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This is the stupidest thing I have ever done, but Dad told me I need to make the universes a better place. Sylvia thought, holding a box of a crime lord’s favorite sweets. Yes, she was taught how to create peace in the way of the Doves. But that peace meant bloodshed. If she was granted with the ability to give life and to heal, injuring another life wouldn’t serve much of a purpose.
Even if that meant her delivery was for Black Mask. This is going to be easy, you said. Oh, you’ll be fine you said.
Sylvia popped into the reality of Gotham, literally, and tried her best to sneak in the low light of Gotham’s alleyways. She knew that this wouldn’t solve Gotham’s issues over night, but if she was already able to put Riddler and Scarecrow in a chokehold with her skills as a baker and chef, she had confidence this would be a no brainer--
SMACK.
Sylvia’s small and short frame was knocked into, the cupcakes in their paper box squished into her face.
“Gee willickers, Batman,” she swore. Her eyes shot up and saw...Arsenal??!
“Do you know what you just---Why the heck are you here?”















