A/N: Hello everyone! It's been... er... nine months since I updated this story. I'M SO SORRY!! And I also feel bad that this chapter is only 5k words or so long, but at least it's a chapter? Sports Festival should be next. Sorry for such a long wait, but HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! I wanted to get this out by Christmas to make everyone smile. :3 Did ya smile? I hope so. I also added some edits to the previous chapters, but I'll post those at a later date because uploading even just one chapter takes me the better part of an hour. No joke. (No seriously, she's not in this chapter. Lol)

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Izuku smirked as he laid on his bed. Hisashi was a little smarter than he'd given him credit for—the man hadn't laid a finger on him, and instead sent him to his room. He'd locked the door from the outside—switching the door handle out for one that Izuku couldn't pick the lock of. No food, of course, and no water.

But Izuku had been counting on this. He'd stocked up years of evidence against this man. Videos, audio, photos, written threats... everything he could get his hands on. He'd even recorded that one day that he'd revealed he wasn't Izuku's biological father.

Hisashi was smart enough to know that giving Izuku bruises when he attended U.A. was a bad idea. But the man had underestimated Izuku's ability to make connections. He knew Izuku was a Heroics student, because his mother was just so proud and wanted his 'father' to be proud, too, but he mistakenly thought that he was a nobody in the class. After all, who would pay much (positive) attention to the Quirkless Heroics kid?

So he didn't bother even considering the fact that Izuku's teachers would notice an absentee student on Monday. Because they'd never noticed at his other school, and they'd certainly never cared. And maybe the excuse of him not feeling well could've worked, had he not taken Izuku's cell phone, turned it off, and shoved it in a locked drawer in the kitchen.

Because Izuku knew his teachers would send him messages asking him if he was okay, and when they didn't get a response they'd worry. If a strange man answered the house phone when he'd blatantly told them his mother was essentially single, that'd only set off more alarm bells.

And Izuku was certain that they'd come looking for him. The only hitch in his plan was his mother—he needed to make sure she was safe. But he had no way of getting out of his room right now (without busting down the door). The handle Hisashi had changed didn't even have a keyhole on this side, and a deadbolt was pretty freaking hard to slip a credit card through. His window was bolted shut and made of bulletproof glass (something Hisashi had insisted upon years ago, citing the bad neighborhood).

It was annoying, really. But again, Izuku had planned for this. It's why he'd downloaded a new app onto his phone on the way home from school on Friday. It allowed him to send a text on a timer—even when his phone was out of commission (he'd honestly half-expected Hisashi to destroy the thing).

He glanced at his alarm clock. It was Monday afternoon, and he was certain his teachers were concerned, now. School had gotten out ten minutes ago, which meant his text would go out in five.

He smirked. Hisashi wouldn't know what hit him. He waited another five minutes after the text went out before moving to sit by his window.

It was only ten minutes after that that he saw a worried Ectoplasm standing in the tree outside said window. He smiled when he saw him, and the teacher looked relieved.

Until Izuku held up a sign he'd written.

'Window's bolted shut. Door's locked from the outside. Before you do anything, please take my mother somewhere safe—she's in danger.'

Ectoplasm's gaze became sharp and serious as he nodded and vanished from view. A clone, then, likely sent to check up on him. That meant that Ectoplasm was still at U.A. with the other teachers, who had now been alerted to the situation.

Good. Now, all Izuku had to do was wait.

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Aizawa Shouta had woken up that morning with a headache. That was always a sign of a bad day. The last time he'd woken up with a headache had been the morning of the USJ Incident, so he was already on edge.

His gut was rolling, trying to tell him something was wrong, but he really couldn't tell what it was. Hizashi was fine, and all his cats were awake and healthy. That meant that it was likely something that'd happen later in the day. He took some extra precautions just in case.

