Authors Note: We're gonna get some kinda fucked up shit in this chapter but it will explain some things. I own nothing.

Plans

Dabi shook his head at Izumi. She'd sent Medusa and Warp out for supplies and told him the whole story of what had happened. It wasn't going to be pretty when the boss found out how much she'd interfered. Last time it had been that bad he'd forced a new quirk on his daughter and Dabi had been sure she would end up a brainless puppet just like most of the others. He'd cared for her as her body adjusted to the new power. She'd been sick for weeks, he'd been so sure she was going to die. He wasn't sure what he'd do if she had. He wouldn't have stayed that was for sure. Izumi sat on the couch flipping an intricate knife in her hand. The handle was black metal decorated with a phoenix in red and gold and shimmering greens. The sheath was black metal too decorated with birds and dragons. She'd once confided in him that the knife, along with the mask she wore as Push, had been her mothers. She flipped the knife, delicately balancing the blade between two fingers.

"How do you plan on killing your father?" It was a conversation they'd had before. She trusted him like a brother and he protected her as one. He would never tell anyone what they said alone like this.

"I'll probably just fry him like he tried to do to me." She nodded and flipped her knife again. "You?" She huffed a laugh.

"I'm gonna drive my knife through the spot where his eye used to be. The right one." Dabi raised an eyebrow.

"Last time it was the left one." She laughed. "Time before that you were going to cut his tongue off and let him drown." She laughed again. He knew it was twisted but even he knew the boss deserved everything he got. He'd seen the scars twisting on Izumi's back. He wanted to get a potshot in at the boss himself if he ever got the chance. Just to get him back for that. It had been like what his father had done to Shoto but much worse. In many respects the number two hero and the worst incarnation of evil had a lot in common. But the boss pretended to care and that just might have been worse than Endeavor's indifference. Every time he saw the scars on her back he wanted to roast the boss alive. But he knew he'd never get close enough. Not without risking his own quirk. If he didn't have that he couldn't protect her at all. She shrugged.

"Well I am nothing if not flexible." He nodded as she threw the knife into a dartboard on the wall then sighed and got back to her feet to retrieve it. The TV in the corner flicked to life. A voice echoed through the room.

"Get here now." Izumi rolled her eyes. He only had the audio when the TV was on, he allowed her that at the very least. The TV cut out. Izumi turned to Dabi.

"If I don't come back you know what to do." She tapped her earpiece. "Need a warp to the office." The black liquid formed under her and she vanished falling through it with grace. Dabi stood and grabbed the mop. Once the film on the floor was taken care of he pulled her knife out of the dart board, and the wall. She always threw it a bit harder when they were talking about the boss. He was supposed to leave, dump all the information they had gathered over the years to a few select sources, and the entire internet, then disappear. He would do the first thing. But he wouldn't do the second. Instead he would hunt down the boss and drive her knife into the space where his eyes had been, cut off his tongue and whatever other parts he felt he didn't like. Even if it cost him his quirk. He flicked the knife back into the wall and it sunk deep. They weren't getting their deposit back anyway.

The room was dark as usual, lit only by the dull green light from screens. She stuffed her hands into her jean pockets.

"You called Papa." It wasn't a question. It was never a question when he called she came. She had no choice. If she didn't then the only people she cared about in the world became targets.

When she and Kacchan had been kids, before everything went wrong, they'd had a friend, Tsubasu. He'd been born with brilliant red wings. He hadn't been as close as her and Kacchan but they had been friends. When she'd tried to run, the only time she tried, she'd been dragged back. She'd watched as her father forced several new quirks on the boy. She had been locked in a room with him as he screamed and raged and writhed and slowly lost his mind. It had been a long week. When it was over he'd gripped her by the chin and made her look at his computers.

'Your little friend has grown up quite well.' Her eyes had gone wide, he had Kacchan's school file pulled up. She'd promised she would be good after that, she wouldn't run away. And she hadn't but she had a feeling that he could in small ways sense the burning resentment in her heart for him. That was probably why he'd made Tomura his successor, in name if nothing else. Tomura wouldn't be able to handle multiple quirks. He could barely handle one. She on the other hand had three including her original quirk. It was more than anyone else he'd experimented on had survived and kept their sanity. She had a feeling he was planning on trying for at least one more, just to see how much she could take.

"Kirogiri told me what you did at the USJ." There was disappointment in his voice but that was nothing new. "Saving the children I'll allow, even encourage. Telling the Todoroki boy about his brother was all you were there to do, but I'll allow that. He may yet join us. Interfering with All Might though…" He trailed off. His tone never changed but she could tell that if he could move she would likely be unconscious on the floor. It wouldn't be the first time.

"We both know why he's at UA at all. He's got to have found his successor by now. But he hasn't weakened. I know I was there. The Nomu wouldn't have been able to kill him like that anyway, or did Kirogiri not mention that he got taken down by a child." It was impossible to read his expression, he didn't have one anymore. Not really. The top half of his head was a mass of scar tissue. She continued. "But it was more than that. I wanted to look into the face of the man who couldn't save my mother." His tapping finger on the chair went still.

"I see, and what did you learn."

"I don't think you'll be able to kill him with a Nomu, no matter how powerful you can make them. There's something more than power in his eyes. I don't know what it is but it's there." He nodded slightly.

"Very well. If it happens again I'll have to teach you another lesson. Oh and I have a new job for you and your team." She paused. She hadn't been expecting that. She'd been expecting more painful experiments. He turned his mangled head towards her. "I think you'll even like this job." She raised an eyebrow. "I want you to hunt down the hero killer and convince him to join us." She blinked at him as he motioned too a file on his desk.

"That should have all the information you need." She took the folder and nodded slightly.

"I'll do what I can." She tapped her earpiece. "Warp, home." She vanished in a rain of sour smelling goo.