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// What to Expect When Your Daughter's a Superhero 
// Story: The Adventures of Supermare: Side Stories to Mare of Steel 
// by iowaforever 
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What to Expect When Your  Daughter’s a Superhero

Rainbow Dash turned left and headed towards the Wonderbolts’ Training Facility. The airspace over the building was unusually calm, with almost no Pegasi to be seen. She did not allow the lack of activity to keep her on edge, but still shot a few glances towards the shadier parts of the building.
I shouldn’t worry, she thought. If I can punch a giant robot across town, I can handle a few thugs. She chuckled a little at the thought of somepony trying to mug her and approached the building, pushing the door open and letting herself in.
No one was there except for a few janitors. Spitfire, Soarin’, Rapidfire, all of them were gone. Rainbow Dash shuffled around a little, unsure of how to proceed, before swallowing slightly and walking further into the building.
“Hey, where is everypony?” she asked.
“Trottingham.” Rainbow turned and saw Firefly walking out of a nearby room, the older mare having tucked a small folder beneath one wing. “Some big businesspony, Mane or something, needed some entertainment, and he hired Spitfire and the others to perform.”
“Well, what are you doing here? Don’t you usually go with them when they tour?”
“They needed someone to watch this place.” Firefly laughed. “So, what brings you by?”
“Well, I was hoping I could talk to you about... something.” Firefly looked concerned.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong...”
“Are you pregnant?”
“What? Mom, why is it whenever I talk with you you always ask if I’m getting married or pregnant?”
“Well, considering that you’ve had next to none in terms of relationships with stallions, it’s very likely you’d do something stupid and get yourself pregnant.”
“Thank you for reminding me that I don’t have a love life; that’s doing wonders for my self esteem.”
“Well, if you spent less time racing around and got out a little more then that wouldn’t be a problem.”
“I do get out!”
“Then go out a little more.” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes before Firefly spoke again. “But seriously, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just... Mom, you know about that robot that attacked Ponyville two days ago?”
“Does Princess Celestia love cake?”
“Well, the pony that defeated it, Supermare? That was me; I’m Supermare.” Firefly didn’t answer; she looked at Rainbow Dash for a moment, eyeing her for any signs of emotion, before shrugging and smiling.
“Is that it?”
“‘Is that it’? Mom, I just told you I’m a superhero and you ask ‘that’s it’?”
“Well, what did you expect? ‘Oh Rainbow, that impossible because you look nothing like her’? I raised you from a filly and I know what you can do; It was kind of easy to put the pieces together.”
“Oh.” Rainbow Dash looked at Firefly. “You’re okay with that?”
“Okay? Rainbow, I’m proud of you.” Firefly pulled Rainbow closer and hugged her. “You’re doing something with the gift you have, and you’re using it to protect other ponies.  I couldn’t be more happy about your choices in life.” Firefly hugged Rainbow Dash tighter. “You haven’t told anypony else, have you?”
“No. I was going to tell my friends sometime soon.”
“Be careful with that, Rainbow; I know you have good friends, but if you just go from pony to pony telling them who you are then it will only cause trouble for everypony. You wouldn’t be able to be Rainbow Dash any more, and then you’d never be able to be with me or your friends. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No, not really.”
“Good.” Firefly began to lead Rainbow Dash further into the facility. “So, asides from beating up robot dragons, what else have you been up to?”
“Well, Ponyville’s throwing this big party for me... well, for Supermare, anyway. You can come if you’d like.”
“If I have the time. You know that the Wonderbolts are going on tour soon and I’ve got to keep them in shape.”
“Oh... Think I could get some season tickets?”
“Maybe, as long as you don’t show up everypony with your superpowers.”
“Mom, I’m not that kind of pony.”
“Says the mare who derailed an autograph signing because you wanted to race against Spitfire?”
“... I could have beaten her.”
“Sure.”
“Mom, I’ve got a lot of big responsibilities and stuff; I’m not going to blow it that quickly.”
“I hope so.”
“And... well, I was thinking, maybe...”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe... we could, y’know, spend some time together... you know, mother daughter stuff?” Firefly looked at the younger pony, a small smile gracing her lips.
“I would like that very much.”