It wasn't until he started homeroom that he realized that Midoriya was missing. The kid hadn't been so much as late once, let alone absent. He'd checked his phone the first chance he'd gotten, but there was no message from the kid. Nothing unusual on the news, either. So if he'd gotten into trouble, it was the quiet kind, which was typically the more dangerous kind.

At lunch, he'd asked the other staff members if they knew anything, but Nezu had worriedly confirmed that Midoriya hadn't set foot on campus since Friday. U.A. had 'homeschool' Saturdays, which most students took as a two-day weekend. Though the extra day of rest doubled as a full day of training opportunity for the students who were more serious about heroics.

It gave opportunity for students in non-hero courses to study under a teacher one-on-one (or in small groups depending on how many students wanted to join) using the facilities on campus. That way, if someone wanted to transfer to heroics, they had the option for the same sort of training as the current heroics students. U.A. did try to be fair to everyone, after all. Midoriya had, thus far, used his Saturdays for training.

The fact that he hadn't shown up was concerning, but they'd just assumed that he'd taken the extra day to rest—he did work hard, after all, and sometimes he ran the teachers into the ground.

Perhaps that was their first mistake.

Now, it looked like Midoriya could be missing. And possibly could've been missing since Friday afternoon. But who would be able to kidnap Robin of all people? Surely, he would've found a way to contact them?

For the briefest of moments, Shouta had the sickening thought that he'd somehow been pulled back to the past. That he'd never see the kid again, and he was already gone.

"Give it until after school." Nezu advised. "If we haven't heard from him by then, we'll check on him at his house."

Shouta didn't like that course of action, but he nodded along anyways. His gut may have been rolling, but it was still in the 'something's going to happen' sort of way, not the 'someone you care about is in imminent danger' kind of thing.

The end of the school day couldn't come fast enough. All the staff members were twitchy and nervous, even All Might, who Shouta thought hated the kid.

"Any news?" Nezu asked, tail flicking in concern.

"No, none of us have heard anything." Ectoplasm sighed. Just then, a notification pinged on the Staff Group Chat, to which they'd added Midoriya.

Robin: Hi~! This is a timed message. If you're reading this, then my phone is temporarily out of commission. Sorry. If you're gonna check up on me, then please come to my window, not the door. If you don't see me, then I'm probably in trouble. If that's the case, I swallowed a tracking device that Nezu-sensei can trace~!

They all stared at the message. "A timed message, huh?" Shouta sighed. "So he knew something was up." His gaze flickered to Ectoplasm, who nodded.

"My clone is already en route to the apartment we've got on file."

"So now, what? We wait?" Hizashi scowled.

"We need to know what we're getting ourselves into." All Might said. "For all we know, rushing to the apartment would cause more harm than good."

Ectoplasm jolted suddenly, as he tended to do when a clone dispelled and he was suddenly and unexpectedly bombarded with memories. "Well, shit just got more complicated." He sighed. "He's safe, or at least he's awake and seems unharmed, but his window is bolted shut and his door's locked from the outside. He's stuck in his bedroom. He also says his mother is in danger, and to make sure she's safe."

"Did he say anything else?" All Might asked. "Like what's going on?"

"Hold on; my other clone's still there." He explained. He didn't jolt this time. "He says that he'll explain in person after we rescue him. And he actually requested that All Might come along."

"Me?"

Shouta was just as surprised. Midoriya made it no secret that he disliked the Number One Hero.

"Yeah. Said it's 'just in case' because his captor has 'connections he'd rather not take chances with'. Or something like that."

"Well, then. Our student is in trouble." Nezu grinned as he climbed onto Shouta's shoulder. "So let's go on a rescue mission."

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"Ugh. I'm bored." Izuku decided. "Being a prisoner sucks. It's so boring!" He complained. Hisashi had taken out his computer while he'd been at school on Friday, so he couldn't alleviate his boredom there, and he'd tried to kick him around a bit earlier, after Ectoplasm left. Tried, being the keyword, because the worst he'd retained from said 'beating' was some mild bruising (he didn't want to make the man suspicious by suddenly fighting back, either. His teachers would come soon enough, and then he could spring his trap).

