Life had been absolutely horrible for Debbie. First, the man she had loved and been married to for over a decade had nearly beaten her son to death after killing hundreds of people, while simultaneously referring to Debbie as a "pet". Then, her son had begun to grow more distant, actively throwing himself into danger in order to prove he wasn't like his dad. On top of that, Mark brought back a purple baby that turned out to be Nolan's other son he had with his other wife. As if that wasn't bad enough, she had recently been attacked by one of Mark's villains, a man by the name of Angstrom Levy. He had beaten and tossed Debbie around, until snapping her arm in a fit of rage

Now, it had only been a few months after the attack. Debbie's arm was still in a cast, which made taking care of Oliver a little more difficult, but she managed. The event had traumatized Debbie, but she refused to show it. Like always, she pushed through and kept going, dedicating her time to her job, as well as taking care of Oliver, who was now at his toddler stage. She was currently trying to change Oliver's diaper, but the little alien toddler was making it difficult. Not to mention, Debbie only had one usable arm. She let out an aggravated sigh as the diaper fell off Oliver again, prompting the baby to giggle and look at Debbie lovingly. She smiles down at him, gently pinching his chubby little purple cheek

"You're damn lucky you're cute. Just like Mark when he was a baby. It was always impossible to get a diaper on him. You two definitely are brothers, huh?"