I wasn't sure how we ended up walking around in our pajamas, but who could go back to math after such an interesting event?

"So your parents are both heroes? Man, between you and Iida, I don't know which of you got worse anxiety. Guess when your role models are heroes, you've got a lot to live up to."

She laughed and gave me a little push, making me wonder if I could keep making her laugh forever.

"What about your parents?" She asked, and I could see regret almost as soon as she said it. It sucked, but since then, I got new parents, ones I loved like they were blood.

"There's my mom, who was killed. My dad, the supervillain. Uh, my adopted mom, Harley Quinn, and her girlfriend Poison Ivy. I guess Bruce, too. I know he cares, but it's hard to connect with him. We're just too different."

Thinking about it for a moment, I supposed I was doing better than some, and I could live with that as we held hands and looked at the stars above.

Good things, of course, have to come to an end, but only getting a few minutes before a bright flash of light and Ivy and a woman I didn't know, but I knew I'd seen somewhere, showed up out of nowhere.

"What the hell?" Momo asked, but I had an idea why she was here.

"Batman was two steps ahead of us. The nurse here can make an antidote in like five minutes." I told Ivy, watching her sigh before pulling me into a hug.

"Come on, you're getting as bad as mom." I joked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I am kid, but I'm gonna teach you how to make antidotes yourself and control your pheromones. Trust me, it's easier than dealing with people who can't resist."

"So, this is the kid who managed to make you and Harley go soft?" The strange woman asked, and I realized where I'd seen her before. She was Zantana, the famous magician. She'd done shoes in Gotham before.

"Yep, that's me. Nice to meet you." I smiled, and for once, i was glad I was green. I could show off who's kid I was.

"Pay attention. First, here's how to make an antidote for our poison." Ivy told me, drawing my attention back to what she was doing, showing me which plants to use and how to mix them and making me repeat it step by step before doing the same, a small amount of a pink liquid in a weird leaf cup all I got for my work.

"Good work. Now, for your pheromones, since you're going through puberty, you can't just turn them off. What you can do is use soaps that block your pores, lotions with strong scents, and cologne or perfume. It'll eliminate the worst side effects."

She stood and moved to Momo, who tried to back away bit Ivy had vines hold her in place, checking her eyes.

"Good news, you don't seem to be having an effect on her. It's possible you're subconsciously not using your pheromones at all. But I have to know, why drop Tim for her?"

Jesus, how could she ask that, and especially in front of Momo? But I wasn't going to lie.

"Because she likes me, all of you me. She knows what a shifty person i am, but she still smiles at me."

She let Momo go, and I could see relief on her face.

Tim... I could see it. I could see the doubt in his eyes. He didn't totally trust me, and now he never would.

"Yeah. That's why I love your mom. Speaking of, while I'm here, you think she'd like this ring?" She asked, pulling a small box with a gold and silver ring inside, a diamond resting in the middle.

"Yeah? I mean, I don't think I've ever seen her wearing jewelry, but if it's from you, she'll love it." I told her, the point flying so high over my head I couldn't see it.

Momo looked at the ring, then me, then Ivy.

"Midoriya, I think she's planning on asking your mother to marry her."

One. Two. Three. Wait, no, that wasn't enough. I needed more time to think, to process what I'd just heard.

"Oh."

It was big. It was unexpected. It meant life was changing again, and for once, I didn't know how to deal with it. I was happy with things for once. Did they really have to change?

One. Two. Three. I could keep moving. I would survive, and I'd get to see them both happier than they'd been in a while. This was a good change.

figuring out how I felt, I hugged her with a laugh.

"It just makes our home a little closer. Also, I get how Zantana speaks Japanese with magic and all that, but how are you speaking Japanese?"

"Oh, I've been learning, so we can shit talk people when we're in public." She explained, getting a laugh out of me as I pulled away.

"Alright, there's a guy who can smell people, so you should probably bounce before he shows up. But, I'm happy for you. And I'm proud. I really am. I love you, Ivy. I can't wait until you're officially my Ma."

She rolled her eyes, but I could see her smiling as Zantana spoke weirdly, and two of them disappeared in a flash.

"That was... is that normal?" Momo asked me, looking concerned about what was a major breach of security now that the moment had passed.

I was busy floating around, admiring her from above until I actually heard what she was saying.

"Absolutely. Although, I've never met a magic user before, though. They tend to stay out of Gotham."

"So you believe in magic?"

Didn't everyone? Monsters , gods, and aliens all protected us.

"Of course I do. Forces beyond what we know or understand are all around us." I told her, my feet touching the ground as I looked to the dorms. We should probably head back before the others made up stories about what was happening.