Either way, Hisashi hit like a pussy and Izuku was still bored. He didn't like waiting around for a rescue team, but it was better than busting out of there and risking dragging civilians into this fiasco. If the heroes came to him, then they could help him if Hisashi decided to call in All For One as backup. If Izuku broke out alone, then he'd be up against the Villain equivalent of All Might and his merry band of misfits alone.

While it wouldn't be the dumbest thing he'd ever done, he liked to think himself smarter than that. Besides, Aizawa would have his head if he put himself in harm's way without a decent backup plan.

Izuku was honestly surprised that Hisashi hadn't had him kidnapped, yet—not that he was complaining, mind you. With a guy who wielded a Warp Quirk, it'd be far too easy to just whisk him away. He'd managed to do some research after USJ. The League of Villains was just too convenient. They were too organized to be led by a child like Shigaraki.

That meant that someone else was pulling the strings. Someone who had a mind that looked to the future. A planner. A chess player. Someone who was used to pulling strings and content to sit back and let others have the spotlight.

The criteria fit All For One perfectly. With a little hacking and background research, he managed to figure out a few interesting things regarding Shigaraki.

His original name had been Shimura, not Shigaraki, and he'd accidentally murdered his family at a young age when his Quirk came in. At least, that's what the police assumed happened. The kid had never been found. Reports say that he likely got scared and ran, and he was jotted down as missing and lost in the system.

Six years later, however, a young boy matching the description of Shimura was spotted fleeing from the scene of a gruesome crime—a woman had her face disintegrated and she'd choked to death on her own blood. Police had nearly caught him, but he'd somehow managed to escape into the shadows. It sounded a lot like Kurogiri's Quirk.

The connection Izuku found, however, was in the disappearance of the only police officer that'd seen the kid. He vanished like he'd never existed in the first place.

Similar disappearances had been tracked throughout the last hundred years or so, leaving Izuku to believe that this man had a longevity Quirk. But others claimed something far more terrifying—he could take other people's Quirks as his own.

After he'd heard that rumor years ago, he'd looked into those mysterious disappearances a little closer. They all were seemingly random at first. A cop here, a hero there, a civilian or two now and then... but the curious thing is that the investigations were shallow and short, like it was merely a procedure rather than a true investigation. As if they weren't really trying to find these people, or solve the murders (in the rare occasion a body surfaced).

He saw signs of memory alterations in several cases. Some people who poked their noses where it didn't belong ended up going mad and killing themselves. Izuku quickly realized that these cases were cover-ups. And there was one distinct connection between them all. Every single case file had been locked in the police records. There was nothing particularly high-profile about these cases... nothing that would require them to be locked. But they were, and they were incorrectly marked as 'solved'. This meant that nobody would snoop—even accidentally.

Unless that person was Robin, of course. Because he always stuck his nose in where it didn't belong. The only reason he thought to link these cases to All For One was a single case—the one that'd been beyond locked. In fact, someone had tried to erase all traces of it in the system, and nearly succeeded.

A cop had gone missing only to turn up again six days later. His escape was obviously an accident, as he was found dead in his home a week after his hospital release, supposedly from a suicide. The kicker? When he'd shown back up, his Quirk—Air Walk—was gone. Izuku knew only one man who could make someone's Quirk disappear so wholly.

It really wasn't that hard to figure out, especially when the man had seemed perfectly sane just days before his suicide. Not to mention the locked—nearly erased—file. And the man had given one testament that Izuku was sure was the reason why All For One had tried to erase the case entirely.

"He had white hair, and evil eyes. I've never met a man so wholly powerful or evil in all my life. He stole my Quirk."

That was all he'd said before clamming up. Not that he blamed him. Izuku imagined that he'd be traumatized, too, if he'd been born with a Quirk that was suddenly taken away.

