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avvail · 2 months

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truth potion/serum 😌

“What’s that?” The hero murmurs uneasily under their breath, watching as the villain carefully inserts the needle into the soft flesh of their forearm, making them wince slightly. They watch it plunge into their vein, only daring to tug against the restraints once the needle is out of their skin.

The villain merely sends them a smile. “Nothing that’ll kill you.”

“Let me guess,” the hero growls. “A fate worse than death? Are you really trying this bullshit with me after all this time?”

“You don’t think our dynamic is a conventional one?”

The hero shuts their mouth, contemplating what the villain’s game was. If it was a sedative, it was a slow acting one, since they couldn’t feel any symptoms creeping up on them just yet. It was peculiar - they felt just fine.

“Let’s be honest,” the hero sniffs, and they don’t miss the way the villain almost laughs in amusement. They don’t know why that’s funny. “If our relationship was a conventional one, you would have killed me the moment you kidnapped me.”

The villain hums, their eyes roaming from their face languidly, kissing their teeth. The hero watches with a stubborn frown as they begin to circle around them, ever so slowly, and it makes them nervous.

They try not to shift.

“You’re right,” the villain sighs from behind them, and they want nothing more than to crane around to keep their eyes on them, but they can’t. Their heart races relentlessly in their chest, clenching their jaw. “Would you rather we adhere to the stereotypes?”

They roll their eyes. “If it means getting killed, then why would I?”

“You’re self righteous and selfless, aren’t you?” The villain teases. “Doesn’t that come with your job?”

“It doesn’t mean I’m eager to die. Dying means defeat, and I wouldn’t ever let you defeat me. You and I both know that.”

The villain stops beside them, a smile on their face that the hero doesn’t like. They send them a sharp glare for good measure, just because they can.

“So, is that a no?”

The hero wants to know where this is headed.

“No,” they confirmed. The villain stepped closer to them, their thumb gently brushing over a tender bruise on their temple. The finishing blow that had rendered them unconscious, making it easy for the villain to drag them here into their clutches. The hero forces back a wince, their eyes hard and determined. The villain loves that look.

“But you’re like that with others,” the villain comments, still stroking their temple. “Other villains, I mean. Especially Supervillain - the typical good versus bad. You know they’d kill you if they could. Stereotypes, after all.”

To hero resists the urge to lean keenly into that touch. “Because I know Supervillain is dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Their eyes gleam mischievously. “You don’t think I’m dangerous?”

They shift. No dizziness yet, and their vision is completely clear, along with their mind. It’s not a sedative. What are they planning?

“No,” they respond after a moment, and the villain’s jaw ticks. It’s the only sign of irritation they’ve seen from them, but their tongue blurts more before they can stop themselves. “You’re dangerous in different ways.”

The irritation disappears, and the thumb slips down their cheek.

“Dangerous in different ways,” they muse, as if chewing the words that came out of their mouth. The hero’s heart is pounding against their ribcage, and they’re not quite sure why. The villain is incredibly close, feeling pinned down by their cold gaze alone.

“You’re easier to be around,” the hero speaks, trying not to stammer over their words. “I...” I hate you, don’t get me wrong. That’s what they want to say, but their throat closes up before they can. The villain’s thumb strokes the bottom of their jaw, and they shiver, as if encouraging them.

“Because I know you won’t kill me. When given the chance, you go easy on me.”

“You think I go easy on you?”

The hero gives them a disgruntled look. “You never torture me. Last time you kidnapped me, I slept in one of your guest rooms.”

“You were still a prisoner, or did you forget?” The villain scoffs. Of course they had been. The hero had spent all night trying to pick the lock, to smash the windows, but there was no point. They were a prisoner, but it never felt like they were in danger. Not in the same sense they felt when the supervillain almost incapacitated them. It was different.

“That’s not the point,” the hero snaps, unaware of their own rising irritation. They jerk their head away from the touch, feeling as though it was distracting them. The villain has this arrogant smirk on their lips, as if they know exactly what they’re doing. “If I ever kidnapped you, I wouldn’t stick you in a luxurious room. I wouldn’t let you sleep on a bed, I wouldn’t have you here and not torture you.”

The villain hums, their voice dropping low. “You like it when I treat you good?”

“Yes.” No. “I do.” It’s weird.

It takes a single, heart stopping beat for the hero to realise what they’d just said, their brows furrowing in confusion. They open their mouth to say something else, before their eyes flick down to the red pinprick from the needle in their skin. They release a shuddering breath.

“A truth serum,” they breathe. “That’s what you injected me with.”

The villain lets out a dark, amused chuckle. “I was waiting for you to figure it out.”

They lean back, creating a rift of air between them where the hero can still feel their warmth. It still feels hard to breathe, their wrists flexing under the restraints, and they grind their teeth hard together. This is dangerous. This was exactly what they were talking about.

“Are you tired, Hero?” The villain’s soft voice questions, enough to make the hero swallow uneasily. Their heart is racing now, so fast they feel like they’re going to throw up. They screw their eyes shut.

“Yes,” they say, feeling fingers under their jaw, tipping their head back. Their eyes open instinctively. The villain almost coos.

“And you love how easy it is with me,” the villain murmurs, admiring the embarrassed, shunted look in those cute eyes of theirs. “Love how I treat you.”

The hero’s fists clench. They desperately try to say no. “Yes.”

“And,” the villain purrs, their thumb brushing along their bottom lip with precious ease,” it’s dangerous because it’s so easy to shut your brain off. So dangerous to let your guard down around me. Easy to manipulate, as much as you wish that wasn’t true.”

The hero almost whines. “Yes.”

“Do you think I’m manipulating you?” They ask, their voice a hushed whisper, like a soft lull in their brain. The hero squirms, but they still can’t look away, not even daring to swallow. The villain leans in closer, their lips so close to theirs, and their voice turns dark. “Do you think it’s working?”

Who knew the hero’s weakness was simple acts of kindness. The villain had never thought going so easy on them would make them putty in their hands. But it did.

The hero bites down on the inside of their cheek, straining not to answer. The villain’s fingers curl around a lock of their hair, tucking it behind their ear tenderly. Too tenderly - the hero loves it.

