All My Toys: 288

Previously on All My Toys (it's important to read this in the vertical moving scroll style like in the beginning of those space movies, but with a catchy soap opera song in the background)

Following the events of the All My Toys false finale, Miss M and Bruce Wayne were set to ride off into the sunset with plans for a wedding, where they would be one big happy family with their daughter Yvie. Unknown to Miss M, the Baroness was plotting the death of the poor dork girl, and enlisted the help of Deathstroke. On the wedding day in December of 2024, the Baroness was unable to take the hit on Miss M and instead Bruce was shot seemingly by Deathstroke where he subsequently died.

Only he really didn't die. Flash forward ten years later, and a grown up Yvie embarked on an adventure to change history and save her dad. Which, she was successful in doing even though there were some hiccups. Like, no one got shot this time, but Mr. Wayne did end up suffering an aneurysm. Which caused him to fall into a coma. For like a big chunk of 2025. And upon waking up, suffered the trope as old as time: amnesia. Thus forgetting about his love for Miss M and the unique circumstances of how Yvie came into the world. Ever a standup man, one of the few billionaires to claim that title, Bruce decided to still work towards being a dad to Yvie.

A bitter custody battle brewed with Moth Lady returning to town after hearing of the trauma Yvie was put through. (At one time Miss M's soul was trapped in Moth Lady's body, Yvie was conceived during this over the top story). Since Moth Lady and Bruce Wayne were viewed as the parents in the court's eyes, Miss M was shut out of any custody arrangement losing rights to see her daughter. 

And now, this is where we find our dear dorkette. Starting over and trying to make sense of what this new world might look like. A world that is scarier than before both on a personal and global scale. What fresh new dramas will unfold? Click the link below to find out...

The past. December 2024. An hour after the failed wedding of Miss M and Bruce Wayne...

Baroness: What the hell was that? We had a deal and you screwed me over!

Deathstroke: I'm not sure I follow.

Baroness: Oh, we're going to play dumb? I have to deal with the twins and know about dumb. That doesn't work on me. How did this happen? Did you alter my gun? Miss M is still standing. You were my backup if something went wrong!

Baroness: And now her fiance is in the hospital. He suffered from some head injury. Did you shoot him?

Deathstroke: No. Well, I was on orders to. But I didn't shoot him. Didn't get the chance.

Baroness: Whose orders? That was never the plan. I asked you to join me to wipe that annoying dorky woman off the map. Not Bruce Wayne. Who the hell cares about him?

Deathstroke: No one will be wiping the dorky woman off the map. I'm sorry I was not honest, but let me be very clear now. I work for someone higher up on the food chain. And once this person got wind of your plan, I was entrusted to follow through with a new plan. I was also paid substantially more than what you were offering, which I am still expecting the rest of what you owe me.

Baroness: You won't be seeing another cent from me. You just made a big mistake. Fool. I am a part of Cobra. And you will feel its fangs.

Deathstroke: Really? The person I work for, they have their hand in certain funding that Cobra receives. This is bigger than some petty grievance of yours Baroness. I suggest you stand down, you don't want to deal with the fallout.

Baroness: Is that so? I have vaults I can hide in. You don't scare me. Now, who do you work for?

Deathstroke: I can't share that information. But know this, it's over. If you continue your plot to kill Miss M, this will not end well for you. There are multiple eyes watching you.

Baroness: Very well. I was growing rather bored of all this anyway. But tell your boss to be careful. Because if I ever find out who got in my way, it'll be the end.

Deathstroke: (sigh) Of course Baroness. Whatever you say. 

The present

Miss M: So the new place is coming together. It's a little small. But it's nice.

Glo: Honey, you were living in a giant mansion. A regular house would be small. I do like this though. Real cute. How are you holding up?

Miss M: Eh. I've been better. I am thankful that Moth Lady and Bruce both agreed that I could have Yvie over for one weekend out of the month. I'm still shocked that I was removed from any custody agreement. I mean, Glo, I'm her mom too. And it's like none of that matters.

