Author's Note: Iiiiiit's the Brainia show, back with a brand new prompt from Infinitegalaxies!

"Could you do a chapter that's a future fic, where both of them tell their child the story of how they met/got together?"

But of course :D

Summary: Brainy and Nia's daughter hears the story of how her parents met... not for the first time.

Spoilers: I wish that there was a Brainia child for me to spoil for y'all XD This could be considered a continuation of last chapter with a lonnnngggg time gap but they're not technically related.

Having a biological child was something that Nia had only dreamed about for decades. There just weren't the right advances in technology for her, as a trans woman, to be able to get pregnant. She had nothing against adoption, of course, but Nia had always wanted the feeling of a human being growing inside of her, of being able to fall in love with it before it was even born. She wanted to give birth, no matter how painful she'd heard it was. She wanted to hold her child for the first time with someone who loved him or her or them just as much as her right there by her side.

Those were all fantasies, though.

Or they were, until Nia got married to someone who was from the 31st Century and was able to create basically any piece of technology imaginable.

Pregnancy and giving birth had been a wild ride in itself, but that was a different story. Now, Nia and Brainy were partaking in the adventure of actually raising a child. They had been doing pretty well for thirteen years, and tonight would be no exception.

"We have to go easy on her," Nia said calmly as she sat in the living room with the lamp on.

"Easy on-" Brainy spluttered for a second, incredulous. His hair was greying and he showed dozens of more wrinkles than he had when they met, but he was still the same man and Nia had never stopped loving him. "Nia, my dearest, she snuck out of the house. We do not have many rules in this home, but that is not allowed!"

"She's thirteen; what do you expect?" Nia replied, shaking her head a little. "I snuck out of the house to hang out with friends more times than I could count, and I was raised in Parthos."

"So...?"

"So, I basically lived under a really accepting rock," Nia elaborated. "Isabel grew up in a city. I would be concerned if she wasn't a little rebellious."

Brainy pursed her lips, considering her point. He was about to give a, eloquent, probably very well-thought through counter-argument (like always), when the back door slowly eased open. There was a footstep, then another, and then they stopped.

Nia glanced toward the entryway and raised her eyebrows. "Well, look who it is?"

Isabel Dox, named after her grandmother, stood in the doorframe with her eyes almost double their normal size.

Brainy crossed his arms. "Young lady-"

"I'm sorry!" Isabel blurted out before he could even finish his sentence. "I'm sorry, I really am, but you know there's that whole thing that it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, and I knew you wouldn't give me your permission so I was hoping that that was true and you won't hate me or ground me for the rest of my life or-"

"Isabel," Nia cut in. She was trying madly not to laugh (or maybe... cry-laugh? Craugh?), but her daughter was acting so very much like herself that it was nearly a lost cause. "Why don't you sit down and tell us exactly where you were and what you were doing?"

Brainy gave Isabel his very best stern-father look as she stepped meekly into the living room and perched on the edge of a chair.

"So, um..." Isabel starting to pick vigorously at her nails and Nia cringed, knowing she had just painted them last night and she would be regretting that decision tomorrow. "So, some of my, um... acquaintances? Friends? Dad, what's the middle word between acquaintances and friends?"

"Companion," Brainy listed automatically. "Associate. Uh... comrade."

"We're not in Soviet Russia, geez," Isabel replied, nose wrinkling. "So anyway, my... not-very-good friends had included me in this group chat and they said that they were going to go, um, smoke weed tonight."

All of the humor of the situation drained away. "They what?" Nia demanded. She might have been continually blown away by how mature her daughter was but she (and her not-so-good friends) were still only thirteen.

"Isabel, we have discussed, in great length, the dangers of drugs, smoking, and alcohol overdose!" Brainy cried, his voice raising steadily in volume. He looked the way that Nia felt, which was honestly kind of devastated. They had raised Isabel better than this. Hadn't they?

"Wait wait wait!" Isabel shrieked, holding up her hands. "Just- before you guys go crazy- I didn't smoke. I went there to stop my friends from smoking, I swear!" She paused, and suddenly looked hurt. "Wait, you guys seriously think that I would do drugs? At thirteen?"

Brainy and Nia exchanged glances, chagrined. "Honey, you were kind of making it sound that way," Nia replied slowly. "Of course your dad and I don't think that you'd do that, but you didn't exactly lead with your real reason for sneaking out."

"Okay, okay, that's fair." Isabel had dropped her hands and was now squeezing them around her knees.