“Better not fight it,” they hum. “It’ll hurt.”

“Yes,” the hero finally gasps, the throbbing pain in their head easing. They almost feel out of breath, trembling under each of their cunning touches.

The villain’s eyes gleam, leaning forward to kiss them. The hero had been so adamant they could never defeat them, and it almost makes them crackle. Maybe never in the stereotypical sense, but they had proved this was not a stereotypical rivalry; what was true defeat if they didn’t conquer them, after all?

@badthingshappenbingo

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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year

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Maybe They Fell In Love

"They are dead villain," Civilian urged, "You don't have to worry about it,"

"It doesn't make any sense, though," villain pondered out loud as they walked in restless circles around their coffee table, "Hero is too good to just 'go missing' and there's been nothing but radio silence about them in the criminal world,"

"The agency declared them dead," civilian argued. The announcement had been made over a week ago, and their lover had done nothing but stress about it since.

"Yeah, that means nothing," villain replied, "They are a bunch of liars to begin with, and they don't even have a body for a public funeral,"

"Okay, let's say they did lie. What if hero just quit?" Their lover tried, but the criminal was already shaking their head.

"No, that makes even less sense. Hero didn't have any reason to quit"

"How do you know?" Civilian piped up, "Maybe something happened-"

"They were a HERO!" Villain stressed, "What POSSIBLE reason could they have to quit being a hero?!"

Civilian looked down, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, "Maybe they fell in love..."

The criminal stopped pacing, turning to face their lover, "excuse me?"

"Maybe..." Civilian started slowly, as if testing the waters, "Maybe they were raised to believe everything was black and white... that villains were just heartless monsters that deserved to be thrown in prison. Maybe they met someone while working undercover who started to... challenge that belief...maybe..." they swallowed nervously, "maybe they started to develop feelings as time went on. Maybe they eventually realized that they were happier with a villain than they ever were at the academy. Maybe they couldn't bare the thought of fighting with the one they loved... so..."

Finally, they dared to glance up, meeting villain's wide, shocked eyes with their guilty ones, "so... I quit..."

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the-starlit-authoress · 1 year

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Hero felt the bed shake as their partner started to get up and they reluctantly opened their eyes. "Where are you going?" they mumbled tiredly.

"To get ready for work." came their partner's plain reply.

"You mean get ready for another day of pretending to hate each other."

"I do, yes." Villain chuckled.

Hero grabbed their wrist and gently pulled them back down. "How 'bout we just skip work today."

Their cat, who had been sound asleep by the Villian's side, meowed in protest of all the movement.

Villain sighed fondly. "You know we can't do that, love."

"Why not? If you're skipping work too there's no one for me to fight." Hero had managed to wrap themself around Villain again.

"The other villians?"

"The other heroes can handle them." Hero nuzzled their face into Villian's neck. "Stay with me." they said in a muffled voice.

It was only now that Villain realized that over the course of the conversation, Hero had trapped them. With Hero's arms around their torso and their body partially on top of them, Villain couldn't get up.

"Hero-" Villain cut themself off when they realized Hero was asleep. There was no way they could get up without waking the other....

They noted that the cat had taken it upon itself to settle in on top of their other arm as well.

With another sigh, Villain accepted their defeat and settled back in, placing a soft kiss on the Hero's hair.

"Fine. You win." they whispered softly. "We'll stay home today."

#here have some fluff #domestic hero and villain #hero x villain #villain x hero #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #snippets #writing #heroes #villains #hero x villain snippet #writing snippet

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cassidysinferno · 4 months

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(Short) Snippet #1 / Prompt #6

Villain was invited to a Christmas party hosted by Supervillain, full of known criminals in the city and their henchmen.

they hadn't expected the invitation from the master criminal, obviously. especially because Supervillain certainly does not look like the type of person to host parties.

while they don't intent on showing up because they'd rather spend it alone, something had caught their attention in the invitation. It had mentioned that Hero would be there.

now here Villain was, in the party, expecting some sort of announcement and humiliating Hero in front of everyone and it strangely worried the criminal.

sure, they hated each other but they hadn't want this. if anyone has to deal with Hero, it would be them. not supervillain.

they leaned against the wall, holding their wine glass. they're worried and overthinking for their nemesis and it's ridiculous.

they glanced around the room to spot..Hero. Unrestrained, Not humiliated, Nor bruised. But they're there, talking to who it seemed like one of Other Villain's henchman.

they would know, the said henchman was their old best friend from highschool who they still kept in touch with.

the villain watched as the henchman leave, waving bye to the hero..what the fuck.

they put their wine glass down to one of the tables and approached Hero, tapping their shoulder from behind to get their attention and put on their "iconic" smile.

"my, my..what is a hero doing in a party full of criminals?"

the hero turned back and smiled sheepishly.

"hey. did..Parent not tell you i was gonna here in your letter? ah, I knew I should've insist them that i should be the one who's writing your letter."

#hero x villain #hero x villain community #hero x villain snippet #hero x supervillain #platonically #christmas prompts #this is my first time writing a snippet sorry if it's shitty LMAO #I live for supervillain being hero's parent sorry.#there should be more prompts i think #adopted hero #they're actually adopted #yeah #villain x hero #villain does NOT like parties #fun fact i was gonna add the fact that Other Villain's henchman is villain's cousin #CAN BE USED AS PROMPT!!#if you use this plsplspls tag me I'd love to see it <3

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deckofaces · 1 year

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Step Out of Line

Tw: whump, stabbing, blood, near death experience, dagger mention, Supervillain whumper, Hero whumpee, sadistic whumper (guys I swear it sounds bad but there is caretaking at the end)

@epiclamer I saw your plea in the gc for hero whumpee and villain caretaker. So I was inspired and wrote this, pls accept my offering

Hero groaned as they crashed hard into the concrete. They practically tasted it with how close their head came to smashing into it. Their open cuts and wounds screamed as they hit the floor. The rough concrete scraped against them, each second laying there felt like daggers poking their skin.

Hero laid there dizzily, coughing for a few seconds. Was that blood that just came out of their mouth? Their vision started blurring together. They slowly looked up, two pairs of feet stood in front of them, who else joined the fight?

