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Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[backwordscompatible]

Parallel dimension. Same as everyone over the age of 18. Including my dad.

[imaginate]

So there was no one to come and help you, and you had no other choice.

[He doesn't like it, necessarily, but he understands.] What happened then?

[backwordscompatible]

Well...I blacked out, and woke up with a lungful of seawater and the worst headache since having to listen to Harm ramble on about himself in the third-person for hours.

[In other words, putting on the Helmet was her last memory. Meaning she was brought here from the moment she was still inside.]

[imaginate]

Wait. I have no idea how your body could have been pulled here like that, unless you're actually a clone.

[backwordscompatible]

[Funny you should mention clones]

Jury's still out on that one, actually. [No, really] But it would explain why the Helmet's here, too.

[imaginate]

I have no idea how cloning would work with my ring, either. [Not that it couldn't...]

[backwordscompatible]

[Shrug]

Anyways, to make a long story short, either the Emperor's summoning magic split us apart in the trip over here...or, like you said, I could be a clone. Which would mean my soul is still trapped inside.

[imaginate]

If you acquired the Helmet, would you be able to tell? Or get it out?

[He has no idea how this works and he comes from comics, ok.]

[backwordscompatible]

I have absolutely no idea.

It radiates power as it is. I can sense it, but I can't tell whether the power's coming from me or Doctor Fate. The only way to actually tell what's inside might be to put it on again, which...yeah.

[So not happening. For once, she actually learned her lesson.]

[imaginate]

No, and don't even think about it. [He glances briefly at his ring before looking back at her.] Are the others - from your future? Did you ask how it worked out?

[backwordscompatible]

Robin's not, but he knows the whole story. I told him about a while ago. I...had asked him to do something. Because I do know what happens.

[She's not going to go into detail as to how, because that doesn't matter as much as the fact that she knows.]

[imaginate]

What happens? And how did you find out?

[She's not getting out of this one easily - he's giving all emotional support he can because this is important, damnit.]

[backwordscompatible]

It doesn't matter, because it's not going to happen.

[imaginate]

[Firmly:] If it's that important, you're going to need all the help you can get. [Okay, he didn't always act like the guy who knew as much as he did, but things like this? He could try.]

[backwordscompatible]

[A pause.]

[He was right.]

[She hated that he was right.]

You're not from our world, Kyle. And even if you were, my dad doesn't know you like he knows Robin. You'd never be able to convince him--

[shoot]

[imaginate]

Convince him... not to take your place as the host?

[screw this possession shit seriously he's hoping it's not the case.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Nope.]

[For once, she's the one clamming up. Because saying it aloud would be the equivalent of admitting that it was going to happen. Which it wasn't. She refused. She couldn't lose her dad; he was all she had.]

[imaginate]

[Aw hell.

He kneels down and hugs her tightly.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She returns it, equally tight, burying her face in his shoulder. There were no tears, but looking him in the eye wasn't much of an option right them.]

[At one point, she manages to mumble something that vaguely sounds like 'Robin promised', if he listened closely. There was still a chance. Robin was from before her point in time, which meant he had time to stop it from happening. She wasn't giving up yet.]

[imaginate]

[He's close enough to hear it, and notes it as something he needs to discuss with Dick at the earliest opportunity, or at least, offer the assistance he can.

He hasn't let go, yet.] We'll find a way. Trust me.

[This was why he didn't want children. He couldn't imagine them going through this, if something like it happened t him.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She nods against him, also not letting go.]

[After everything...a hug was just what she needed right then. Warm and secure and Kyle was large enough that her small frame could easily get lost in his brotherly embrace.]

[imaginate]

[He pats her shoulder gently with an arm that's still wrapped around her.] Should I carry you home, Princess?

[backwordscompatible]

[That earns a somewhat ironic laugh out of her, and she shakes her head against him. Even though she's still holding on, her head tilts to one side so he can hear her.]

I have legs, last time I checked.

[imaginate]

It can't hurt to have a dashing hero rescuing you, can it? [He pulls away slightly to grin at her; he's still kneeling down.] Okay fine. When I have enough charge for proper armour and a horse.

[backwordscompatible]

[The smile widens a little more. She can't even bring herself to roll her eyes.]

I'll remember that.

You owe me a horse, Hero.