There was a light rapping on his window, and he looked over to find Maijima and Thirteen there. He shot them a grin as Maijima quickly got to work on the window.

Somehow, this scenario reminds me of Harry Potter. He silently mused to himself as he pried up a loose floorboard and snatched a small satchel. He hid it in his pocket as he heard someone knock on the front door.

He raised an eyebrow at the two who were making quick work of the window as he heard Aizawa's voice carry softly down the hallway. Ah. So he's the distraction. Izuku realized.

"Come on." Thirteen urged quietly as they silently opened the window. Izuku was quick to slip out into Maijima's grasp as they quickly climbed down the tree. "All right, Eraserhead. We've got him." They explained through an earpiece.

Izuku smirked as he heard the commotion from his apartment, only wincing lightly when he was set down on the ground. Damn, it was bright outside.

"Are you hurt?" Thirteen asked, noticing the wince.

"Just some bruising, nothing major. He hits like a wuss. Mostly, it's just bright."

Maijima snorted lightly at his jab while Thirteen shot the other hero a dirty look.

"We're just glad you're safe, Sharpshooter." Snipe stated from his perch in the tree.

"Wow, did everyone come? I'm flattered." He gave them an easy smirk even as he kept a sharp eye out for trouble.

"What, you really thought we wouldn't?" Thirteen sounded somewhat hurt.

"I'm just not used to it, is all." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "U.A. is the first place I've had in this era that cared enough to treat me like a person, let alone notice if I was gone. I'm glad I was right in thinking you guys were different." He flashed them a grin.

"Eraserhead's got him in custody." Maijima announced.

Izuku grinned. "Been waiting for this for a long time."

"I'm sure you have." Nezu said as he climbed up onto his shoulder. He scratched the principal under his chin and the little guy leaned into the touch. Several staff members gaped, leading him to believe that he was the only person Nezu allowed to do this. "Though I am curious why you hadn't done something about this sooner?"

"I'll explain back at the school." He gave the mouse a meaningful look as he passed the satchel discreetly to him. "I also have reason to believe that Hisashi—the guy inside, not Yamada Hizashi—has connections to the League of Villains, which is why I asked for All Might to come along. I didn't want to chance him calling for Kurogiri's Warp Quirk or something."

"If that's the case, then I'm glad we all decided to come." Thirteen shuddered.

If Izuku was being honest with himself, he expected things to go south at some point. The quietness unnerved him greatly. Was Hisashi lying? No, he'd already discounted that possibility when he discreetly asked his mother years ago for details of her dating his father. She'd had obvious signs of memory alterations, likely the result of a Quirk. But people with Quirks like that are heavily regulated and always logged into the system.

There'd been an officer years ago, he remembered, that had gone missing. He'd had a memory-altering Quirk. Izuku had found his file locked like the others... It was highly likely that All For One had altered his mother's memories, then.

He sat down in the chair in the meeting room at U.A. with a cup of coffee and a sigh. Chiyo was glaring at him, likely because she wanted to look at his 'injuries', but he'd insisted she waited until he was finished explaining.

"All right, so what's going on, because you could've handled him easily." Aizawa started.

"Well... maybe this recording will explain?" Izuku pulled out the flash drive he'd stashed. "I recorded a conversation Hisashi had with me soon after I came back from the past. He'd been abusing me beforehand, but I was just a normal kid at the time. I couldn't do anything." He explained, ignoring the grimaces of his friends.

Nezu quickly plugged it into the computer and clicked on the file Izuku instructed him to.

"Listen here, you little shit." Hisashi's voice filtered through the sound of rustling fabric.

"I don't have to listen to you anymore. I've got more than enough evidence. You touch me or my mother again, and I'll make sure it's all sent to every hero and police agency in Japan."

Several teachers nodded as his younger self spoke. "I assume that the aforementioned evidence is this?" Nezu asked, holding up the bag.

"That's the digital evidence as well as some research I did. The photos and notes and whatever else I could get a hold of is stashed in the apartment, with several hard-copies stashed throughout the city."

