The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

"That," Sloane said slowly, her voice carrying a note of genuine admiration that she wasn’t quite managing to hide behind her usual competitive register, "is actually brilliant."

"I have my moments."

"Don’t let it go to your head." But she was smiling when she said it, the kind of smile that made the dimple appear at the corner of her mouth. The towel had slipped lower on her shoulders and she hadn’t noticed. I noticed. I was making a concentrated effort not to keep noticing.

Diane was already in full planning mode. I could see it in the way she’d gone still, her posture shifting from relaxed weekend morning to CEO processing strategy in real time. Her mind was running scenarios, testing angles, building the narrative architecture that would hold this new story together. "Progressive manifestation would explain the compound expression, the unusual Core readings, everything. And it gives us cover for future developments without having to justify why we didn’t flag them earlier."

"How much future development are we actually talking about?" Sloane asked. Her eyes had gone sharp in a way that meant she was tracking something specific. "Because if you’re going to keep surprising us with new tricks every few months, that’s going to look less like progressive manifestation and more like you’re just making things up as you go."

I shrugged, trying for the kind of casual that I absolutely did not feel given that the actual answer was "whatever the gacha decides to give me next." "No way to know. Could be another function or two over the next year. Could be nothing for a while. Progressive manifestation is unpredictable by definition. That’s what makes it useful as a cover story."

"There’s another issue," Diane said, and the shift in her tone pulled both of us back to full attention. Her eyes had gone thoughtful in a way I’d learned to read as preliminary warning.

"If we’re framing this as progressive manifestation, we need to be very careful about the enhancement effect. Too many people getting stronger around you in measurable ways and someone with access to performance data is going to connect the dots."

"So we limit exposure," I said. "Family only until after graduation."

Sloane’s cheeks went pink at the word ’family’ and she adjusted her towel with hands that weren’t quite steady. The combination of being naked, talking about power, and hearing me claim her as family was apparently hitting all her buttons at once.

"That’s not realistic long-term," Diane continued. "At Halloran you’ll have training partners, sparring matches, group exercises. People will notice if everyone who works closely with you starts performing above their baseline."

She was right, and we all knew it. The enhancement effect was going to be impossible to hide once I was surrounded by ambitious Hero candidates who tracked their own performance metrics obsessively.

"We could frame it differently," Sloane said suddenly. "Instead of hiding the enhancement, what if we claim it’s inspirational rather than biological?"

I looked at her. "Explain."

"Some Heroes have documented psychological effects on their teammates. Morale boosters, confidence builders, that kind of thing. What if your enhancement isn’t a direct power transfer, it’s just that people perform better when they’re around you because you make them want to be stronger?"

Diane’s eyebrows rose. "Psychological enhancement versus biological enhancement. That’s actually clever. Much harder to prove, much easier to dismiss as coincidence or placebo effect."

"Plus it fits the compound manifestation narrative," Sloane continued, warming to the idea. "Force Manipulation for direct combat, precognition for tactical awareness, and psychological enhancement for team coordination. Three aspects of the same strategic mindset."

I stared at both of them, genuinely impressed. They’d just solved my biggest long-term problem without even knowing it. If people thought the enhancement effect was psychological rather than biological, they’d be looking for the wrong mechanism entirely.

"That could actually work," I said.

"Of course it could work," Sloane sniffed. "I’m not just a pretty face and explosions, you know."

"Could have fooled me."

She threw her towel at my head. I caught it and immediately regretted the decision when she was suddenly standing there completely naked again, water droplets still clinging to her skin and absolutely zero shame about the fact that her mother was three feet away.

"Sloane," Diane said mildly. "Clothes."

"He started it."

"I don’t care who started it. We’re having a strategic planning session, not a strip show."

Sloane rolled her eyes but walked over to Diane’s dresser and started pulling out clothes. "Can I borrow something?"

"Bottom drawer."

I tried very hard not to watch Sloane get dressed, but I was only human and she was putting on Diane’s underwear right in front of me. Black lace this time, smaller than what Diane usually wore, which meant it fit Sloane like it was painted on.

The Oracle Feed helpfully informed me that both women’s arousal levels were climbing again despite the serious conversation. Or maybe because of it. Planning how to hide my powers while they got dressed in front of me was apparently foreplay for the Fitzgerald household.

I was starting to understand why the System had been so confident about the integration framework succeeding.

"So we’re agreed?" Diane said, pulling on a silk robe. "Progressive manifestation with compound expression, psychological enhancement rather than biological, and we keep the real extent of your abilities limited to family discussion."

"Agreed," I said.

"Agreed," Sloane echoed, now wearing a borrowed dress that was definitely too big for her but somehow made her look even more appealing. "But I want to know when new functions develop.

"Deal."

Diane checked the clock on her nightstand. "It’s almost midnight and we haven’t eaten. We should probably get dinner started and pretend this was a normal family discussion instead of," she gestured vaguely at the destroyed bed, "whatever this was."

"This was integration," Sloane said firmly. "And it worked."

She said it with the same confidence she used when talking about her Detonation Aspect or her Halloran prospects. Like it was just another challenge she’d decided to master through sheer stubborn determination.

Which, knowing Sloane, was probably exactly how she was approaching it.

"Yes," Diane agreed, smiling at her daughter with something that looked like pride. "It did work."

They were both looking at me now, waiting for my assessment. Two of the most dangerous women in California, both enhanced beyond their natural limits by powers they didn’t understand, both committed to a relationship structure that would have been impossible to explain to anyone outside this room.

The smart thing would be to feel terrified. The reasonable thing would be to worry about what I’d gotten myself into.

Instead, I felt like I’d finally found something worth keeping.

"Yeah," I said, a genuine smile pulling at my lips. "It worked."

Sloane’s smile in return could have powered half of Verano.

In the corner of my vision, a new notification from the System silently populated. It was one I hadn’t seen before. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

\> NEW PROTOCOL UNLOCKED: THE FAMILY ACCORD.

\> WARNING: ALLIANCE BENEFITS ARE CONTINGENT ON MUTUAL TRUTH. ANY DECEPTION DIRECTED AT ACCORD MEMBERS WILL NOW INCUR SUBSTANTIAL PENALTIES.

My smile didn’t waver, but a cold knot formed in my gut. I still had secrets. Big ones. And the System had just put a gun to their heads.