They blinked a couple times at the figures, struggling to keep their head up. After another few seconds of this, the two pairs of feet merged into one. No one else joined the fight, it was just their vision lying to them.

Hero shakily started to stand up, despite every part of their body just telling them to give up. They were a hero, they could not lay there in defeat. Supervillain stood in front of them and if they could just get one really good punch in, they might just be able to defeat them-

They felt their legs collapse out from under them, and Hero landed back on their stomach. The cool, rugged pavement greeted them once more. They could hear maniacal laughter echoing off the brick alleyway walls behind them.

Hero breathed heavily, they pushed off the ground, oh they could see the dark red blood now. They slowly turned over to lay on their back so they could actually see. More laughing filled their ears, Supervillain crouched down next to their fallen form.

Out of the corner of their eye, they could see something in the evil doer’s hand. Despite the darkness of the alley, Hero could see the almost blinding flash of metal. A dagger, their vision focused just enough to see the outline of a small blade.

Their heartbeat raced, it must have been out of fear. Was Supervillain going to finish the job right there? They didn’t want to die that way. Dying to the filthy hands of Supervillain like so many others before them. Just add them to the list of fallen heroes. Hero would be just like the others, nothing special.

Supervillain held an evil glint in their eye, grinning as they took pleasure in putting the blade directly in their face so Hero could see. “Given up yet Hero? It does not matter, you do not have a choice anyways. You will be dead in a minute.”

“N-no-“ Hero whimpered, oh so desperately trying to back away in their weakened state.

Supervillain only cackled more, grabbing their feet and dragging them back over, which only made Hero cry out in pain.

Without warning, they elicited a scream as Supervillain took their blade and stabbed Hero.

They couldn’t tell where, but the pain felt absolutely horrible. Another thing they knew is that they passed out soon after.

. . .

Hero stirred on something.. soft? Were they hallucinating the comfortable surface to escape the feeling of the wretched concrete?

They opened their eyes but they were impaled by light, which confused them, wasn’t it still night time?

Hero took a minute to adjust to the light, blinking rapidly until it felt like the light no longer hurt them. They looked around the room, this clearly was not the alley, their mind had not been playing tricks on them either.

They were laying on a worn in couch, a soft blanket had been pulled all the way up to their chin. They looked under the blanket and saw bandages wrapped around their stomach, arms, and a cast on their leg. They also noticed bandages around their hands too when lifting the blanket. None of them felt too tight either, whoever did it must have taken great care.

The living room the couch sat in appeared to be small, but it was neat and tidy. They wonder what civilian rescued them, at least they hoped a civilian saved them and they were not with Supervillain. That would be so very cruel, they would rather have died on the pavement than see their face after they had given Hero a false sense of safety.

While scanning their surroundings, their eyes drifted over to the doorway that led to the kitchen. Their eyes widened in shock. Standing there staring at them was not a civilian at all or Supervillain, it was Villain. And they were holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup?

Villain must of been bad news, they started to sit up and pull the blanket off them, but they stopped halfway through, hissing in pain.

Villain rushed over and set the soup on the coffee table in front of the couch. They immediately pushed Hero to lay back down on the couch. “What are you thinking?? If you opened any of your wounds because of this- I swear to gods-“ They groaned thinking about it, shaking their head.

Hero hesitated, they did not move or say anything. That only caused Villain to sigh as they gently helped them into sitting position. They grabbed the bowl of soup directly after, pulling a chair up to sit next to the couch Hero sat on.

Hero looked at the soup with unease. They could not deny that it smelled absolutely delicious and their stomach had definitely been growling, but what if Villain put something in it? “Is that poisoned?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course not,” Villain scoffed. “You are in my home, I plan on taking care of you.”

Hero still looked at the bowl in their nemesis’s hands, unsure. Which in turn only drew out a long sigh from the villain.

“Why would I poison you after taking the time to bandage you up, if you haven’t noticed them already. Let me tell you that it took forever.” Villain gestured to Hero’s hand for reference. “I’m a villain, but if you think I’m cruel enough to bandage you all up just to kill you- I’m offended,” they rolled their eyes dramatically.

“Now watch, Hero.” They took a spoonful of the soup that they made and ate it. They swallowed and gave them an “I told you so” sort of expression. Hero looked sheepish after, letting out a small “oh.”

Villain hummed and held up another spoonful of the chicken noodle soup. “Open your mouth.”

Hero gave them a confused look again, “Are you going to try to feed me?”

Villain still held the utensil in front of the crime-stopper. “Yes,” they said simply.

“But that is embarrassing-! Please just let me feed myself,” Hero complained. They weren’t injured so much so that they could not eat the soup themself.

“Not as embarrassing as trying to challenge someone as powerful as Supervillain. I found you left for dead in that alleyway, and goodness knows you could have died if I didn’t save you. Now open up.” This time Villain did not sound like they were joking. They were stern, but they also held a touch of worry in their voice.

Hero lowered their gaze to the blanket on their lap out of shame and embarrassment. Villain had immediately shut down their complaints just with that explanation alone.

“Why did you help me?” Hero asked quietly. “I’m a hero, I try to arrest you. This goes against what villains sort of well.. do.”

Villain let the spoon fall back into the bowl. They shook their head at Hero. “No, villains break rules and accepted norms dearest Hero, and saving you did just that. I did not step out of line if I was not following a line to begin with.”

Hero only stared at Villain. When they held the spoon up to them once again, this time they reluctantly opened their mouth and accepted the food. And consequently, Villain’s help.

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amethystpath-writes · 3 months

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Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, the power-dampeners fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I understand if you don’t wanna write this tho!!!

A/N...You know how I made that post like a month ago? About followers and how much they mean to me? And about how I recognize some of them as being frequents or long-time followers? I recognize you. I remember you. And I appreciate you.

As a secondary note, the cutoff is spicy, but it’s PG. Unless we’re looking for non-PG. Lord knows I’ve written terrible things here.

NOT A PR0MPT

******

It was the greatest pain he’d felt. Guard looked up at him with such fear that Villain felt himself quaking in his own shoes.

Empathy. What a horrible emotion.

