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IN STRIDE

"May I remind you, Bluejay, I built the whole gig from the bottom up! I know how it operates. There's no need for triple reporting - it's a waste of time!"

"With all due respect, you don't, Dad."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't know how IR operates. Not anymore. You weren't there."

"Through no fault of mine!"

"True. It was MY fault. I take full responsibility. You weren't there when I negotiated new parameters with the GDF and the World Council. I was not the First Man on Mars they could trust implicitly. I was NOTHING to them. I realize I'm nothing beyond your shadow, but that's not the point! You were GONE, Dad. Uncle Lee left. Kyrano resigned. Aunt Val got promoted. There was no active duty GDF officer on the IR roster anymore. There was NO roster till Virgil and John completed training and Gordon graduated high school. I'm still a downed washout for your old buddies in the Airforce. I can live with that. But I will NOT jeopardize what IR is now, the reach and freedom we're given on the off chance the GDF brass will extend you the benefit of the doubt unconditionally again. You were on six IR missions total, Dad. Zero failure rate. The triple reporting is what keeps us in the game when the worst comes to the worst. Without it we wouldn't be allowed to lift off the ground. It keeps the boys and Kayo safe from liability!"

"But not you?"

"That's part of the deal with the GDF. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

"Scott!"

"Dad, don't. Let Virgil handle it. Trust me."

"How bad?"

"When?"

"There's a scale?"

"Oh yeah, Dad! You have no idea!"

"I obviously don't. Okay, then. Right after?"

"Right after you were gone? Nosedive."

"Oh..."

"The stocks plummeted, the markets were in shambles, the Board all but rioted. Scott had to hold that up - at a point we didn't have the extra funds to run IR anyway. Then there was the GDF issue. They tried to strongarm Scott into handing the Thunderbirds and the Base over, instead of appointing operatives. Scott refused. We stood down for a couple of years. There were issues with the Tinies' custody anyway. The island was deemed "inaccessible to child services". Scott was needed in NYC and Alan stayed with him through middle school. It was better for Gordie's Olympics training to be Stateside as well. Virgil finished up his degree and I was in England, prepping for the ISA stint."

"And then?"

"Dad, you alright? You seem pale!"

"I'm okay, Johnny. Go on!"

"Well... then the waves settled a bit. The company was not belly up anymore, on the contrary. Scott got a hang of it. We could fully fund IR without the Global Council or GDF input, including launching Five. Virgil and I were fully trained. Once Gordie won the medal we had a specialized Aquanaut too. Kayo finished school and Kyrano sent her over to supervize security. Brains was on board. Scott fought tooth and nail for the Big Wigs to let him helm the op independently. Like he just told you - we still needed to make concessions on reporting. I'm not gonna lie, Dad, they ARE keeping Scott in a chokehold. The hardest part was to convince Scott to pull Allie into homeschooling. He wanted the kid to have a normal life. We tried launching from Gran Roca, but the island is just so much more suitable. So to keep the child services off Scott's back we asked Grandma to move in. You know the rest, more or less. The Hood came back, we found the signal, then we found you."

"I need to talk to Scott!"

"You do. But not right now, Dad. Let Virgil deal with him first."

"That happens a lot?"

"We got our routine."

"So you're wrangling your Old Man?"

"Maybe."

"I left a mess behind, didn't I?"

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The scammers on AO3 seem to be upping their game - now their comments may actually relate specifically to the story. Otherwise the comment follows the usual formula.

On top of this, this is a registered user, which means I can't simply mark the comment as spam. I'll have to manually file a report.

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They frown just like him. They’ve inherited his taste, his habits, even some of his catchphrases. And I think there’s something equally beautiful in how Tim and Damian take more after their mothers physically. With Tim, it’s canon, as far as I remember, and with Damian it depends on the artist—but I like to believe that, in truth, Tim and Damian are their mothers’ spitting images. When you look at them, you don’t see Jack Drake or Bruce Wayne. You see Janet Drake and Talia al Ghul. There’s something quietly poetic about that.

And then there’s Cassandra. So much of her mirrors Bruce—physically, psychologically. She frowns like him now. She mimics his expressions, unconsciously. Over time, it’s as if all of his children, the ones he adopted and the one who came into his life already a child, began to reflect parts of him. Whether they like it or not.

Maybe that’s what gets to me—the thought that when Bruce looks at his children, he sees pieces of himself. That maybe, at one point, it hurt because of everything they’ve been through. But now... maybe now he just smiles when it happens.

Test subject

⟢ "Everyone in this room is lying. The question is who's lying about the right thing."

⟢ "You called it an accident. I've seen accidents. This isn't one."

⟢ "The victim knew their killer. You can tell by the expression they left behind."

⟢ "I don't believe in coincidences. Not in this town. Not in this case."

⟢ "Someone cleaned this room very carefully. Too carefully."

⟢ "You're hiding something. I'm not accusing you. I'm just letting you know I noticed."

⟢ "The alibi is perfect. That's the problem with it."

⟢ "Follow the money or follow the grief. Both lead somewhere ugly."

⟢ "I've solved forty cases. This one keeps me up at night differently."

⟢ "You're asking the wrong questions. The right ones are scarier."

⟢ "The truth is in this room. We just have to make someone uncomfortable enough to let it out."

⟢ "They wanted it to look random. Nothing about this is random."

⟢ "I've been lied to by professionals. You need more practice."

⟢ "The case was cold for ten years. Something made someone nervous enough to reopen it."