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    The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

    Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

    He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

    “I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

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    16 Feb 2026

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    "Holy crap!  Why the hell did you lie to incredibly powerful magical beings with trust issues?  How was that Plan A?"

    Derek says, "We're not arguing about this, it's already done."

    "Like hell we're not fighting about this," Stiles says, indignant.  "What were you thinking?"

    "I was thinking it was worth the risk if it kept you alive!  And it worked, so drop it."

    "You had no idea that it was going to work!" Stiles throws his hands up.  Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life?  "Why did they even believe you in the first place?"

    Derek says, "You reeked of me," which is unfair.  Stiles only smelled because he'd gotten covered in Derek's bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.

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    16 Feb 2026

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    Bruce doesn’t know what’s wrong with his child, but he’s pretty sure kids aren’t meant to work like this.

     

    From the day he had looked up into the tops of the circus tent and saw a frightened mirror image of a boy who had just experienced the worst day of his life, Bruce had instantly gone into emergency mode.

     

    The Gotham PD had wanted to pass the boy off into the care of the circus. The circus had mumbled underneath their breaths about superstitions, about not having a boy like that with them, about not being able to handle something like Dick. So GCPD, not knowing what to do, had started talking about one of the handful of overburdened boy homes that handles a majority of Gotham’s unlucky orphans.

     

    All the while, the camera lights flash bright and loud, wanting to know everything.

     

    Bruce couldn’t let that happen.

     

    Not then, not ever again.

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    Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe.

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    21 Jan 2026

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    His plan had been effective, elegent, maybe a bit theatrical and dramatic but in a good way! That was... until he got doused with cuddle pollen, had his brother unwittingly thrown at him by some well meaning goons, and well...

    Now he had a new plan with admittedly much simpler goals that his siblings and maybe some extended family get to come along for, willingly or otherwise.

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    20 Jan 2026

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    "Just one hint," Malevola pleaded. Prism leaned against her chair, eyeing Robert expectantly.

    Robert stared at them briefly, deliberating over his response. He settled on honesty. They wouldn't believe him, and they wouldn't be able to link it to his identity as Mecha Man anyway.

    "Sure. I can't die."

    Prism sighed in frustration. "Oh come on! Don't be like that."
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    Robert Robertson III was eight when he realized he had a super power. It was also the first time he died.

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    14 Jan 2026

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    Left off atCh 15, its getting goood!!