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When he and Lore run errands for their parents, the colonists look at them – Lore – with apprehension. Both of their hearing is advanced far beyond human capabilities; the whispers must be hurtful for Lore, who will simply frown and stare at a far-off point in Omicron Theta’s rolling hills of green grass and rich, red soil.
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Data and Lore talk about Lore's impending deactivation
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When Joker first brought Robin – no, Junior – home, Harley was ecstatic.
She liked to sit with Junior at the coffee table (with Junior tied to a dining chair) and play tea party with him. She knew, of course, that this wasn’t exactly a boy activity, but Junior couldn’t run amok and there were no important differences between boys and girls anyway. So she would sit with Junior after dressing him in his little violet suit and doing his makeup and if she might have taken it a bit too far with spraying temporary green dye into his hair, then who cares? He can wash it when he gets back to Batsy.
Mr. J would come home after a long day of work, dressed in a similar violet suit, and call out, “I’m home, honey! How’s the kid?”
It was good. It was nice. It was everything Harley Quinn had ever wanted. Then, Joker backhanded her during a tea party and her teacup had shattered on the floor. The porcelain shards nicked her hands, but she’s had worse. It would’ve been fine if he hadn’t turned to Junior next.
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- Part 1 of waiting on a hero
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When Lonnie Machin frantically opens the window of the insurance office, he can see his father’s expression. Like he was expecting and dreading this at the same time.
“Dad, Dad I fucked up.”
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- Part 4 of prerequisite
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Half of Cypher's safehouses are compromised; the other half are probably on the verge of being discovered as well. He should have scrubbed the records better, paid the landlords more, should have torched them instead of keeping them.
It’s fine though. There’s only one safehouse that matters.
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“I was thinking of Timothy as a first name,” Janet tells her husband. “It means ‘honoring God.’”
Jack looks up from the pile of papers that’s practically burying his breakfast. “I didn’t think you were that religious.”
“It’s a nice name outside of religious reasons too, Jack.”
He hums thoughtfully, “Timothy Drake. Tim Drake. I like it.”
She cuts into her waffle and, with a mild voice, suggests, “Why don’t you think of a middle name, dear? Mrs. Machida has been telling me about different Japanese names.”
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- Part 2 of prerequisite