"Why did you not tell us?" Brainy asked, finally taking a seat on the couch next to his wife. "Surely you knew that we would have approved of your fight against drug use."

"If I had told you guys, you would have called their parents," Isabel explained with a deep sigh. "Because it's not like you're going to pull your dusty superhero suits out of the back of the closet and yeet downtown to go on a noble speech streak about how drugs are bad. You would have just called their parents and that would have done literally nothing, but you wouldn't have believed me if I told you it would do literally nothing. So I just... snuck out. And crashed their party."

"And...?" Nia pressed.

Isabel blinked. "That's... it?"

"What happened? How did they react? Did you manage to stop them?"

"Oh." Suddenly, Isabel looked incredibly young. "Uh... no. They laughed at me and told me to, um... bleep-off, if you know what I mean."

Brainy's greying eyebrows drew together ominously. "I will be having words with all of their parents, revealing their children's actions of tonight to them. I comprehend you don't believe it will do anything, but it cannot hurt."

Isabel opened her mouth to protest but shut it again and fell back against her chair. "Yeah, they already know I'm a goody goody, might as well reveal me as a snitch," she said with a sigh, and trained her eyes on the ceiling. "Guess I better find some new friends."

Nia's heart broke. "Oh honey," she murmured, getting up and pulling Isabel into a hug. Isabel hooked her chin over her mom's shoulder and sighed again, a little shakier. "Izzy, I know that this might not mean anything, but I am so proud of you," Nia went on. "You've shown Dad and I that you are the bravest kind of hero of them all: one that makes the right choices without a cape or a mask to hide behind."

She led Isabel to the couch and sat down, keeping her arm around her daughter. "Have I ever told you about when your father and I met?"

"Yes." Isabel upset expression immediately faded to one of exasperation. "Multiple times. Like... so. Many. Times."

"Oh," Nia replied, disappointed. She loved telling the story of her and Brainy's first meeting, and it pertained to this situation so very well.

Isabel let out a long-enduring sigh. "Okay, okay, you can tell it again."

Nia beamed at her. "So, one day, I went to Shabid's Pizza Place to try and find coffee, because I was fairly new to the city and needed to make a caffeine run for CatCo. I walk into Shabid's and find an attractive young man ordering a similarly attractive amount of pizza."

Isabel snorted with laughter like she always did when Nia told that part. Nia's grin widened. "He let me order first because your father has always and will always be a gentleman. So, I'm ordering my coffees when suddenly, his image starts to... flicker. All at once, this commonplace looking young man is blue. Now, I was all okay with this, because I grew up in Parthos and had seen aliens almost every day. Shabid, the owner of the pizza place... not so much.

'This young man is standing there and panicking as his image is still flickering like crazy, and I'm not exactly sure what to do. Then the owner starts calling the man a roach and yelling for backup, and one of his chefs comes out of the back carrying a baseball bat!"

"And what does your mother do?" Brainy tagged on, looking over at Nia with all the love in his eyes of the day they'd exchanged vows. "She steps right in front of me, holds up her hand, and makes absolutely sure that I will not be harmed."

Isabel's exasperation had faded to fondness, and Brainy brought the story around to Nia's point in sharing it. "It seems that everyday heroic acts run in the family, Isabel. You take after your mother in many ways, but this might be my new favorite."

Isabel gazed at him, touched, and Nia gave her a squeeze.

"Now... I'd say it's long past the appropriate time for us all to be in bed," Brainy went on, getting up from the couch and breaking up their little party. "Goodnight, Isabel. I love you."

"Love you," Isabel echoed, giving Nia a hug, then him, and then vanishing upstairs.

Nia stood up and yawned, wrapping her arms around Brainy's neck and stepping closer to him. "We done did good," she decided, smiling crookedly.

"She is a fine young woman," Brainy agreed. "And grows more like her mother with every passing day."

"And her father," Nia told him firmly. "I don't know, Brainy... we've spent so much of our lives being superheroes, fighting crime, saving people... but I'm starting to think that the most beneficial thing we've ever done for the world was bringing Isabel into it."

Brainy's smile lit up his entire face.

Author's Note: lwekjrlwekrjewlkrj BRAINIA PARENTS. Does it get better than that?!

I never thought I would say this for any reason, but Supergirl not being on has been very good for making sure I get through y'all's kindly requested prompts. With no new episodes, I can't write any cannon divergents or even get inspired off of cannon stuff, so all I have are the prompts!

Glass half full. Glass half full. I MISS MY SHOWW D: D: D: