The Right Side of Wrong

Potato-Based Cloning Incident

Veronica's POV:

Riddler: "So, in the former future, we have triplets, 1/3 of them is part of the LGBTQIA+ community, and inherited your cryokinesis, and maybe more, and King Shark's son saved you from Harley & Ivy's backstabbing daughter who cryogenically froze me and sold the three of you out to the Boy Blunder for a bag of dirt. Is it weird that none of that comes close to the crazier things we've seen and heard?"

Me: *laughs* "No, and depending on whether we can stop that last part from happening, not all of it will change. For one thing, I'd say I'm still expecting triplets, as it would explain why I'm already showing when I'm only 7 weeks along. And they may still inherit my abilities and your knack for riddles."

Riddler: "Well, good to know my legacy is still intact even after being cryogenically murdered by my niece."

I cringe as the memory of the frozen Riddler's face flashes in my mind as the present Riddler notices my behavior and uses the exercise we used to do in response to my PTSD flashbacks.

Riddler: "Name?"

Me: "Veronica Elizabeth Nygma."

Riddler: "Where are you?"

Me: "Our home in the present, and not an apocalyptic future where the last thing I saw was your face frozen in sorrow for missing out on meeting Past Me after Future Me's death."

Riddler: "Or maybe I was frozen in disappointment knowing that I would miss out on our badass kids kicking a poorly-self-named traitor's ass after reciting a line from their mother's favorite movie from when she was their age."

I smile as we look down at my 7-week-pregnant stomach and place a hand atop one another's, RIddler's thumb caressing my hand and the bump beneath it.

Me: "They really are badass, aren't they?"

Riddler: "Obviously. They're Nygmas. It's who we are, now and long after we're gone. So long as we raise them right, and we will. And another thing, apocalypse or not, the world will change forever once it has three out-and-proud, all-powerful triplets who sound like they take after their even-more badass mother."

I chuckle as RIddler looks up from the bump, gazes into my eyes, and pulls me into a passionate makeout session, likely induced by the relief at my return and the excitement we now share for what, or rather who, is to come seven months from now.

{Time skip}

Later, Harley introduces me to the clone of her that we saw at Ivy's pageant, who is 5% potato and 95% Harley. The clone then explains that she was created due to Jim Gordon accidentally microwaving a potato with a strand of Harley's hair and what she's been doing since her creation and in our absence while we eat ice cream cones.

Clone Harley: "I didn't want Batgirl to miss you while you were gone, you know, so I stepped in. And we have been so busy bringing hella criminals to justice, finding lost dogs, and then finding them homes with more responsible pet owners."

Harley: "Look at you swinging that big detective energy around."

Clone: "Oh, and me and Batgirl did a CPR training class. Oh, Flash came, too.-*laughs*-Oh, he is hilarious. Also, Ronnie, I thought you might be worried about Riddler while you were gone, so I checked up on him occasionally."

Harley: "Huh. Guess you had to be there."

Clone Harley: "I'm telling you, Flash has jokes. I mean-"