He could have been like the others, tearing at the walls, ripping the floor up, cutting people down. But Guard…

Guard, who had brought him, not only his food, but dessert hidden in a folded napkin.

Guard, who had changed the bulb when it burnt out though no other guard would. And not just any bulb. Guard knew how Villain hated those damn LEDs.

‘I could never sleep like that. Why should you?’

Guard, who listened.

Guard, who understood.

When Villain looked at Guard, at the fright, the confusion...he couldn't be like the others, even as some other criminal shoved a broken pipe in his hands. Distantly, he saw the criminal nodding at guard, and heard them mumble, "For that one."

That one.

That one had a name. That one was kind and- and considerate, and everything these escapees were not. He was thoughtful, and he was everything Villain didn't deserve.

A monster. I'm a monster.

As Guard's eyes quickly shifted between the pipe in Villain's hands and his eyes, Villain felt a pang of both sadness and anger. The sadness struck his heart, something so deeply buried beneath his powers, he forgot it even existed. His anger, however, centered in his hands, hot against the broken pipe. Instinct screamed to join the chaos- the power he possessed, it had to be rid of somehow. It was the reason he was ever locked up.

"I'm not- I wouldn't-"

The pipe clattered against the hard floor. It had no room to echo, the thrill of the room silencing it- thankfully to Villain. It would have drawn attention to him. They would see his empty hands, see the pipe, then see Guard- unharmed. They would kill him, brutally, and then they would kill Villain.

"Where do I go?" Guard's voice was booming despite the noise around. A bang! here, a crash! there. Villain's head was pounding, but he heard Guard's voice like an angel sent from above. A scared angel, a delicate thing, all bright eyes and parted lips.

"Here, and keep your head down." Guard held his hand out, and swiftly, as he took Guard's hand, he also grabbed his sleeve, then tore it without a moment's notice. "You ever do roleplay?" Villain pulled Guard up to his feet.

Guard's eyes widened and he shook his head without a word. Villain didn't quite believe that, but he nodded anyway.

"You and I are going to switch roles right now, okay?"

Predictably, Guard's face went still. Act as a prisoner? Villain was sure he was thinking it. Guard would never so much as think he was above being a prisoner (of course, Guard never deserved to be as such), but it was frightening. Villain knew- or at least hoped- that Guard trusted him not to take advantage of the situation. If he thought differently of Villain, he would have never acted so kind.

"What happens if-"

"Don't worry. Look." Villain gestured with a nod, not only to the chaos down the hallway, but to the other villains. While some were destroying everything in sight, others were taking victims by the arm, by their hair, by anything they could grab onto. It wouldn't be unusual for Villain to walk Guard out of the prison, to take a hostage.

Villain's history, the reason he was imprisoned at all remained a mystery to everyone. Some were very open about their reasons; they relished in being villains. I'll be your bad guy, was the motto they seemed to live by. Villain kept to himself. While some believed it was a weakness, others believed Villain's nonchalant attitude meant he should be avoided.

"If there's police outside?" Guard said under his breath as they began walking.

"Then you'll be safe."

"And you'll be arrested."

"I was in prison before. Why shouldn't I go back?"

Villain was shocked. Guard ripped his arm from his grasp and stopped, dead in the middle of the hall.

"You don't deserve that, and you know it."

He gritted his teeth. No, prison wasn't what he deserved, but-

"What happened to you," Guard began, "is so far from your fault. I'm glad this is happening; I've wanted a revolt like this because it means you'll be free!"

"Keep your voice down; you're drawing attention."

"Then I'll draw attention, Villain!"

Now, his teeth were grinding. "You are going to get yourself killed if they hear you."

"I don't care," Guard argued. "I don't care if I die, or if I'm even tortured. I care about you."

Villain didn't think. His hand felt like an extension of him, one that acted on its own. He was holding onto Guard's collar, his face inches away from the one who had taken such great care of him. A fire was burning his hand. Villain let go, then released a breath. "I'm scared," he admitted. "That's why I haven't broken out."

"Scared? Villain, no one can hurt you out there."

"That," he asserted. "That is exactly why I'm scared. Guard, I can't control myself, and honestly, this?" He tapped his chest, where, under his shirt, there was a rectangle plastered-no burnt- into his skin. "I came here for this. They don't just hand these out on the streets. You have to do something wrong to get one, to have a shot at being normal, to be someone like you."

His hands were burning. Again. He was tired of this rage, that sunken feeling of despair. Red and flame. A gas stove left running overnight. He would blow the house up.

Fire.

Red.

Rage.

Ablaze.

"Villain, no!"

Buzzing.

Villain could hear buzzing. No, that wasn't the word. Something was squealing, high pitch in his ears.

Screaming.

Nagging.

What was that sound?

"Are you okay?" The words were on repeat. Broken record. God, Villain couldn't think. Were these words his own or did they belong to someone else?

“Hey. Hey, listen to me.”

“Burns,” Villain knew this was his voice; he felt it in his chest- a deep groan that, if he were anyone but himself, would have pierced his heart. So much pain. “My hands. My hands burn.”

Fire ran down his cheeks in the shape of tears. What had he done?

What had he done?

“The others-” he started, but Guard- Guard! Without a second’s notice, Villain sat straight up, all signs of pain vacant as he turned. His head, Villain realized, had been in Guard’s lap.

“They’re okay,” Guard said, stiffening now as Villain sat up. “No causalities, but we can’t go back.”

When Villain squinted, Guard explained, “They’re searching for you, as well as all the other prisoners. We’re safe, but we can’t leave. At least, you can’t. Shouldn’t. I would never tell you what to do.”

Of course not. Guard was kind and delicate and- “How did you make it out? I- you were- that should have killed you.”

If there was one thing Villain wasn’t expecting, it was this: “You’re not the only Super I’ve been kind to. One of the others saw what was about to happen. They saved me.”

Guard was nothing if not honest, and though Villain was truly a good person, he wouldn’t know a lie if he’d never told one himself. Right now, Guard was hiding something.

#not a pr0mpt #request fill #villain x guard #guard x villain #and the other tags that don't quite fit but are within the same world-#hero x villain #hero x villain snippet #hero x villain story #hero x villain drabble #mlm #that means male and male right?? i'm not using a dirty tag right??#heroes and villains #hero #villain #anyway #Hi!#long time no see

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neongalaxiie · 4 months

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"I do not have super strength."

"Oh, yeah?" The hero raised a brow. "Prove it."

The villain looked at his chains. Well, crap, here goes nothing. He pulled his wrists apart as gently as he could and gave his best fake-straining face. The hero was not convinced.

SNAP!

Crap. Now the hero was definitely not convinced. Or amused.

The villain grinned sheepishly. "That was not supposed to happen."

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 1 year

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Massage

Hero thrashed in their bonds, desperate to get free.

“Come on, Hero,” Villain reasoned, “I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

“You kidnapped me, that’s enough!” Hero snapped, “I don’t plan on sticking around long enough to find out what else you’re going to do to me!”

“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter,” Villain said with a laugh, “now hold still.”

Villain produced a syringe from their pocket. Hero froze in their seat, their eyes widening.

“Get that thing away from me!” Hero yelled, thrashing once again.

Villain ignored them, stepping closer until they and Hero were mere inches apart. They tilted Hero’s neck, despite their struggles, and injected the contents into their system. Hero cried out as the needle was inserted.

“What did you just give me!?” Hero asked, a touch of panic creeping into their voice.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Villain said with a grin.

Hero continued to try to get free, but their movements were weaker and more sluggish for some reason. After about a minute, Hero could barely move at all.

“Wha-” Hero started.

Villain smirked and started to free Hero from their bindings. Hero slumped forward in their seat, Villain caught them before they could tumble to the ground.

“Muscle relaxer, Hero, and a pretty strong one at that,” Villain explained.

“You son of a- ack!”

Villain swept Hero up into a bridal carry and laid them on a table on their stomach, making sure their head was turned to the side. Villain took Hero’s arms and folded them in front of them, resting their head on top of them.

“Oh, this isn’t degrading at all,” Hero said.

“Relax, Hero, I’m not going to hurt you,” Villain paused, “well, this might hurt, but it’s your own fault if it does.”

Hero felt Villain put their hands on their shoulders. They made slow, circling motions with their thumbs, applying the smallest amount of pressure.

“Gosh, you are tense,” Villain said.

Hero was confused. Was Villain doing what they thought they were doing? Hero didn’t have time to question it, because Villain gradually increased the pressure until Hero couldn’t help but cry out.

“Villain!” Hero said through clenched teeth.

“I told you it was your fault if it hurt,” Villain said, “you shouldn’t have let it get this bad, why do you think I kidnapped you in the first place?”

Villain kneaded Hero’s shoulders, working out all the knots, with the occasional cry of pain from Hero. Eventually, they moved up to their neck, working out the tension there as well. Then Villain continued down to Hero’s back, and that was where a lot of the trouble resided. Villain spent a good twenty minutes massaging Hero’s back, which was both painful and relieving for Hero. When all was said and done, Villain turned Hero on their back so that they were looking up at them.

“Better?” Villain asked.

“Well, considering you gave me a muscle relaxer beforehand…”

Villain gave Hero an incredulous look.

“Yes,” Hero admitted, “it’s much better.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Villain said.

Villain picked Hero up again and carried them up the stairs.

“Wait,” Hero said, “now what are you doing?”

“You thought you were just getting a massage, Hero?” Villain asked, “no, it’s straight to the hot tub for you, then you’re going to sleep in a nice, soft bed. And don’t even think about trying to escape, I have plenty more muscle relaxers.”

Hero laughed and let themselves be carried down the halls to the hot tub. They should get kidnapped more often.

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Hero could hear their heart thumping in their chest.

"Don't get closer, Villain."

They managed to balance on one leg for a few minutes already. Surely they could keep up the appearance for a second more.

“You're scared I will see you blush?”

Hero couldn’t play this game. Not now. "Why are you even here?”

"You keep putting yourself in these situations." Villain studied them. "I think you're in trouble, come to help, and you just act like you fancy to sip tea in the middle of the night among ten unconscious criminals."

Where was their Oscar for performance of the year?

Villain made the first step anyway. Hero's natural reaction was to back up, their hand blindly finding the wall to support themselves. Only-

"You are limping."

"I put down ten criminals. You said so yourself.”

“Congratulations,” the Villain snapped. “Again you risked your life to do something good. God, Hero. Are you suicidal?”

The hero responded with a furious gaze. “Get out.”

“With pleasure. You’re coming with me.”

“What are you- don’t touch me!”

Hero’s protests did no good as Villain shoved them out of the room and into the parking lot. They put up a fight until Villain violently pressed them to the wall. They groaned out in pain. His warm breath tingled Hero’s ear.

“It’s going to go my way whether you want it or not. You’re exhausting yourself. I only want to patch you up. Or do you have somewhere else to go?”

They stopped wrestling then, partially because Villain was right and partially because there was fatigue in his voice that Hero never heard before.

They got into the passenger seat, trying their best to hide the pain of a bleeding leg. The Villain started the car.

Well, that’s awkward.

You’re willingly getting kidnapped, dumbass. Of course it’s awkward.

The Hero cleared their throat.

“Fancy car.”

“Thanks,” the Villain answered bitterly.

Half an hour later, Villain still looked on edge but the question was burning their tongue.

“Can I ask you something?”

Villain didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead.

“Why are you doing this? For me?”

Villain hit the brakes, tires squealing. He hid his head in his hands.

“Who gave you the tip, Hero?”

They fell silent.

“Exactly. No one. You were ready to go in with no backup, to…to…,”

Hero’s heart dropped.

“I think you are safer with me,” he muttered, “then you are with yourself.”

“Can you just drive, please?”

Their voice was shaking. Villain glanced at them, opened his mouth, then shut it.

They drove for hours in that full-moon night.

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tragic-feline · 1 year

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Uhhhhh i’m not the best at requests and im so sorry if this weird but teenage villain and hero in a highschool setting??? And hero knows about villain’s identity but the two of them are really good friends in civilian identities and hero doesn’t want to betray them so they just pretend like they don’t know anything and don’t arrest them???

(again i apologise for the vagueness, have a 🍫 in repayment)

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THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE OH MY GOODNESS

Also I will gladly accept the chocolate, thank you very kindly!

I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you still like it! 😭

Classmates

Hero and Villain were sitting across from eachother at lunch. The table they sat at daily was empty except for the two of them, which made sense. The pair didn't really mingle much with other students. After all, they were enough company for eachother.

"I think I'm going to skip fourth period, I'm not in the mood for bio." Villain announced, lazily picking at the salad inside of the small plastic container in front of them.

Hero released a small sigh in response. "Your attendance is already concerningly low, that's not very wise." They stated, gesticulating with a flimsy spork in the air.

In reality, the hero was more concerned for their own attendance. Every time the villain skipped a class it was to orchestrate some sort of scheme, which would lead to the hero having to skip class as well.

"Bah. I don't care about my attendance." Villain scoffed, finally taking a small bite of the salad they had been playing with for the past few minutes.

"Please dude, I'll owe you a favor." Hero pleaded, their eyes wide with concern.

Villain shook their head. "No, I want to go to the mall.” They explained, looking down at the leafy green heap inside of the container before them. They only packed the salad because their mother forced them to do so.

"Nobody goes to the mall anymore." Hero rebutted, stabbing their spork into the foam tray in front of them. It left 4 miniature holes beside the dry chicken sandwich that hero didn't dare touch.

Villain cracked a small smile at the remark. "That’s why I want to go, genius." They chuckled, tilting their head at their obviously bothered friend.

"Can I bribe you to go to class?" Hero asked, looking up at Villain desperately as they dug in their pockets for their wallet.The villain looked a bit amused. "...How much?" They replied, half jokingly. Curious as to whether or not their friend was genuinely about to pay them to stay in school.

"A crisp ten dollar bill outta do it." Offered the hero as they slid a pristine bill towards the villain. The villain stared at it apprehensively before peering back up at their classmate. "make it fifteen and I'll stay."

"I don't have fifteen." Hero grumbled, hastily revoking their ten dollar bill and returning it to their wallet. The villain’s mouth contorted into a small frown as they watched their friend surrender with an expression of frustration.

"Why do you even care so much? It's not like we have class together next..." Mumbled Villain as they closed the lid to their salad and shoved it into their lunchbox. It was one of those older metal ones, Hero knew Villain must've stolen it from some sort of collector. Or perhaps they got it from a thrift store, Villain wasn't always committing crimes. The villain loved vintage things.

Hero paused for a moment, trying to come up with a believable answer. There was absolutely no chance they’d be able to tell Villain the truth. “I- I just care because I'm your friend. Is that really that hard to believe?” Stammered Hero as they folded their hands on the table in front of them, hoping desperately that their beloved pal would believe them.

“Ok, fine...” Groaned the villain theatrically. “But you owe me the ten for messing up my plans.” They declared, before quickly clarifying. “...My mall plans.” The hero nodded in understanding as a wave of relief washed over them. Their attendance was saved, or at least for now. Carefully, they brought out their wallet once more and pulled out the crisp ten dollar bill from previously.

Abruptly, yet almost on cue, the bell that signaled the end of lunch was ringing from above. The pair rose from their seats and the villain followed the hero as they made their way over to the relatively large garbage bin in the center of the room. A swarm of chatter was slowly spilling out of the cafeteria, for students were returning to their classes.

Hero tossed the untouched tray of food into the trash and looked at their closest friend. “Thank you.” Simpered the hero, triggering a puzzled expression on the other’s face. “What for? Taking your money?” The villain joshed.

The hero merely shrugged and bid the villain farewell. The villain smiled awkwardly and did the same.

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writersagony · 1 year

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Writing Prompt 52

Villain grunted as they dragged the loopy Hero into their apartment.

"This is the last time you put me down as your emergency number, Hero."

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avvail · 1 year

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Maybe a hero who’s had a very bad day and (is on the verge of tears) only wants a hug from villain. But maybe the Villain doesn’t pick up on it and makes a snide remark or snaps at the hero and doesn’t realize until hero bursts into tears?? Fluff at the end though please!!!

So sorry if this is too specific!! Thank you if you decide to do it though! ❤️

“Hero,” the villain turns up their nose. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The hero looks tired. There are dark circles under their eyes, and a pale sheen settling over their skin, and it’s noticeable the way they have completed disregarded their mask, and stand vulnerable at their enemies feet.

They shift uncomfortably, hardly meeting Villain’s eyes. They might have laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic.

“I’m not here to fight.”

Their voice is quiet. The villain tilts their head as a wry smirk tugs at the corner of their lips.

“If I had thought you were a threat, I wouldn’t have opened the door to begin with,” they claim. Hero’s eyes seem to dim, sinking even lower to the ground. The villain studies their solemn expression, and can’t seem to understand why they’re acting like this.

“Oh,” they mumble, fiddling with their shirt. Villain’s eyes narrow. This was beginning to annoy them.

“Hero, why are you here?”

They barely even look up at them. Villain considers closing the door and going back to their evening.

“You’re acting so...pathetic,” they snarl, a scowl twisting their features. Hero winces at the tone of their voice, seemingly shrinking in on themselves. “Are you here to grovel? Are you acting?”

That pulls a reaction out of them. “I’m not acting.”

“Then why are you here?” They grit out. “You must have done something real fucking stupid to come to me and ask for my help. Do you really think I’ll do anything for you, Hero?”

Their eyes water. Hero looks horrified, and the villain mistakes the clear hurt for terror.

“I...I didn’t come to—”

Villain steps closer. “What? Have you got the cops surrounding my house? Is your little Sidekick rooting around in my office as we speak?”

The hero’s breaths becoming shallower, eyes blinking rapidly. They don’t know where to look again, and that gives Villain the answer they need.

Scoffing, they shoot them a sharp glare.

“Fuck off, Hero,” they sneer. “Don’t you dare come find me again.”

When they go to close the door, the hero leaps into action, and grips onto it firmly. Villain falters, their tongue sharp and ready to order them to let go, but they freeze.

Hero’s bottom lip is trembling, and there are tears rolling down their cheeks. When their frown melts away, the hero bursts into sobs.

