#glowboo

Majestica is a magical interdimensional alien who was raised in a world where everyone has magic. Her arrival on Earth, however long ago (my notes are a mess and I didnt list it in the quick notes) caused New York to be a massive hot zone of magical activity.

Never aging, she grew lonely and made herself a child combining technology and magic so she'd have a child who, like her, never knew à life without magic.

At first, she used the magick-tech of supervillains, but then she met à revolutionary and brilliant mage, Miss Jones, who claimed they had found a new magic. It was more volitile and uncontrollable than Majestia was used to, but it had potential, and Majestia was intrigued. She incorporated a small amount into her daughter's design, but not too much, fearing the instability it brought as well.

Slowly, the two worked on improving the technology. Although both were brilliant inventors, Miss Jones proved stronger in the fundamentals of the magic needed, and Majestia was better at the AI. As the project continued, and the two began spending all their time together, Majestia, a sapphic disaster, fell hard.

Before she could confess her feelings though, Miss Jones suddenly went missing. She wasn't at home. She wasn't at her job. She wasn't returning her calls. Majestia grew worried. This wasn't like Miss Jones, not at all. So, she contacted her friend KnightOwl, a detective from a long line of detectives, to find out the truth.

She'd already known KnightOwl of course. They were both single moms raising two superhero daughters and preparing them for their world, their life, but the two had, to an extent, been avoiding each other except on professional matters.

Majestia had been the one to start the trend of superheroes with open identities, while KnightOwl had always been the biggest advocate for the privacy of superheroes and was one of the few heroes who still maintained a secret identity.

It wasn't that Majestia was opposed to secret identities. She felt that heroes should go public with their identities whenever they were ready, but KnightOwl took it too far in her opinion. She had donned, not only a secret identity, but an entire personality that had been made by generations of heroes before her, keeping up a charade that she was ageless, invulnerable, and a man.

Majestia didn't understand it.

This was the modern era. KnightOwl could be a woman if she wanted. She could do her own thing. She didnt have to fit herself into literally becoming her mentor, and she didn’t have to pressure her own child to do that either, but KnightOwl was stubborn. About legacy, and the strength of an unbroken line.

Behind closed doors, KnightOwl's gender was an open secret, and her role as a legacy hero was hardly news to anyone. In public, however, Majestia was to pretend as though KnightOwl was the same person she'd invited to join the United HeroeZ all those years ago.

It was infuriating, but Majestia knew better than to push. Yet she hoped one day KnightOwl would see the light. The world didn't need an unbreakable hero. They already had that in Majestia, but they would do so much better with seeing KnightOwl and Sparrow, the real KnightOwl and Sparrow as they truly were behind closed doors. The parts of themselves they hid away for the sake of their charade and their stupid legacy.

Only, now, Majestia needed KnightOwl for their legacy. She needed that detached professionalism as they learned the truth. Miss Jones, a minor superhero in her spare time, had last been seen fighting a powerful ghost. And she hadn't been seen or heard from since.

The news had been heartbreaking. Majestia had warned Miss Jones not to do it, not to fight an enemy who didn't follow the unspoken agreements that most villains nowadays did. Her enemies had always been mindless, but they had no limits, no desire to pull their punches, and Miss Jones had always been so very fragile.

But Miss Jones had insisted that she was the only one who could do it. Most of the other heroes didn't have the magic to fight them, and even if they did, they didn't have the tech or the know-how to contain them. Even Majestia's magic wasn't compatible enough to really do some damage.

And Majestia could understand that, really she did, but she had never understood why Miss Jones had always insisted on fighting alone, why she'd always been so protective of her research, like she was afraid might steal it at any moment. Majestia knows she should've fought harder, should've insisted that her love never work alone. But she'd always loved the stubborn ones.

It's why she falls for KnightOwl. It's why she lets KnightOwl comfort her, let's KnightOwl see her vulnerability as she falls apart. It's why together the two decide to enroll their kids in the same school, for the convenience of covering for each other at first, but later because the two are so close, separating them seems cruel.

And KnightOwl loves her back. She loves Majestia more than she knows how to handle. She loves her effortless strength. She loves her passion. She loves how Majestia writes her name with delicate little swirls over her giant rack of ribs in the staff fridge. She loves how Majestia treats Sparrow like her own daughter. She loves how Majestia totally hogs the bed without an ounce of shame.

That's why KnightOwl makes one of the most selfish decisions she's ever made. When she gets wind of a new hero team, one using tech that could only have been made using Miss Jones's ideas, KnightOwl says nothing. No, she not only says nothing. She deliberately takes steps to keep the United Heroez away from them.

Because Majestia loves with her whole heart, and KnightOwl is afraid of losing to Majestia's lost love. As a result, Majestia never learns that Miss Jones survived. She never learns that Miss Jones has gone into hiding to prevent anyone from knowing just how far she's truly fallen. Struggling with her new, changed body, her mind not nearly as sharp and focused as she once was, and reliant on the creatures she hunts to keep surviving. Guilty about the kids she's managed to convince to fight her battles for her. The kids she loves so dearly, they might as well be her own.

Majestia never learns about Glowboo, Uncanny Valley's little brother, a glitchey mess compared to other AI, who's programming is slowly being implemented little by little to give his system time to adjust.

Majestia never learns about the friends Glowboo makes, and his overwhelming desire to protect them. She never learns about Glowboo's insecurities that he may never overcome his glitches. She never learns about his friendship with Mike, and how human Mike helps him feel.