It had been a couple weeks since she had given birth. It was the funniest ordeal in all earnest truth. The sac had taken only a couple of hours to develop into a humanoid shape. And not a baby, but an entire toddler. She resembled her mother in just about every aspect. Red bangs, and green back. Both eyes were just about the same, the only notable difference from her mother. Upon closer inspection, when the group saw her open her mouth for the first time, tiny little sharp teeth could be seen in her gums. Not like her mother's at all, but like her very proud father's.

It took a while for any patterns to appear from the toddler. Not even Demencia knew at first why her instincts urged to fill her nest with sharp objects, but once the toddler began to nibble on the sharp blades it was apparent that she was sharpening her dagger-like teeth. At first it was worrisome and due to the fact that she was partially human. But every other part of her dna prevented any serious harm it seemed.

Then the matter of feeding her was all the more surprising for everyone. What did she even get nutrients from? Black Hat explained that she would be able of eating anything so long as it was mush in these stages of her life. Flug took notes. And for a while the routine was about the same. Business here and there, Black Hat and Flug doing what they could to run the company, with Demencia and 5.0.5 taking care of the girl. Usually at the end of the day, Black Hat would accompany Demencia for a bit to spend time with her and their daughter.

"Has she a name yet?" He asked.

"I was thinking...Mascara." She said, smiling at the sleeping girl. "What do you think?" She asked for his approval. Not that she needed it. It would just be nice to have it. His lip curled a bit at the end. Entertained by her name.

"I like it." He said. And for the first time ever, his heart bumped somewhat. His nonexistent one. He paid it no mind.

Everyone became involved in some form of hijinks with the little tyke. Some of them simple, and others heavier. With Flug and 5.0.5., she would constantly behave sweet with both of them in the same room, but whenever they were apart from each other and she was with one, she'd throw a fit. She acknowledged their closeness as comforting and sweet, thus enjoyed watching and listening to them both.

One incident with the poor bear, involved her getting in the kitchen to get some cookies. Something that apparently involved Mascara crawling over a wild assortment of dangerous kitchen hazards, something the blue bear was adamant in making sure to keep her safe from, even if it meant he was on the receiving end of those dangerous hazards.

With the doctor, she would easily fall asleep when he'd explain how an object functioned, and when he wasn't, she'd try to operate it when he was out of view and often caused a lot of damage to his lab. Something that he knew he couldn't punish her for fear of invoking the wrath of her parents. But sweetly enough, the little one was somehow able to burp and that somehow undid the damage from any of his experiments. Much to his surprise. He quickly took notes of such a phenomenon.

With her parents, is when she was most well behaved. In fact, with them, she rarely gave them trouble. And on those rare occasions she did, it was minor ones, like crying for good reason, interrupting a meeting, or simply throwing a tantrum at a store for wanting a toy. In general, she was a best they could have hoped for. For Black Hat, she could do with being a little more evil.

Regardless, Black Hat grew sweet on his daughter and did his best to be a father. He was rather interested in her powers and abilities. She inherited his and her mother's regenerative factor. She had his teeth, but that was about it. She didn't show any signs of having any of his godly abilities. Demencia and Flug told him that because she was recently born. Sure, he's waited eons, he could wait a couple years more. Though, when he held her, she made him somewhat proud. Complete in a way. Maybe he didn't have the best intentions in having her conceived, or in her conception. But...now he could do better. Not just for himself, but her and her mother too.

Months passed, with everyone having a hand in Mascara's upbringing. With Flug and Demencia being her de facto homeschooling teachers. 5.0.5 being her responsible older brother, and Black Hat occasionally sitting her down on his lap while he read and signed papers at his work desk. She was a relatively quiet child. Nothing evil had shown itself from her yet, but he figured she was still developing.

Demencia's maternity leave had finished and she was soon working once more for the organization again. Going back to taking down entire teams of heroes and such. Occasionally bringing a souvenir for her daughter as a toy. Whether it was a utility belt, cape, or armor piece from a hero she'd killed. Flug on the other hand had been developing larger and more dangerous equipment for the organization that shipped all over the world.

Everything was looking up for Black Hat Organization.

"We are go. Phase: Divide and Conquer is a go." A man in a dark room said as he sent out a signal to other members involved in the operation.