Disclaimer: If I owned Despicable Me, it would have turned into a series on television.

This is the shortest chapter I have ever written, but I seem to have reached all the points I want to.

Edith was so excited to be playing with one of her father's toys, she seemed to have completely forgotten about her nightmare. Gru couldn't help but chuckle as his middle child seemed to be content hitting anything but the targets, and happily or even mischievously, aimed for the roof to watch the colourful sparks and fireworks dance around. Well at least she was holding the ray gun right. Gru didn't say anything to her about her nightmares until they ran out of ammunition and had to reload.

Once the last of the sparks fell down to the floor, Edith sighed sadly.

"Eees der sometheeng the matter, Edith? Maybe there is something I can do to help," Gru spoke softly.

"I don't know if there is anything. . . you know, that you could do," Edith adjusted her hat a little better.

"I am a veellain, of course dere is sometheeng I can do," Gru laughed.

"but. . . what if you can't do something?" Edith peered up at him nervously.

Gru tried to think of such a thing, was there a situation where being a villain didn't help? If he couldn't think of one, there probably wasn't.

"I can not theenk of any such problem we might have. I am sure I can help."

Edith touched one of the biggest weapons on the table, Gru would bet his lair she was thinking of using it.

"I had a nightmare that a hero came by and took you away. And there was nothing you could do about it, you were just carted off to prison and left there all alone! And we waited and waited. . . and it wasn't cool," Edith pouted. "If you aren't here, we'll have to go back to Miss Hatties and we'll probably get separated this time! so even when you get out, you'll never find all of us! You'll probably find me, but Margo would be taken to some genius orphanage for like, the top researchers of the world, and- and Agnus would probably be adopted by then, with a changed name! She has gotten offers you know! Even if most people think 'Agnus' is too old fashioned, they like the baby underneath!"

Gru let her take a moment to calm down and kept his hands in the air. When she seemed to be listening again, he picked her up. Trying to decide what to say to this, which problem to address first.

Edith put her head on his shoulder and Gru was reminded of just how small they were. Really he could never get used to it. His girls were tiny delicate kittens.

When he found his voice again, Gru began to explain to her, "Well first of all let me assure you that no hero can get passed my security. Many have tried and no one has succeeded," he wasn't looking at her, so Edith couldn't see how uncomfortable he was talking about heros. "And even if I did get arrested, I would probably not even make eet to the cell. I have plans een place een case I am arrested. If I do make eet to the actual prison, I have a lot of experience breakeeng out of der too. So my arrest is highly improbable. My capture nearly out of the question."

Gru took a moment to see if she was still listening. She blinked up at him, keeping her head on his shoulder.

"On the thought of you going back to dat place, I have in place certain assurances to keep you out of dere too. I have erased your records, I have secured several people to be your gaurdians een case of eeenjury or-design," Gru caught himself just in time to avoid the 'death' part of his back-up plans. "So dat is not possible, but let me assure you dat I would not be put off my search with such easy tricks. I would track you down, each of my gurls unteel we were all home."

Edith smiled and tried to give him a hug, her tiny arms not even reaching halfway. Gru chuckled before lifting her up and giving her a big hug. Nearly getting choked for his effort with Edith giggling at his sputtering.

"Alright," Edith told him.

"Alright," Gru agreed.

Gru couldn't help the smirk on his face as she tried to lift the huge ray gun off the table. She seemed to be trying to use his own arm for leverage, Gru was happy to try it. After a few tries, and no movement what-so-ever, she got an idea.

"Alright! Now help me shoot this thing . . . please!" Edith grinned. Her cheeky self was back with a vengeance. Gru picked up the heavy equipment easily.

Holding the gun out of her reach, Gru added, "Alright, but just once then we weell be goeeng upstairs for breakfast!"

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