Glo: I don't get that. It's been proven that the three of you all have biological ties to Yvie. Your just as much her parent as they are.

Miss M: Yeah, but the court system has not caught up to the unique circumstances of her birth.

Glo: How is Yvie managing all of this?

Miss M: It's been weird. She was really confused at first, but she thought her dad died at the wedding ya know? She wants to be by his side. When she's here or with Moth Lady, she's constantly wanting to check on him and make sure he is ok. I also left Chewie at the mansion so she'd have some cuddly support.

Glo: Dang. Had to give up your dog too. I feel for you girl. This is not easy. But, we're all here to support you. And next time you have Yvie let me know, I'll bring Layla by and we can have a play date or something. Our girls are gonna grow up to be besties like us, I have no doubt!

Miss M: I love that idea. But enough about me, how are things with you? Since you've moved back, have you found any opportunities to sing? Any gigs? Or whatever the correct wording is?

Glo: I've taken a little bit of a break from singing. For now.

Miss M: Oh, but you loved it so much? I'm sorry for bringing this up Glo.

Glo: It's ok. I loved being on tour. Singing and sharing that with people, it's my love. My passion. But, ya know, I was missing out on too much with Layla. So, I'm just regrouping. If I do find anything, it will be maybe with something local. As much as I wanted to be worldwide famous, it kinda helps with keeping a low profile. Does your dad every have try outs for his lounge?

Miss M: Umm, maybe? That might be a last resort though... 

Glo: Yeah. Sure. Don't think I'm a good fit?

Miss M: Oh no! Not at all. It's just. Complicated. I support you, it's more my dad. 

Glo: I get. Say no more. Besides, I'm not ready to put myself back out there. Speaking of being ready, you haven't said a darn word about Detective Dick.

Miss M: Oh lord! Detective Dick huh? I mean there isn't much to say. We've just been reconnecting.

Glo: I call bull. Now you know damn well that fine man has been more than just an old friend reconnecting. The two of you were hot n heavy back in the day. 

Miss M: We were young and stupid. I had no clue how to show up in a relationship back then. I am just enjoying this moment, it's nice spending time with Dick. I have no idea where this is going to go, and that is perfectly ok.

Glo: Well, I like it. He's still a little uptight, but I like seeing the two of you hang out. 

Miss M: Mmhmm.

Glo: Ok girl, I'm off. I'll see you later, and thank you for today. This was much needed.

Miss M: I feel the same way. I'll talk to you soon!

Across town,

Deathstroke: I appreciate the time, and I am here to insist that I would like the rest of my payment. I have held up my end of our little deal. 

???: Of course. Sort of at least. The deal was death. 

Deathstroke: The outcome was still satisfactory though. 

???: I don't mind making sure you are paid accordingly, so let's talk of some other opportunities to bring you closer to what is owed.

Deathstroke: I'm not interested. I've already done more than what was asked of me. I only want what's owed. 

???: and you will.

Deathstroke: No. Enough. Either pay me what is owed or I blow up your entire operation. 

???: I see. I don't take kindly to threats. I think we might actually be done here...

Back to M's place...

Knock, knock

Miss M: Come in, door is unlocked! Oh hi!

Dick Tracy: Ya know, you really shouldn't leave your door unlocked. And hi.

Miss M: I know, but Glo just left and I had to send an email real quick about a deadline for the blog. This is a nice surprise.

Dick Tracy: I know. I apologize for not calling, but I was in the neighborhood. I also found your bracelet in my car from Saturday night.

Miss M: Oh my goodness I was beginning to think I was losing it because I couldn't find it! The clasp needs to be repaired.

Dick Tracy: Yeah. Well I know a guy, if you need the information.

Miss M: That's really sweet. I will probably need it. 

Dick Tracy: Ok. Umm...

Miss M: About...

Miss M and Dick Tracy in unison: Sorry. You go first.

Dick Tracy: Please, you go first.

