This little flashback of Imp's origin story was because of a comment over on SpaceBattles, so enjoy!

Also as it turns out grown men can have their cold dead hearts melt a bit when their four year old niece giggles to them that the ice cream you bought her was great, then looks at the cup in hand sullenly while muttering that she doesn't like the empty one as much, why is it empty?

I have ten years give or take to write my shovel speech at the very least...

Aisha's head was killing her, like hardcore, and the icepack wasn't doing anything to really help it other than soaking down her hair, which was only making her feel more miserable and hating life on principle as she rocked back and forth on the park bench around the corner of her mom's place.

Chuck had not been gentle with her when she had mouthed off to him the night before. Apparently standing up for your mom even though she was way too fucking high to do it for herself was a faux paus with drunk asshole boyfriends with over inflated senses of superiority.

He did not appreciate her reciprocating return in the form of brass knuckles to the dick when he wasn't paying attention while ranting like an idiot.

The look on his face though had been just...it had been priceless, she was so glad she had set that camera up beforehand.

The black eye she got in return though...yeah, she could deal without that, and the loose tooth, and the bloody nose... and...and she was really scared to go home and didn't know where to go...

"You look like shit."

She looked up and met the gaze of an olive skinned woman in an old school skirt-suit, the woman shifted her hat a moment while shooting her a questioning glance, and Aisha responded in the only manner she knew how to.

"Fuck you too, life happens, then either you die or survive...or trick someone else to do either or for you."

Glancing away she was honestly surprised when the woman sat beside her, then startled a bit as she swept the fedora off her head and placed it on Aisha's own. They sat there in awkward silence for a time, then the woman shot her a smirk, stood, stretched, then spoke up in an amused tone, "Tell anyone who asks that you stole that, and never let them know the truth. It will be most amusing for the both of us. Oh, and if Lexi ever asks, tell her this is revenge for Christmas eve of '97, and she totally deserves it."

Aisha blinked, then blinked again when she realized the woman was no longer standing before her.

Then a concerned looking brunette woman a bit older than her stepped to her side and opened an umbrella to cover the both of them, just as the skies began to pour down on them as it so happened. In the stinging rain her big sister that she had never met sheltered her from mother natures bitchiness while smiling kindly, "Hey kiddo, you ok?"

Aisha stared at her a moment, then shook her head in the negative, "Nope."

"Fair," the woman adjusted her umbrella, glanced about, threw her arm around Aisha, then stated, "So not stating any particulars but let us just say that I am...legally ambivalent, have access to people that will make actively accessing said ambivalence for personal gain quite easy, and we make a fuckton of money while performing said legally ambivalent actions. I've got a little imp telling me you'd be at least somewhat interested, so... You want in?"

Aisha blinked a few moments, glanced back at the crazy white girl, then grinned.

Why the hell not?

"Oh there is no way in hell I'm turning an offer like that down."

Taylor could only grin in return. On that note, her mom, dad, wife, and best friends would all point out to her later in life, she'd created her own ongoing headache when she had recruited Satan's Little Helper as her right hand, and it wasn't their problem to deal with.

Oh, as a bonus an omake also caused by SpaceBattles, enjoy~!

"Look, I know you and I, we don't really see eye to eye, and for good reasons, this though? This is...bad television made reality and I'm somewhat offended that you're even entertaining the idea we had anything to do with this."

Danny shook his head slowly as he turned to Kaiser, who in his opinion, which he respected because it was his, thought looked ridiculously pretentious in his armor.

Fucking. Capes.

Sighing he continued on, "We don't actually do the 'cement shoes' thing. First off it's cliché as hell, second off there are far more effective ways of getting rid of a dead body. For fucks sake they'd be rotting in the water a week tops then eventually their feet pop off and suddenly you have a body bobbing in the bay you're gonna have to explain away."

Kaiser titled his head to the side, while uttering out, "Oh really? How would you go about it?"

"Rent a wood chipper under a false name and aim it off the pier, just hose the damn thing down with bleach when you're done," Danny stated with a roll of his eyes.

Then his little girl spoke up, "Have a pig farm like Uncle Kurt, starve them for four or five days, toss the body into their pen, then let them go at it. No fuss, no muss, there is a reason the phrase, 'Eating like a pig' exists after all."

Kaiser actually paused at that as he stared at Taylor incredulously when Aisha chirped in, "Industrial furnaces work too, something you should know a bit about. You know, being a Nazi douche nozzle and all."

Annette chimed in there, "Aisha, that was very crass and insensitive, if not also likely accurate."

"Sorry boss!"

Then Sarah spoke up sounding annoyed, "Look, what it comes down to, whatever Coil told you about us being involved with Hookwolf's execution, we had nothing to do with it. Also, I'd trick him into fighting in a junk yard, grab him with an electromagnet, then drop him into a compacter. It seems oddly...fitting"

Jean Paul glanced up from his phone, then shrugged, ".50 cal from a kilometer away, no one would even know who did it, no reason to hide the body then."

Kaiser was quiet for a time while staring at Danny, then eventually stood up and walked away while muttering out, "Fucking. Heberts."