I put her?" Bruce said to himself.

"THIS IS WHERE YOU PUT HER?!" Damian screamed. "NO WONDER SHE WON'T GO BACK! BRING ME MY SISTER!"

"You can't tantrum your way to having a sibling relationship," Jason said. "You need something tangible, and none of us have that."

"I'll show you tangible," Damian snarked, turning on his heel and storming towards the Batcave. Bruce stopped him.

"You catch more flies with honey, son," he said softly. "Let her come here for her own reasons."

"I understand, Father," Damian said. He may have understood, but he did not agree.

And he had plans for you.

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I understand it’s difficult to be a parent but it’s time we start telling parents bluntly it’s not the internet responsibility to keep your child safe it’s your responsibility to keep your child safe on the internet

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I Always Knew It Was You

Dhawan!Master x Fem!Reader, Minor Simm!Master x Fem!Reader, Minor Missy x Fem!Reader

Summary- You meet Harold Saxon, and you know who he really is. You meet M.I.S.I, but you know who she really is. You meet O, and both of you know, you know who he really is. After his reveal, well what else should he have done? It's always been you, and he knows it. (1,449 Words)

You walk down the halls with the quickest steps you could muster without running. Your heels beat on the floor, clicking with a fast paced rhythm as you make your way closer to your destination. The doors open for you the second you reach them. You hold your head up high and resist the urge to catch your breath.

You have to resist another urge when you see the very man you were there for. This urge was to run in the opposite direction. You've never met the prime minister, you hadn't even seen him in a photo. But, one thing you know for a fact this wasn't some man called Harold Saxon. No, this man, he's the Master.

You shake off what you see is obvious. You shake off the truth. You fix your straining smile and walk in calmly.

"Good morning, Mr. Saxon. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

He grins knowingly. "I'm sure it is. Please, sit with me."

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"I am M.I.S.I." You hear a woman claim.

Finally you meet up with the Doctor and Clara as a supposed robot woman explains her functions. You glare at the back of the woman's head until you meet her face. Your eyes widen at the blue eyes that pierce your being.

"It seems you have not received the official 3W greeting package." She speaks, stepping forward quickly.

You hear Clara and the Doctor make shocked warning noises before the woman's lips are on yours. Her eyes stared back into yours as her lips move roughly against yours.

You gasp once she releases you. Not for air, no. No, you knew those eyes that bared down on you. You know that fake smile, though it's feminine now. You know this woman, you just knew her as a man.

This wasn't just some random robot, no, this woman was the Master.

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You step off the TARDIS and into the hot Australian sun. You follow slowly behind the fam. The heat already feels like it's attacking you. Still, you let out a breath of relief taking in the still of the outback. You smile, glowing in the beating sun.

You take the time to look at the shack, as Graham blocks the view of the Agent the Doctor wants help from. The shack is simple, but beautiful. Something disturbing does derive in your chest. It's energy feels so familiar...

Curiously, you finally walk forward.

Your eyes meet a pair of deep brown eyes that stare at you. Another familiar string is struck. It couldn't be, Missy died... You shake your head for a moment and accept the hand he holds out.

"It's nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you during my time at MI6."

You blink. Even the way he shakes your hand feels the same. "I'm sorry, uh, what- what's your name again?"

His eyes widen in surprise. "Yes, sorry I was so excited to greet you. I'm O."

"O?" You question a smile forming once more on your face. "What an odd name." You laugh.

He stares for a moment longer before the two of you are beckoned inside.

The longer you sit with him, the longer you talk, the longer you stay in his presence the more sure you become. He isn't some random agent with an unhealthy passion. He isn't even human.

You know this man, and you know him too well. He's the Master.

You express silently your distrust towards him, but you don't tell the Doctor your theory. You doubt she'd believe you anyways. You're careful with your words shared, and you're guarded in your actions. You don't know what his plan is; you don't want to know.

His actions, however, begin to confuse you.

A breath is ripped from you as he winks at you after telling the Doctor to look for the "Spymaster".

A yelp escapes you when he pulls you behind him as the room panics over the arrival of the Kasaavin.

A heat brushes your face as he compliments your dress before you go to the party.

A beat skips in your chest as his arms wrap around your waist while you drive the bike down the road.

A shiver crawls up your spine as he lays a hand on the small of your back breathlessly sliding by you on the plane.

Then the mask breaks. The performance ends and he shatters the secret on the ground. "Got me, well done."

Everything moves so quickly. You watch in shameful awe at his shack flying side by side to the plane. You deadpan at his excitement and the Doctor's ignorance. You share a glance with the others, their confused faces build guilt. You should've said something...

"Me and her go away back." The Master says walking back down the aisle. "We do too, don't we love?" He winks at you.

"Why aren't you freaking out too?" Graham questions.

"Because she already knew."

You frown. "I always know."

He laughs and continues his explanation.

You cringe when he throws the shrunken version of the real O to the floor. You roll your eyes as he jumps in giddy childish joy. You don't move when the group rushes towards the cockpit. You flinch back as he screams to the Doctor.

The Master turns to you as the team panics in the front of the plane. "Hello darling."

You glare. "I thought we already greeted each other."

"I always have time to greet you again." He grins.

"Are you- Are you flirting with me?"