“I had a bad day...” They snivelled, shakily reaching up to scrub their tears away. “That’s all...I didn’t know where else to go...”

Suddenly, the villain understands why they’re here, and their stomach coils with unwanted guilt as they listen to their broken sobs. They step closer, and don’t have to think about wrapping their arms around them and pulling them into their embrace.

The hero sobs harder, simply melting under their touch, and it’s enough to tell Villain that this was exactly what Hero needed.

They bite back a sigh, shushing them.

Villain recalls their harsh words, and analyses each sign in the hero’s body language they had so foolishly missed. They curse themselves inwardly, focusing on rubbing the hero’s back affectionately and carding a hand gently through their hair.

“Come on,” they grumble, glancing at the streets. “Let’s go inside.”

Hero doesn’t let go of them. Not even when Villain spends the night cooking them a light meal, and not even when they’re both sound asleep in each others arms.

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Skimming off the top

"Relax, I'm not about to chop your head off," the villain mused, rounding their desk to instead lean back against it. They eyed the henchmen in the chair before them, "But I know you've been skimming money off the top. Don't dig yourself a deeper hole by denying it. Just tell me why,"

Despite the villain's calm demeanour and even reassurance, henchman was undoubtedly shaking. He knew this had been a bad idea. He was about to pay for it.

"I... I needed the money-"

"For *what*?" The villain pressed.

"My... my wife she-"

"Diana? Is she alright?"

Henchman was shocked his boss even remembered her name, but he forced himself to press on, "no, or- yes- well, kind of? She uh, she's pregnant,"

"That's amazing news," the villain replied. They sounded genuinely happy, "Are you worried about not having enough to properly start a family? You could have spoken to me about a raise,"

"No no! It's, well, there have been some complications in her pregnancy. The pressure ruptured her appendix-"

"My god, is she okay!?" Villain gasped in horror.

"Yes! Yes she and the baby are fine, but the surgery was expensive so I'd been skimming to try and pay it off,"

Villain sighed, "why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" They asked. They seemed genuinely confused.

"I- what?" Henchman stammered.

The villain rounded the desk again, sitting back down on their chair, "how much more do you need to pay it off? My calculations tell me you've skimmed about $2000 already, correct?"

"I- yes, sir. I still need $6000," he replied. What was happening here?

Suddenly villain pulled out a chequebook, "Don't get me wrong, you're still in trouble for skimming behind my back. I'm no tyrant, if you need money desperately like this, just come to me next time. We are grown-ups; we can work something out. For now, we can take it off your paychecks until it's been repaid, once this has been settled," villain explained, before standing back up and handing over a check signed for $6000. "Let me know if you need any more, okay?"

Henchman was stunned, "I- I- yes- yes sir- I- thank you-"

"You're welcome," the villain nodded, "That being said. I don't want to see you skimming again. Got it?"

"Absolutely sir, it will never happen again,"

"Good," Villain nodded, sitting back down into their large office chair, "now go home,"

The henchman's eyes widened, "but I thought I wasn't getting fired!"

"You're not," villain smiled, "but your pregnant wife just had surgery. You're on mandatory leave until her doctor clears her health, got it?"

The worker's eyes widened even more, "I- yes, yes sir. Thank you so much,"

The villain nodded, looking down at their desk again, scribbling something else on a different paper. After a moment, they glanced up to see the henchman hadn't moved. They raised an eyebrow as if to say "why are you still here?"

It was because the worker felt like he couldn't leave. He had expected such punishment, but this was...

He forced his legs to stand and walked out, heading straight home. His wife would be thrilled.

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world-of-fire-and-flight · 8 months

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The Lair in the Woods: Part 10

A/N: I’M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, Y’ALL😭💜 Life’s been busy, but it’s all good stuff (okay well, not all of it but like 90% of it cause life is life and it’s not perfect😂) Good news: book 2 is published, formatting for book 3 is well under way, and I love the job I started around the time of my last update😎 Bad news: I have no idea what free time is anymore (hence my overall disappearance from social media aside from scheduled posts and the dramatic decline in my interactions on here and the actual hellsites)😵

Warnings: reference to being stalked, deception, reference to anxiety, reference to potential murder, hidden identity, some swearing…I think that’s it?? If I missed anything, please let me know😊

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Supervillain wiped their hands dry on a kitchen towel without much thought to the action. Their mind was too preoccupied by Civilian.

More specifically, speculations about who their stalker might be wholly consumed their mind until their phone buzzing on the counter broke their concentration. Setting the towel aside, Supervillain’s brows drew together as they read the caller ID.

“And here I thought I’d have to call you,” they said quietly.

“Yeah, well,” Hero said, “it’s considered professional courtesy to keep each other informed, so don’t get used to it because once we find Civilian Surname’s stalker, this ends and I go back to investigating you.”

Supervillain hummed. “Then I suppose we needn’t drag this out any longer, because I’d rather not get too close to one of the Agency’s pawns.”

They didn’t have to see Hero to know the look on their face. They’d seen it plenty enough times when they’d goaded them in the past—truth be told though, that felt like another lifetime now. Supervillain’s smirk only grew sharper at the tension in Hero’s voice when they replied.

“Very funny,” they said, “but I have better things to do with my time than investigate something so—”

Supervillain’s smirk fell. “Hero, we had an agreement, you said—”

“And there it is.” The Hero’s grin was irritatingly audible, causing Supervillain to clench their jaw as they could see the expression as clear as day in their mind. “We do have an agreement, which is why I’m calling you in the first place. I just hope reminding you that this is a partnership for Civilian’s sake isn’t going to be a recurring thing because I do have better things to do with my time that isn’t rubbing elbows with a wanted criminal.”

Supervillain let out the breath they’d been holding in an effort to stop themselves from snapping at Hero. “What did you find?”

“That’s better. So anyway, I formally adopted the case and took a look, but as far as I can tell, the police investigation is as thorough as it can be. Whoever Civlian’s stalker is, they’re either a professional or have a little extra help, maybe both. I’ve gotta ask,” Hero started, taking a breath, “who are they again?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Supervillain mumbled. Pinching the bridge of their nose, Supervillain turned around and leaned against the counter. Just as they went to respond, a shadow of movement caught their attention. Their eyes flicked toward the movement in time to see Civilian quietly slinking into the living room and sitting back down by the fire. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see what I can find and have Right Hand send you what they’ve dug up thus far.”

