"So how do I hold this thing?" Metrocity asked, trying to position the bat. She kept trying to wield it like a weapon, but every time she did, even when she hit the ball, Bernard seemed to get frustrated with her. At first it had amused her, but now it just downright annoyed her. If she hit the ball, shouldn't it not matter how she held the bat?

Apparently not.

"Like this." Bernard showed her, poising in front of her with his own bat. Metrocity tried to copy him, but ended up falling down. "Here," Bernard said as she picked herself up. "Let me show you." Bernard stood behind Metrocity in her Aiyana disguise as she positioned herself, then walked up to her and moved her around.

First he flipped her so her dominant hand was facing the pitching mound, pushed her feet apart until they were shoulder-length, and turned her upper half so she faced the mound. Then, taking Metrocity by complete surprise, he leaned over her and set his hands over hers, moving them farther apart, twisting them just so, and stepping back.

Then he simply walked back to the pitcher's mound, and tried again. Needless to say, she hit the ball that time—and broke the bat.

***Break***

"Now, when you carry the equivalent, drop the narsitoces, reconfigure the alienation factoid, convert HXY4/9X2-11, and subtract," Metrocity explained, and Bernard gave her one of those looks of cluelessness, which made her sigh in exasperation. "Use your calcoolator!" she told him, giving up. No wonder he schmoozed all the teachers. The fathead could barely figure out a simple mathematical equation on paper, let alone his head!

"We've been running over these problems for an hour, Aiyana," Bernard said, standing up from the bench they were sitting at. "Why don't we take a break?"

"Fine, but keep an eye on your watch. You'd be surprised how fast time flies when your mind is off in another world."

"Speaking of flying..." Bernard said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh no you—" But she was too slow. Bernard grabbed her by the waist and started flying up, Metrocity kicking and screaming at him as they rose. "NO, NO, NO! PUT ME DOWN, BERNARD! PUT ME DOWN!"

***Break***

Roxanne watched as Metrocity walked up the stairs, dog-tired and covered in minor scratches—again. "I'm worried about Metrocity," she told Megamind, and this time Megamind didn't dismiss it. He was worried, too. "She's been coming home even more battered than when she was openly Metro Boy's enemy. She's going to get hurt one of these days—hurt badly!"

"I've noticed," Megamind said, setting Song into her crib. "And I've also noticed she's been much more...innerdly-drawn lately. And expressing less and less an urge to openly eradicate every inch of Metro DNA and/or paraphernalia. It's very strange!" Roxanne nodded.

"Maybe it was a bad idea to send her to school...maybe we should just pull her out and set everything back the way it was." Megamind shook his head.

"I'm every bit as worried as you are, Roxanne, but if I've learned one thing in sixteen years of evil parenting, it's that the worst thing you can do is interrupt an experiment half-way through."

"What does experimentation have to do with parenting?"

"I have absolutely no idea! Anyway, I think we should wait a little longer—she's only been enrolled three weeks. Give her one more, and if Metro Man's son isn't dead yet, we'll take her out." Roxanne was hesitant, but after a moment of thought, agreed.

"I suppose so. And Megamind?"

"Yes?"

"It's inwardly, not innerdly."

Author Comments:

Ehk. Another of those icky Transitions. I think it was pretty good for a tranition though. The first two stanza's are just two instances of their time together...XDXD

Also, yes, I did make up that mathematic jargon. No, Yahooing it won't do you any good. It isn't real. XDXD