A/N: This was one of the first fics I ever attempted, and I'm finally getting round to uploading it on here, in preparation for a sequel.

Disclaimer: Worm belongs to Wildbow. I own nothing.

I step out towards the front door. Nobody else around - perfect. Mom and Dad must be asleep.

Only, they aren't. The light turns on, and I see them both sitting at the dining table, looking at me gravely.

Crap.

"Taylor," Dad said calmly, "We need to talk."

I swallowed. Had they found out?

"Honey," Mom began gently, "We know that you're a parahuman."

Worst case scenario, type-A.

"H-how?" I managed to get out.

"Well," Dad smiled wryly, "There's only so many times you can see a group of insects flying in formation around the house and not realise something's up."

"And I found the costume," Mom added, "Good work for a first try, by the way. It seems flexible enough, and the material is very nice. Spider silk?"

I nod in confusion. This conversation was a bit stranger than I thought it would have been.

"Of course, I'll show you how to make a better one," she finished.

"Can't have you looking under-dressed when we take you out, after all," Dad agreed.

"What?"

Mom and Dad both chuckled at the confusion I was showing, before Mom finally took pity on me. "Taylor, you're not the only one with a secret. You see, we've both been capes for years."

I stare.

"Meet Ocean," she gestured to Dad.

"And his lovely partner, the Midnight Feline," Dad gestured dramatically back.

Ocean and the Midnight Feline were famous names in Brockton Bay. A pair of master thieves who took on big, flashy heists, mainly for the fun and the challenge. They were infamous for never being caught, by anyone.

Ocean was some kind of thinker, while the Midnight Feline was the definitive cat-burglar. And apparently, they were also my parents.

My parents were super-villains.

"Guh."

"Now that you've come into your own powers, we can bring you into the family business!" Mom sounded excited, "Oh, I'm so proud."

"Controlling bugs is a very useful power, too," Dad nodded, "Recon was always one of the things we've struggled with. If you can see through their senses, you'll have that base covered. How many can you control at once? They could make for a great distraction, too."

"Buh."

"Danny," Mom admonished, "Stop plotting. This is celebration time. Plotting time is tomorrow."

"Ah, sorry," Dad winced apologetically, "Force of habit."

"Abuh."

"We'll talk about getting you set up tomorrow," Mom told me with a bright smile, "For now, though, I'll bake a cake and we'll enjoy the night."

"But don't make that costume too tight, now," Dad said evenly, "Can't have those male wards getting too much of an eye-full when they're trying to catch you."

"Danny," Mom admonished, "You know that's half the reason I escape from Armsmaster every time. Ooh, there's an idea for our first family job, maybe we could steal his halberd again!" She turned to me brightly, "We've got a collection of them, you know."

"Grgllgbll."