Miss M: I'm really glad you came by. Because Saturday was a lot of fun, but I also feel like I kinda spazzed out on you.

Dick Tracy: You were fine. I know what you have been through this past year, and I have no intention of rushing you. I just really enjoy your company.

Miss M: I do too. I mean, I never expected to see you again after we broke up back then. But, it also feels weird to be on a date. I feel guilty. Like, I'm doing something wrong.

Dick Tracy: I understand. You've experienced a weird loss, he's still alive but he has no recollection of you. And it had to end. But M, what else should you do? Stop living your life and just wait for him to remember? That might never happen. 

Miss M: I know. Logically that makes sense. It just all feels so weird.

Dick Tracy: I know, and I don't mean to sound pushy or telling you how to manage this. I just don't want you to beat yourself up. It's a really difficult situation, and I am just glad you are trusting me to be a source of support for you.

Miss M: You really have been. You've been such a great listener. We've been going out to all these fun places. I just, on Saturday, it felt like the fun was getting to a point where I wanted to kiss you.

Dick Tracy: I wanted to kiss you too.

Miss M: And I just panicked. It felt familiar and new at the same time and I got nervous...

Dick Tracy: Yeah, I know. So, maybe next time we don't put any pressure on anything, we just have fun. Maybe going out with your friends like we've mostly been doing?

Miss M: Yeah, I think that would be nice.

Dick Tracy: Great, because I have to tell you...

Buzz buuz!

A voice from Dick Tracy's watch: Tracy! Calling Tracy! 

Dick Tracy: Yeah?

???: Homicide reported, linking coordinates to you now. 

Dick Tracy: Alright. I'm headed that way. I'm so sorry M.

Miss M: No. I understand.

Dick Tracy: We'll pick up on this later?

Miss M: Sure. Absolutely. Be safe.

Dick Tracy: Of course. Have a nice evening. Oh, lock your door!

Miss M: Well. Looks like it's gonna be a quiet night full of frozen pizza and catching up on Heated Rivalry. It's go time.

Across town...

Dick Tracy: So, explain again how you found the body?

Alf: Well, ya see, I was hungry. And it's frowned upon in my neighborhood to eat the stray cats...

Dick Tracy: Excuse me?

Alf: Stray cats. A delicacy where I am from. Anyway, I was craving pizza. And I remembered they were building a new pizza place here. So, I couldn't tell if the place was open or closed, the door was open. I meandered in and that is when I saw the body. Clear as day. And I've seen enough tv shows to know that I didn't check the body for a pulse or touch anything. Aside from the door handle. 

 

Dick Tracy: Then you called the police?

Alf: Technically 911 first. And then they called the police. Say, do you know when this place will be open for business? The reviews from their other location look pretty good.

Dick Tracy: I have no idea.

Alf: That's a shame. Shame about that guy too. He looked pretty important.

Dick Tracy: What do you mean?

Alf: Look at him. That's not a normal get up for people in this area. Looks like a mercenary or Halloween themed Deadpool.

Dick Tracy: Ok. I think that's all. Do you mind waiting outside for me in case I have any further questions? We will also need a formal statement.

Alf: Dang. I just wanted to eat some dinner. And eh, we can forget the cat comments right?

Dick Tracy: Believe me, I have already forgotten.

Alf: Nice. Looks like I'll be missing a meal though...

Dick Tracy: (shakes head)

Dick Tracy: (speaks to smart watch) Calling in, yeah where is the crime scene unit? We have a body here, I have the witness outside now. I also need you to pull any info on who owns this building. And any information you can find on a man that goes by Deathstroke...

All My Toys is back! Get ready for more soapy toy drama you will ever know what to do with. Also, I want to add info with how you can help support people and communities in need. I have never asked for money for my writing and that will never change, but I will ask if you can please donate (if you can) to a family in need. If you can't donate right now, please spread the word to those who might be able to. Thank you so much and thank you for supporting my dorky blog. Hugs to you all. 

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