A/N I don't own anyone but Bella.

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Question woke up to a blaring TV, a messy kitchen, and a cheerful six year old eating on his couch.

"Hi ya'!" She smiled through a mouthful of cereal. "Hey, why do you get this type of cereal? Lucky Charms is so much yummier 'cept they put all this cereal in when it should just be marshmallows and milk. Cocoa Puffs are really good too except that it makes the milk get all weird and icky."

"What are you eating?"

"Cereal. It's Honey Combs." She explained.

He looked over at his kitchen that currently looked like a tornado had ripped through his cabinets. "What did you do to my kitchen?"

"Oh, it took me a while to find the cereal and a bowl so I had to look through everything and get a chair to stand on because I'm small and then I couldn't find a spoon for a while." She replied.

He looked at the mountain of crap on his counter. "Why did you take all my food out?"

"Because I couldn't find the cereal." She explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why didn't you just wake me up?"

"Oh, you're scary when you wake up." She said with a frown. "You almost gave me a heart-attack."

He rubbed his temples. "Then why didn't you put it away?"

"I didn't know where it all went." She shrugged.

He fought back the urge to explain that if she was the one who'd taken it all out in the first place then she should've known where to put it back. "What are you watching?" He asked, deciding to change the subject as he began to clean up his small kitchen.

"Phineas and Ferb." She replied not taking her eyes of the screen.

He looked over and saw two animated children with bizarre heads and hair singing and dancing about a band in a library. "What?"

"You know, Phineas and Ferb, like Perry the Platypus and, my favorite, Isabella 'cause she has my name, and Candace and all them. They build something new every day and sing and dance and stuff. It's like Glee for little kids." She explained.

"Hurm. Why don't you watch something educational?" He suggested.

She looked at him like he had snakes coming out of his eyes. "Because it's boring, duh!" She exclaimed rolling her eyes. "And this is Disney and Disney rocks."

"Actually, Disney is a corporation dedicated to the brainwashing of the Worlds' populace by using annoyingly catchy songs to implant thoughts that make viewers do their dirty work yet feel as though nothing as happened. It started with Mickey Mouse being designed so that more Americans joined the Navy." He explained simply.

"So Disney's...bad?" She asked confused. How could Disney be bad, all the movies had happy endings and awesome songs to sing in the car!

"Yes, though I believe 'bad' is an understatement."

She looked at him as if she was trying to figure out if he was messing with her or not. "Hey, wanna see a trick I learned?" She asked out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Do you want to see a trick I learned?" She repeated.

"Uh, yes, go ahead."

She smiled and hopped off his couch. Grinning, she stood up straight and stretched her arms out to the sky. With a small giggle she bent over backwards and did two back flips before ending into a somersault and accidentally knocking into the wall. "Ouch!" She exclaimed rubbing her head.

Vic quickly went over to her. "Are you alright?" He asked pulling her up.

"Mm-Hm, just got an ouchie." She explained rubbing her hand. "You didn't make it better." She accused.

"What?"

"My ouchie, you need to make it better." She pouted.

"Do you want a bandage, it isn't bleeding." He pointed out wondering how he was supposed to make it stop hurting.

"No silly, you have to kiss it to make it better like Mama and Uncle Ollie and Aunt Dinah and them do." She sulked, rubbing her hand.

"That doesn't make sense. How could a kiss make physical pain stop when all it probably does is momentarily warm the area?" He wondered out loud.

"It just does." She huffed. "Now kiss it."

With a sigh he quickly gave his daughters hand a light peck. "See!" She exclaimed brightly jumping down. "All better!"

He blinked twice; unable to quite understand how that had worked. He figured the Illuminati were involved.

"Hey," Bella said suddenly staring intently at the wall. "What's that?" She asked pointing towards it.

He looked over at it. "That is The Conspiracy board."

"What's The Conspiracy?"

"Since the beginning of time there has been a group working on the sidelines, carefully orchestrating the events of humanity, but the common man prefers to think they don't exist." He explained. "They go by the name of The Illuminati."

"Huh, I guess I'm safe then since I'm a girl." She declared.

"No, 'common man' is an expression. You could be under their control, too."

She looked at him skeptically and read over the headlines. "Actors elected into public office, girl scouts starting those crop circle things, Disney being mind control for the Government. . ."

She looked at the board, than back at Vic. "Um. . .where did you hear about this?"

"Found out for myself."

"Oh." For a few minutes an unsettling silence occurred, then; "Well, I kinda believe the bullet one."

"The magic bullet? The one that has to do with Kennedy's assassination?"

"Yeah, I mean how could one bullet make seven holes in two people? And if you see how they went in, it's just a bit to ...coincidental."

"Not a coincidence, it's all part of The Conspiracy."

"And Disney and Scooby-Doo are all apart of it?" She asked in bewilderment.

"I believe so."

"Hmm..." She murmured beginning to wonder who Mama had left her with.

"Uh, I need to do some work." He explained.

"League work or work work?"

"League. Oliver said he'd watch you for a little while, is that okay?"

"Mm Hm." She smiled.

"Hey kiddo, how ya' been?"

"Fine. Hey did you know that Disney was an evil corporation bent on controlling unsuspecting Americans to do the Governments dirty work?" Bella asked.

Ollie turned to Vic. "Not even two days with you and she's already been corrupted. You've turned her from a sweet six-year-old to a paranoid, government-hating freak." He sighed shaking his head.

"Hurm." Was the only reply Q offered as he was teleported onto the Metro-Tower.

Ollie turned back to Bella. "So what's it like staying with him?"