Snipe whistled. "Talk about prepared."

"Can't be too careful." Izuku replied.

"You make a single move against me, Boy, and I'll not only make sure Inko ends up dead, but that you end up in a state worse than death. I've got connections."

"Your mother is safe—we've got several pairs of eyes on her as we speak, as well as some heroes on standby should anything happen." Nezu reassured.

"That's a relief." Izuku smiled. He didn't think he could handle loosing a mother twice.

"Connections, huh? That makes two of us."

"That Quirk really changed you, brat. Fine. You wanna go against me? Then listen here. I'm not your father."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is going to get complicated fast, isn't it?"

"You have no idea." Izuku groaned.

"Well, that's a relief."

"But I work for him. He gave me orders a decade ago to watch over his son and steer him away from the wrong path."

"So he's a villain." Ishiyama sighed. "But the real question is which villain?"

"The one that I highly suspect pulls the strings of the League of Villains." Izuku answered swiftly, noting the way All Might and Nezu stiffened, as if they knew who he was talking about. Interesting.

"Yeah, you've done a swell job of that."

"I get that you're frustrated, here, but could you maybe not taunt the guy with deadly connections?" Kayama pleaded, looking concerned.

"I mean, I didn't know how deadly his connections were, yet."

"Your father is a villain, Boy, and he expects you to follow in his footsteps. Perhaps you've heard mention of his name? All For One."

The room stilled. While many didn't know if the villain was real or not, several had heard whispers of it. Especially those who worked in the underground like Eraserhead.

"You're All For One's son?" All Might's eyes were wide.

"As far as I can tell, yes." Izuku nodded. "I'll explain my research in a moment."

"So you do know, then. If I disappear, you go to his custody. And Inko will die. I've made sure of it. So, boy, you won't be sending in those files. Things will stay exactly as they are, now. And the day you graduate high school, or the day I end up dead or arrested, you will become a villain under his careful tutelage. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

"So yeah. That's basically it. My bio-dad is apparently the villain version of All Might. From the research I've done, he's got a Quirk that allows him to steal the Quirks of other people. I've compiled a list of approximately 62 Quirks I'm sure he's stolen. And the dude's got connections. I've found missing persons files for no less than 120 civilians, 94 cops, and 237 heroes across the globe. All files were mysteriously locked and out of all 451 known kidnappings, only 62 bodies were found. Of the 62, 12 were initially found alive only to later go inexplicably insane and kill themselves later. All legal investigations were shallow and cases were marked as 'solved' in the system."

The teachers stared. "I'm impressed by your research." Nezu spoke up.

"Figured it wouldn't be safe to do anything while I was still the Quirkless nobody, so I wanted to wait until I was a student of U.A. You're notoriously protective of your students, after all." He grinned at the mouse who grinned back.

"Indeed."

"I feel that I should explain, then." All Might sighed, shrinking down to his weakened form. "Young Midoriya. You remember how I showed you my injury?"

"Yeah. You said you got it in a villain fight six years ago, now, right?"

"That's correct." The man lifted his shirt to show the scar again. It was a nasty one, but he'd seen worse before. "I got this injury fighting All For One. He's what you might call my nemesis."

"So you're telling me that the man who nearly killed you, is now after Robin?" Aizawa glared at the hero. "And you never thought to tell anyone that someone like that was alive? That he could target you at any time?"

"I thought he was dead. I dealt him a heavy blow, and assumed that he'd died. I would never have taken this teaching position had I known he was still alive."

"I've got reason to believe that he's Shigaraki's mentor." Izuku continued.

"And what leads you to that conclusion?" Nezu tilted his head.

"Well, All For One's original name—which was hard to find, because he's been alive for well over a century and a half and tried to completely bury all his personal files—is Shigaraki Kazuo. Shigaraki Tomura doesn't legally exist. He's actually a kid who went missing after accidentally murdering his entire family with his Quirk when it came in late. Tomura's name is Shimura Tenko."