Sleep came easy, even if my dreams didn't make any sense, a face staring back from the rooftop of a burning city, a monocle sitting neatly in his yellow eye, a mouth full of sharp teeth smiling at me right up until my alarm went off, and I had to get up and get ready for class, only together dragged away to a class for my written entrance exam.

Seriously? All that had happened, and I was still stuck taking this thing? Jeez, what a rip.

At least it wasn't so bad, turning in my test once I'd finished and waiting until the timer ran out just so I could nap.

The rest of my day went fairly smoothly, only having a small speed bump in art class, learning a little before before getting bored, and sketching out what I'd need in my costume.

Who cared about who made the art? Sure, it looked cool, but the way it made me feel was supposed to matter more than what kind of brush and how many strokes went into it.

"Midoriya, are you paying attention back there?"

Damn, caught in the act. At least my costume design looked pretty sick.

"Nah. My guardian is the wealthiest man alive. If I wanted to learn about art, I'd buy it." I told her, working on my suit design before she came up to me, a pink mist excluding from skin, the mist smelling like a fancy perfume.

"Interesting. I'm assuming the white parts of your costume allow you to produce more of your gas. I'll have to add something like that. Once I manage to work my pheromones to my advantage, I'll stop any lady villain in her tracks." I mumbled, already adding it to my latest design, Midnight bending over to give me pointers, her annoyance forgotten about as she put the rest of the class to sleep by mistake.

"Oops." She apologized, grabbing a megaphone from her desk to scream into, waking everyone up.

"Midoriya, pay attention from now on. My Somnambulist may not work on you, but I have other ways of making you behave."

Her tone was strange, and I had to wonder if she remembered i was sixteen. Surely, this was just some act she was doing to keep up her "risqué" image.

As soon as the day ended, I ended. Crashing out on my bed and ignoring the mountain of work I needed to do to catch up with the others for now. Besides the math, I wasn't worried about it anyway, sleeping until dinner and my workout with Kirishima.

Now that I was done with my distractions, I had no choice but to get to work, making my way through the topics I cared about with little issue and letting the work for math and art sit there. They could wait another day, couldn't they?

Laying in bed with my pig, texting a girl, and feeling like my body was gonna tear itself apart. Was there anything better?

Evidently, there was, going down to the front gate and getting my stuff. Thank God for overnight shipping and some of the best wifi on the planet. In twenty minutes, I was playing my Waynestation, Pausing to text Momo every time I died. Life was good, and I was having a good time, even with an overwhelming sense that I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve the kindness it took to get where I am.

There was only one way to make this feeling go away, walking to the school building and looking for a staff member.

"What are you doing, problem child?"

Aizawa was standing in a doorway, and I could see other staff members sitting around. Of course, the teachers lounge. Why hadn't I thought to look there first?

"Yo, Hobo-man! Thanks for the flower. It made my stay in the hospital much nicer. I put in on my desk in my room." I called, waving to the tired hero, who sighed and closed the door behind him.

"Do you need something?" He asked me, looking annoyed with me.

The mask slipped, and my confidence disappeared.

"Kamino. When the battle happened, we did so much damage."

He didn't seem to understand where I was going, but i could see he did look slightly more intrigued now.

"My life is easy. It's been easy since I got my powers. I want to earn this peace and help clean up the mess I helped make."

There was no change in his features, but he opened the door behind him.

"Principal Nezu, Midoriya here would like to ask you a question."

Aww, no way the little fluffy teddy bear in the suit was the principal. He was adorable, like a happy little Build-A-Bear.

"Hello Mr.Midoriya, how are you?" He asked, lifting a tea cup with a smile.

"I'm... I'm guilty, sir. I've been guilty for months since I got off scot-free from jail, and I can't stand it anymore. I'm guilty now because Kamino was destroyed and turned to rubble because of my family. My father. My own hands."

Feeling tears in my eyes, I blinked them back, hating how weak it made me feel.

"I want to go help the rebuilding efforts because this guilt is consuming me. I can't live with the actions I've committed, so let me do something I can be proud of, please."

Admitting such a thing in front of a crowd of people, some of whom I didn't know, It made me want to curl up and die. They would judge me now, build up a mental image of me that didn't match who I was.

"That's a wonderful idea. You will need to be supervised, but I'm sure we'll be able to swing it most days. However, if you are given this privilege, you'll need to be on your best behavior, and should this become a detriment to your academics, you will lose this privilege."

This was great, I could make a real difference.

"I understand, sir. Thank you for this." I told him, and I knew enough to bow to him, grateful for the opportunity granted to me now.

"If that's all, then you may return to your evening."

"Thank you, sir." I bowed again, deep as I could, before

I left them to their business.

Now that it was taken care of, I had one more chance to do better. To be better.