"Mr. Vic? Well, he's really nice and helped me get Mr. Stitchy so he's not mean or anything. I don't think he's ever taken care of kids before though since he doesn't seem to really know what he's doing. Oh, he taught me a lot though, like that Disney is evil and Scooby-Doo is gonna end up helping the Illuminati take over the world. He's really nice but kinda creepy, like Santa Claus." She finished.

"Santa, eh?" Oliver chuckled.

"Mm-Hm." She nodded. "How's Mama and Aunt Dinah?"

"Well, your Aunt is currently scaring your poor old Uncle since she's a little mad that your Mother wanted you to stay with Question instead of her."

"Sounds about right." Bella said knowingly. Aunt Dinah sure could be mean to Uncle Ollie when she was mad. "What about Mama?"

"Eh, she's tough. She'll be fine munchkin." He assured her.

"Oh, I thought she was gonna be. I mean, duh, she's Mama; nothing can hurt her. But I wasn't sure 'cause everyone was acting really worried and I was just wondering."

He looked at her pink T-shirt. "Miss Chatterbox, eh, who got that for you?"

"Mama, she said it fit me perfectly but I don't know why." The little girl mused.

"It's a mystery." Ollie agreed. "Now if you don't mind, there's a little game going on between my city and Bruce's' and we have a little bet going on." Ollie smirked.

"So you're gonna spend all of your time with me watching the game?" She gasped sounding hurt.

". . .That was the plan." Ollie admitted sheepishly.

Bella crossed her arms and glared at him. "Does Aunt Dinah know?"

"No, and what your Aunt doesn't know won't hurt her." Ollie explained.

"Okay, just pleeeeeaaaaase don't fall asleep while the game's on." She begged.

"Alright, kiddo. Jeez, you think I'm that lame?"

Ten minutes later, Ollie was passed out.

"Ollllliiiiieeeee?" She tried.

"Uncle Ollie?" Nothing, she hoped he was still breathing.

"Uncle Oliver!"

"Mmmm, Dinah, five more minutes." He murmured, turning over on the couch.

"You're fired as my baby sitter." She muttered walking out of the living room. If Uncle Ollie was asleep than that meant she had to entertain herself.

What to do, what to do, what to do? She thought mentally reviewing all of the possibilities. She couldn't have a tea party since all her stuffed animals were home, she couldn't play with her dolls because they were at home to, and she couldn't watch TV because everything on was B-O-R-I-N-G boring.

What was a munchkin to do?

Slowly, an idea began to form in her head. She didn't really know the man she was staying with, and this was his house. A good place to learn about someone was where they lived, right?

She wandered through the small apartment searching for...well, she hadn't really thought of what she was looking for yet. She ventured down the hall and to the mans' bedroom.

It was a pretty boring room, and fairly messy. There were clothes thrown haphazardly around the room, a bed in the middle, and a dresser. Other than that the room was pretty empty. Her eyes latched onto a closet near the back and she walked towards it quietly, not wanting to wake up her Uncle.

She opened the door and peered inside. If she was expecting axes and hockey masks she was severally disappointed. She shoved away some of the trench coats and other clothes, finding the stupid thing to be empty. She was about to decide that she should leave the investigating stuff to Batman when suddenly she spotted a small box towards the back.

She bent down on her knees and crawled towards it. Scrunching her nose, she blew away the dust and opened the lid.

Her eyebrows went up in surprise. Now she got what this was, it was a memoir box, something Mama told her was a good thing to shove important stuff without a real purpose into. Mama had one in her closet, too.

It was pretty empty with only a few small things inside it. The first thing was a purple arrow that reminded her of her mothers. She picked it up and twirled it in her hand, it definitely looked like Mamas'. She turned her attention back to the box and pulled out a picture of her Mother.

She was sitting on a bed wearing dark lipstick with her hair down in what had to be the smallest nightgown Bella had ever seen and definitely the tightest. It was solid black and lacy with a very low cut in the front and matching fishnets under it with five inch heels. Her mother was looking at the camera, a small grin on her pursed-out lips with her eyes half closed.

She turned the photo over and read the back.

Dear Vic,

Happy V-Day babydoll. Thought this would get you in the mood for tonight.

Love,

Helena

P.S It's called V-Day for a reason.

Bella read the back curiously, wasn't V-day Valentines day? She wondered why Mama would wear something like that in February; it couldn't be very warm. Shrugging she put it down and picked up another photo.

Again, Mama was in it smiling, but someone else was too. It was Mr. Vic looking slightly uncomfortable. Mama was laughing and leaning close to him while he tried to look not as uptight as he felt with his arm around her. She didn't like how he was looking at Mama, like she was the only person in the world.

Then it hit her like a ton of rocks. That's why Mr. Vic didn't mind her staying here, he used to be Mamas' boyfriend! That meanie probably wanted to get back together with her. Which meant he was using her.

Bella frowned, an odd sense of anger pulsing through her.

She bet that they'd probably hugged and held hands and even kissed! She fought back the urge to hit something, no one got to do that to Mama except Daddy, whoever that was.

She'd never met him, but she still knew he must have been important to Mama. This meant that Mr. Vic was using her to get on Mamas' good side. That, that...jerk! How dare he!

No one used Isabella Rosa Bertinelli-Szazs and got away with it.

Frowning, she stood up. She wasn't a mean or bratty kid by nature, but she'd seen Martha Wayne throw tantrums on more than one occasion. She could do the whole brat-thing.

And she was going to be the most obnoxious, evil, bratty, little pain-in-the-neck he'd ever met.

A/N Vic is so in trouble.

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