#flippythegodzilla

at first, it’s confusion. then, shock, then realization, then delightful glee and curiosity. though shock and confusion do admittedly keep routinely weave in-and-out through the entire experience.

(for reasons I haven’t decided yet) the z-team are all together, and for whatever reason, they’re near the park robert and phoebe go to constantly. and happen to be at currently, because it’s their usual weekend outing for some quality time together in the fresh air.

they sit in a big rest area, where tons of people have gathered to linger as they eat whatever mid-day meal from the various gathered food trucks/vendors. they’re just, sitting around, shooting the breeze and vibing. when alice spots, now standing in line, someone who has clearly spent the morning on a run around the park’s path. she nudges chad, and points him out. they can only see him from the back; but he’s got clear muscle, but lovely layer of lean fat over that– they can see his hips, his great looking ass.

the two keep trying to not-so-subtly get a better look at him. then, he turns his head. and they realize, it’s robert robertson. their fucking dispatcher.

the entire z team immediately starts clowning on the two, before also quickly starting to agree that he looks good. they bicker, briefly, about if they should get his attention or not. robert has also been looking at… not the menu, but just his gaze is turned lower than looks natural. like he was watching something, but there was too many people and objects blocking whatever it could be.

visi finally just says fuck it and stands up on the stone bench— and shouts out “YO. ROOOBBBBEERRTTT!”

at the exact same time, robert leaned down, arms opening. and he raised up, with a little girl in his arms.

the off-duty dispatcher blinks, hearing his name; looking around to find the source of what sounded like his name. only to see the z-team staring at him and the five year old in his arms. then he smiles, warm and sheepish; he adjusts the girl in his arms, so he can wave.

“hey guys, uh didn’t expect to see you here,” he says as he approaches. the girl still in his arms.

the little girl doesn’t wait for her parent to introduce her: “hiii! i’m phoebe!” she says excited, waving.

everything clicks into place. the person, the phoebe, he’d talked about when he was talking to visi that everyone heard— was his daughter. the girl who completely changed his life for the better, and he felt was the most important person in the world, that he would do anything for — was this little girl.

robert chortles quietly, shifting her slightly on his full hip. “yeah. um, everyone, this is my daughter— phoebe,” robert says and the others are all cycling through the confusion-shock-realization-glee-curiosity over and over and at their own paces. “phoebe, you remember how i said i worked with a team? this is them! these are my coworkers, they’re all superheroes~”

robert says ‘they’re all superheroes’ a little quieter to his daughter. as if it’s a secret. and it kind of is, even though they were all just. people, in that moment. just some random fucking people who happened to see a coworker in public.

the z-team suddenly has to add pride to that tangled mess of emotions.

visi clears her throat. “uh, hi phoebe! i’m courtney,” she says, giving an uncharacteristically shy wave.

from there, the rest give their real names. names not even robert knew yet. flambae — chad — is the only one who seems the most at ease at being around the child.

and surprising a lot of them, little phoebe didn’t seem scared of a single one of them — not even malevola, victor, or janelle.

robert, phoebe, and the rest of the team end up spending quite a while longer at the park. phoebe happily running around. she’s a bundle of energy, a delight, curious, and a sweetheart to all of them as she weaves in-and-out of interacting with her ‘baba’ and the team.

all while robert ends up telling them about how she came to be. totally un-embarassed by any of it; and all while keeping a subtle but steady awareness of his daughter and what she was doing. all of them keep an eye on her too, for safety, but also fascination.

by the time robert and phoebe are finally called away, by “uncle chase”, to come home for dinner—

Born just after Firestar’s rise to leadership and named after Tigerstar’s late mother, Leopardglow was loud, energetic, and friendly from the very moment she opened her eyes — much to the disdain of her ThunderClan Clanmates. Despite Firestar’s blood running through her veins, ThunderClan would have much rather had nothing to do with Tigerstar’s spawn, and while her half-siblings Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt were content to settle into the shadows while they grew, and linger there even after Tigerstar’s death, Leopardglow simply could not.

Too extroverted for her own good, Leopardglow did everything she possibly could to bolster her reputation within the Clan — within all the Clans — in a desperate bid to make friends and feel seen and supported. She trained herself relentlessly into a decent hunter and better fighter, and, for a while, seemed to have finally wiggled her way into ThunderClan’s good graces and affections… Until she unsheathed her claws one day, and found herself unable to withdraw them. Tigerstar’s claws, whispered the Clans. A bad omen.

For a time, Leopardglow still relentlessly tried to make herself into a friend to anyone, but not even her slightly older half siblings through Tigerstar, nor her little half siblings through Firestar, seemed to want much to do with her. So, she turned to what felt like a last resort, driven by desperation and loneliness: her father’s birthplace, the Twoleg Houses.

She was quickly scooped up by a loving pair of housefolk due to her unusual coat, who named her “Gingersnap”: a name she adopted with great joy and pride. While she wasn’t very welcomed on the streets — her reputation as the daughter of both Scourge’s assailant and murderer preceded her —, her fellow kittypets were warm and friendly, and found themselves often drawn to her for her grand stories of being born wild, as well as her overall joyous nature. While some cats do find her a bit overbearing, the two cats she shares her home with — another ex-Clan cat who took the name Whiskers, and a pampered purebred named Hera — love listening to Gingersnap’s stories, adore her bold nature, and are deeply fond of her overall.

In her new home, Gingersnap finally found the acceptance and love she so dearly craved.

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