"Depends," He says leaning over you. "Is it working?"

You don't get a chance to reject him because Yaz starts questioning, the Master is drawing in more Kasaavin, a bomb goes off, then the plane starts going down.

You hold on as tight as you can. Wind whips making every word shared unheard. One thing you do hear is all the screaming. You don't scream until you're grabbed, but it only lasts a moment before everything is suddenly calm.

Your lungs burn and your head feels like lead. The room must've been spinning. Are you even still in the plane? You fail to grasp your new surroundings. Leaning on the Master proves the only thing you can actually do. The Master rambles and his words sound underwater. At least, now you know you're not on the plane, this place was too quiet. The lights are red and most of the room is obscured in shadows.

His words slowly start to form in your head.

"Really, you should thank me for saving you. You should praise me for my generosity." He stands tall with a single arm wrapped around you.

You go to critique and berate him for your friends sake. You're sure the Doctor will find a way to save them, but that doesn't take away your anger. Sadly, only a squeak comes out.

"I suppose, it isn't that surprising. I always keep you out of harm's way, don't I? My pretty little human." You can hear him huff when you don't respond.

He pulls you away from him slightly causing you to stumble a bit.

"Speaking of human, you're so dramatic. It isn't that disorienting." He pets your hair. "It does work out rather nicely though. You'll be tucked away kindly while your Master finishes all the nasty work."

You look at him with blurry eyes. "I don't understand, why?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" He crowds your space by pulling you flush against him. "You're my favorite."

His lips greet yours and you find yourself unable to pull away. His hands hold you in place. A groan leaves your throat as your dizzy mind quickly runs out of air. You're left resting your head in the crook of his neck after he pulls away. You sway lightly on your feet, but he holds you up like you're precious.

You let out a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs properly. "Why? I don't understand?"

"You're repeating yourself love." He rolls his eyes, picks you up bridal style, and walks towards a dim lighted hall.

"Why do you like me?" You expand on your words slowly.

There's always a time for firsts, and now is no exception. You realize that by seeing a soft smile grace his face. You don't even remember Missy smiling like this before.

"Because, you always know, and it's always been you." He lays you on a silk covered bed. "Now, get some sleep, you humans are far too fragile for you to stay awake. We'll talk more once this is all over." He pushes your hair back and leaves a gentle kiss to your lips. "Sweet dreams, my dear."

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The Missing Component (Part 15)

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You were planning to visit your family sometime in the ten days, but those plans were sidelined by a crowd of lights. Damn it to hell. The media had found you.

"Y/N L/N! Why don't you use your father's surname?" a paparazzo asked.

"I didn't want to be a nepo baby and I was on my way out anyway. I never even used the Wayne surname once, not even as a kid. I don't know why everyone's making such a fuss."

"Are you planning on living here?" another yelled.

You shook your head. "No, thank you. I'm merely visiting."

IRIS looked annoyed at the reporter's questions. "Why are you annoying my mother?" she asked.

"I just want answers, robot girl," he sneered. "Stay out of my business."

"Well, that wasn't nice." IRIS extended her limbs until she was double her size. Her eyes went from light blue to bright red, and large knives extended outwards over her hands. "I will say this once and only once. Leave my mother alone. NOW."

The paparazzi scattered like pigeons, leaving you and your daughters free to move around. "Thank you, darling," you said, as you adjusted your hijab.

"You really shouldn't be displaying weaponry towards journalists, miss," a voice said. A bright superhero stood behind them. "They're annoying, but harmless."

"They were too close to my mother," IRIS said, sheathing her weapons. "Especially that last one."

"If you want, I could escort you through Gotham," he said. "Name's Signal, by the way."

"I'm Y/N L/N. It's a pleasure," you said.

"The pleasure is all mine," Signal said. "Now, about escorting you-"

"WAAAAAAAA!" Andromeda, usually so quiet, wailed with sky-shaking force. "I don't want more strange people! Mama, I wanna go!"

You looked apologetically at Signal. "I guess not," you said. "Come along, girls."

You left Signal there, as your daughters escorted you out. "Well, that was wonderful," you snarked. "Wanna go to a book store?"

"Cool," Spark said. "You so owe us some more manga if I'm going to be hanging around this dump."

"And I'm getting some architecture books," IRIS said. "It's the only thing that will get me through this."

"Fine," you agreed. "We're dealing with an unlimited credit card and unlimited boredom. Why shouldn't I spoil you?"

"If there's a toy store, can I buy something?" Andromeda asked.

"If you find something you like, sure," you said.

"Yay!" Andromeda squealed.

You and your daughters left that Gotham high street happily laughing with bags of shopping. But the twins knew they were being watched.

"Shoot! Low battery mode! Go on without us, I'll plug in a power pack!" Spark called out. IRIS hustled you and Andromeda towards the hotel, and let the twins go at it. "You need to leave us alone," Spark said to Signal, meeting him in the air.

"I just wanted to make sure that she was safe," Signal said.

"She is. We're making sure of it." Spirit jerked her head in the direction of Wayne Manor. "Find your home and get to it. We'll look after our mother."

"If you insist," Signal said, watching as the robotic twins flew back to their mother and sisters.

He'd find them soon enough.

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