“Wait, what do you me—”

Supervillain didn’t let them finish, hanging up and shoving their phone in their pocket.

Making certain their footfalls were heavy enough that Civilian could hear them coming but soft enough that they wouldn’t startle them, Supervillain joined them, sitting in their favorite armchair and offering them a smile.

“Feeling better?”

Civilian met their gaze. “Yeah, actually. I think I am.” They paused, glancing about uncertainly. Nibbling on their lip, Civilian’s eyes slowly gravitated back toward them. “Was that your contact, in the city?”

“It was,” Supervillain nodded. “They told me that they’ve started looking into your case and confirmed that the investigation conducted by the local PD was at least thorough.”

Civilian bobbed their head, though their face remained unchanged. Supervillain studied them curiously.

“So what does that mean for me?”

“Well…” Supervillain began hesitantly, “maybe you could help me? Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your life, your routine, the people you know, things of that nature?”

Civilian drew their knees up to their chest and wrapped their arms around them. They still looked exhausted, but behind their eyes was a spark. Supervillain wondered if that meant they were ready to start fighting instead of trying to outrun their stalker.

If so, that was good.

Better than good, it was perfect, actually.

Already, a plan began to bloom in Supervillain’s mind as they asked about anything that could help shed a light to help guide their own investigation.

***

Hero stared at their phone with a frown. Whoever Civilian was, they’d certain changed Supervillain. But now they knew Supervillain didn’t know Civilian Surname. That as much was true.

That’s what I’m trying to figure out, they’d said, sounding just as confused and in the dark as Hero was.

Over and over again, their question and Supervillain’s unguarded response echoed in their head. But it wasn’t as simple as who was Civilian Surname. What really mattered was, how?

How did Civilian catch their stalker’s eye? What made their stalker drawn to them? Where had they first seen Civilian? And when had they chosen to stalk Civilian? How many times had they seen them before that decision was made?

The place they’d first seen or had been in contact with Civilian was perhaps the most important in Hero’s opinion. If they could just narrow it down to that, then maybe they could narrow down a list of suspects specific to that particular facet of Civilian’s life.

Shaking their head, Hero pulled their coat back on and grabbed their keys. They’d just barely have enough time to pick up some coffee before their meeting with Detective…and still be five minutes early like Detective liked. So help the fool that that showed up late. Hero learned that the hard way one time. It didn’t matter that they’d stopped Other Villain from melting Central Museum’s vault and stealing the Precious Artifact worth millions on the black market that could’ve funded their world domination plan, all Detective had cared about was the disrespect they’d shown them by being late.

And so began the vicious cycle of Detective returning the courtesy by making Hero’s job as difficult as possible for the next two weeks until Hero finally decided to show up an hour early and sat and waited for Detective outside their office to get a records release form signed.

Hero hadn’t thought Detective would come around after that, but as it turned out they were both spitefully petty.

Ever since then, they’d had one hell of a working relationship and tight-knit friendship.

“Well, well, well, look who’s early. I wish all my caped partners were as punctual.”

Hero pressed a hand to their chest in mock offense. “Detective, are you working with other heroes behind my back?”

“What can I say,” Detective sighed, taking the coffee Hero offered them, “someone’s got to do your grunt work and we all know that when Other Detective does the paperwork, it’s never admissible in court because they don’t do it right.”

“Vigilante case fell through again?” Hero sat on the edge of Detective’s desk as they resumed their seat.

Detective groaned in response. “Don’t even get me started. It’s like they want the case thrown out.”

“Have you ever wonder—”

“Every. Single. Time.” Detective’s face turned to stone. Their eyes withdrew, focusing on whatever internal thoughts were flitting through their head.

“Well Supervillain owes me a favor,” Hero said quickly, taking an innocuous sip of coffee.

“What?” Detective shot up and slammed their hands on their desk, nearly toppling over their coffee cup and the precarious stacks of paperwork scattered across their desk. “You mean Supervillain, the most ruthless criminal that’s always one step ahead of the law and probably has dossiers on all of us, owes you a favor because you promised to help their precious civilian?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

Detective rolled their eyes. “Wow. So, Supervillian gave away one of the most powerful chips in the caped community—no, the entire professional world regardless of profession—to the likes of you.” Detective plopped back down in their seat with a crooked smile. “This has got to be the worst week of their career!” Detective sobered, “Well, this and when Partner dropped off the face of the earth. That’s another one I can’t seem to find. It’s like they’re a ghost.”

Hero’s brows furrowed. They dropped their gaze to the floor. “They’re probably dead. I’ll bet all I have that Supervillain killed them and that’s why you can’t find a body. There probably isn’t one, if Supervillain’s reputation is anywhere near accurate.”

Detective threw their head back laughing.

“You’re probably right! There’s no way Supervillain would let someone, anyone, walk away. I guess you’ll just have to do a little digging for me while you’re working with them to catch Civilian’s stalker.”

“I’ll do my best, but no promises, Detective.”

“And that’s what I like about working with you,” they said, motioning for them to hand over the copies of Civilian’s files Hero had made up for them. “You don’t have a super-inflated ego or think that I’m somehow lesser than you just because I haven’t got a cape and mask and glowing hands or whatever.”

“Superhero again?”

“YES!” Detective burst, “If the media knew half the shit I do about them, they’d drag Supes through town square like they deserve.”

“Or I could make sure back up shows up a little late and they take a few more punches to the face from Other Supervillain?”

“I would love that,” Detective smiled, scanning the pages before them. “This is it? This is all we have to work with?”

Hero nodded. “Supervillain said they’d have Right Hand send over what they’ve got so far.”

“It’s a start, I guess,” Detective grumbled, “If we manage to find their stalker and bring them to justice, it’ll be nothing short of a miracle.”

Hero didn’t bother to agree. Whatever Supervillain was scheming in order to catch Civilian’s stalker, they only hoped it ended the whole affair sooner rather than later, like before anyone had a chance to connect the dots.

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