Robert Downey Jr X Reader *EDITING

SOLVING MYSTERIES 2

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While on the ride with Sherlock, I only stared at the surroundings and I could sense Sherlock trying to glance at me from time to time. Knowing he wanted to talk and ask about what Moran meant. 

Sherlock dropped me off at my apartment complex. I went down the carriage and into the building without saying a word. I began to freshen up and changed into a light dress. As soon as I was done, I walked out again and began to make my way to the university, knowing that Sherlock wouldn't pick me up, and he wouldn't risk me getting hurt by the Professor. 

When I arrived, I saw Sherlock's carriage parked. I went inside and walked to the Professor's office. I heard Sherlock and the Professor exchanging conversation.

"What consideration would you grant me?" I heard the Professor ask. "Have you actually read the book?"

"I found it compelling." Sherlock answered. "Though I'm primarily interested in your more recent endeavors."

"I'll take that as a compliment. I have the utmost regard for your talents. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Are you familiar with the study of graphology?"

"I've never given it any serious thought, no."

"Psychological Analysis of Handwriting. The upward strokes on the P, J, and M indicate a genius-level intellect. While the flourishes on the lower zone, denote a highly creative yet meticulous nature. But... if one observes the overall slant and the pressure of the writing, there's a suggestion of acute narcissism, a complete lack of empathy, and a pronounced inclination toward..."

"No!" 

"...Moral insanity."

"An answer to your previous request regarding Dr. Watson, not being involved, the answer is... No." I silently gasped hearing that John and Mary would be the next target of Moriarty. "By the way, I expect two guests would come here at my request."

"I didn't want to put her in harm's way." Sherlock said in his protective tone.

"Oh, she's already wind up here." Moriarty said.

"I am here." I said as I walked inside the room. I saw Sherlock look at me with a mix of anger and worry in his eyes.

"Oh, you came! It's been so long since I last saw you, daughter." Moriarty said as he was about to walk near me. But, Sherlock moved and went in front of me. Sherlock was shocked to know that Moriarty was calling me his daughter.

"You have no right to call me your daughter." I said.

"The last I checked, you are still my daughter! I am the reason why you are still alive!" 

"No! You are the reason why my mom died!" 

"Oh, she's just a nuisance to my plan for you." 

"You're a selfish bastard! You're no father to me." I angrily said as I felt Sherlock hold my hand. Moriarty looked at our intertwined hands and saw him smile.

"Hmm, I think I got the wrong woman to succumb for you, Mr. Holmes." Moriarty said as he stared at our intertwined hands and both me and Sherlock. Sherlock put me behind him and covered me from my father's staring eyes.

"The laws of celestial mechanics dictate that when two objects collide, there is always damage... Of a collateral nature. Exempli gratia, two gentlemen find themselves at cross purposes. A young woman is torn between them. The strain proves too much for her and she suddenly falls ill. With... Tragic consequences." Moriarty left a towel with blood stains on the chessboard. When I saw it was Irene's initials on the towel, I saw Sherlock's reaction staring intently at the towel.

"...A rare form of tuberculosis. She succumbed in a matter of seconds." I saw Sherlock's eyes begin to cloud with tears and he tried to suppress them from falling.

"Now, are you sure you want to play this game?" Moriarty asked.

"I'm afraid you'd lose." Sherlock said.

"Rest assured if you attempt to bring destruction down upon me... I shall do the same to you. My respect for you, Mr. Holmes, is the only reason you're still alive."

"You've paid me several compliments. Let me pay you one in return. When I said if I were assured of the former eventuality, I would cheerfully accept the latter." Sherlock grabbed Irene's hanky and held my hand as well, leading us out of the room.

"I'll be sure to send my regards to the happy couple." Sherlock stopped and looked at Moriarty.

"And I'm sure that you would make my daughter happy, Mr. Holmes. I'll send my regards to you, my daughter." I tightened my grip on Sherlock's hand and he began leading us out.

"Another time then..." We heard Moriarty. As soon as Sherlock led me in his carriage, we began to make our way to his flat. 

"Daughter?! You're Moriarty's daughter??" 

"Even I am against that title." I said as I sighed and closed my eyes. "We have to save John and Mary."

"There's no we in this."

"Sherlock, I went against my father. No matter how much you try to shield me from him, I won't let him get you alive."

"I rather die to save you than waste my time knowing that anytime we're playing his game he had something planned dangerously for you. I couldn't risk anyone getting hurt."

"I know that you lost Irene because of him, but she should know better! Why'd you think I'm still alive? It's because I'm dodging every danger he's throwing at me."

"And he would use you against me! He saw how protective I am of you. He saw how we both react to each other. He will use that against us!" He said as we stopped at his flat.

"No, we don't get to talk about us in this. You love Irene and you just lost her. No matter what you say, I will help protect my friends." I said and got down from the carriage and into the flat. Glad that I kept my comfortable clothes here in his flat. I got a pair of pants and a white suit. I wore my brown blazer in disguise for me and Sherlock to sneak on the train. As I walked out of the room, I saw Sherlock disguised as a girl. I covered my mouth but the giggles came out. He looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"Laugh it away." 

"Why couldn't you let me be the woman?" I asked while giggling.

"Because I want you to not do anything yet." 

"Alright, but if something is happening, I have to be part of it." 

"Deal. So, here's the plan..."