All Might went deathly pale. "Shimura? No, it couldn't be. Was his grandmother's name... Nana?"

"Yeah." Izuku nodded. "I'm guessing she was someone you knew."

"Shimura Nana was my mentor. She died when I was a young teenager." All Might deflated as he spoke, a sullen expression taking over. Kayama put a hand on his shoulder to offer him some sort of comfort.

"It certainly makes sense why you played it safe." Ishiyama sighed, taking a long drink from his cup.

"Well, I had to think of my mother, too. Speaking of, what now? With Hisashi in jail, we obviously can't go back to living in the apartment." Izuku hummed.

"Well, I've always toyed with the idea of a dorm system for the students. We could go ahead and make them!" Nezu grinned. "Until then, you and your mother can stay in the staff dorms on campus. UA is likely the safest location for you—especially with the warp-Quirk jammers we've added recently. Even Kurogiri won't be able to get through that."

"Perfect." Izuku grinned. "So then all that's left is the Sports Festival and my Provisional Exam." He paused for a moment. "Hey, what's the difference between the provisional license and the real thing?"

"Nothing, really." Aizawa spoke up. "Think of the provisional one like a permit. The counsel will keep a closer eye on you during that time, and keep track of any collateral damage you cause alongside your capture rate. After a few months, if all adds up well—or if you do something exceptionally heroic—you'll be granted the full license."

"And restrictions?" Izuku raised an eyebrow.

"It's only valid in Japan at this time." Nezu set down his cup of tea. "And there will be a senior Hero listed on your provisional license. Should anything go horribly wrong—such as deaths caused by your inaction, mistreatment, or otherwise direct influence—that hero will take a major hit for you, and—of course—you'll lose the license."

"So I'm only able to take the exam if a hero vouches for me in the first place." Izuku realized. "Under normal circumstances, I assume that a class would fall under the jurisdiction of their teacher?"

"That's correct." Nezu grinned.

"But something tells me otherwise..." Izuku frowned.

"While you are Aizawa's apprentice—and thusly able to practice so long as he's with you—I felt it would be unfair for me to sign him up without permission." Nezu's tail flicked as he spoke. "So I took the liberty of signing you up under my name."

"You what?!" Snipe choked. "Do you have any idea how much attention that's going to garner?! I can't remember the last time you sponsored someone!"

"That's because I haven't sponsored anyone before." Nezu chuckled.

"So you put the spotlight on me." Izuku rolled his eyes fondly. "I suppose I should thank you, then. What better way of gaining publicity in a short period of time than having Nezu—the principal of UA—vouch for me?

"Right, well... The Sports Festival is next week." Aizawa got things back on track. "So Ectoplasm, Snipe and I will escort you back to the apartment to pack your things. The faster you're moved in here the better."

"You can say that again." Izuku huffed.

"I'll go with Cementoss to get your mother." Thirteen smiled. "Mic's already over there keeping an eye on her."

"Thank you, guys. I really appreciate all this."

"What're you thanking us for?" Power Loader laughed. "Robin, you're more than our student. You're our friend."

Izuku felt his cheeks heat up a bit at that. It sounded... nice. Even still, as he accompanied the three heroes to pack his things, he couldn't help but feel edgy. Not once had he heard a thing from All For One. The way Hisashi always spoke of him made it sound like the guy would appear the moment trouble started, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

It wasn't a bluff—his research had told him that much. So long as his mother was safe, though, he'd face whatever All For One threw at him. He was Robin, a Hero. And honestly, after training and growing up under Batman and living in Gotham, he felt more than prepared. Not to say he was expecting an easy fight, but at least he knew what to expect in a fight.

For now, it seemed All For One either hadn't heard (unlikely), or was taking a quiet approach to this. Izuku would take things one step at a time. The Sports Festival would come first, and Robin would be prepared.