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Unforgettable

"Well, well, well," Villain cackles. "Look who's got the upperhand this time."

Hero glares from where they are tied on the floor. Their mouth is gagged, but Villain can still hear their cursing. They cock their head, leaning forward. They see a bruise behind the hero's collar.

An unknown ache rises in their chest.

"My henchmen roughed you up quite a bit, huh?" Villain tuts. "I'll have to make them pay for damaged goods."

A muffled noise comes from Hero, their gaze sharp.

Villain lets them wait for a few seconds before waving a hand to loosen the rope covering their mouth.

The hero pulls a face, tongue sticking out in an effort to get the taste out of their mouth. It is...oddly cute.

"Are you mad at me?" Hero asks. "Or is this some sort of bondage foreplay?"

Villain blinks. "I didn't realise we were close enough to engage in those types of activities," they tease.

"You are angry," Hero ascertains, worried. "Is it because we didn't go on that date yesterday? I'm sorry, the agency suddenly wanted me to work overtime."

Villain watches the hero work themselves into a panic, taken aback. A date? They aren't aware they had an appointment the day before.

"What kind of relationship do you think we have?" they ask.

"This again?" Hero raises a brow. "We're lovers. Or do you want me to prove it to you?" They gaze at them with lidded eyes.

The villain's jaw nearly drops. Lovers? They have no recollection of such a thing.

Finally, Hero seems to realise something is wrong. Their brows furrowing, they ask, "Are you okay?"

Villain can't tear themselves away from the concern in their eyes. They've never had somebody who looks at them like they're someone precious.

The words slip out subconsciously. "I have amnesia."

The hero's eyes widen, expression battling between alarm and anxiety. "What?" they say weakly.

"I woke up this morning with no memory of the last year."

Hero looks devastated. "Our anniversary is next week."

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Prompt #42

"You're so pretty like this," the villain said.

Even at the peak of their rage the hero flushed. They stumbled, finally giving in to the henchmens' relentless pushing and ending up on their knees.

The villain smirked at the sight of it. "Even better," they commented. "I always did like the idea of watching you beg..."

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Writing Prompt 3

As children, Hero and Villain would play together. Hero would be a "damsel in distress," captured by the wicked sorcerer and his dragon. Villain would play the "knight in shining armor," saving their beloved from a cruel fate.

Now, though, Hero found their role as the damsel in distress far less fun to play when Villain's efforts to save them weren't working.

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Whump Prompt 91

Write something inspired by the following line of dialogue:

"You want to know how I survived? I didn't survive. I died. And now I've come back to haunt you all the way to hell."

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CW: light kidnapping, hero got roughed up a bit, just a like soupçon of suggestiveness at the end. It's all very light.

The shame coursing through the Villain had left him speechless. His mind was chaos, turning over what to say to his beloved, but nothing felt adequate. He wished that Hero would say something, berate him, beg for answers. Instead, he was just hunched over, not facing Villain, silent. Villain, himself, had fallen to his haunches the moment he had been dumped in the cell, weak with guilt.

“Hero,” Villain started, his voice so quiet that he had to clear his throat to get it to an audible level. “Hero, I’m so sorry. Words do not even describe how sorry I am. I thought...”

It didn't really matter what Villain had thought. Supervillain had promised Hero's safety, should Villain work for him on a machine. But Villain should've known the worth of Supervillain's promises -- once he had completed his work, he and Hero had been captured, with the implication of silencing both.

He was never going to forget the look of fear cross Hero’s face as he was forcibly restrained by henchmen, forced to his knees as his arms were bound tightly. Nor would Villain ever stop thinking about the hurt in Hero's eyes when he turned back to face Villain, on his back and under the boot of Supervillain, helpless and deceived. More than anything, he’d never forget the sick, victorious laugh as Supervillain realized that Hero was ripe for the taking, another means to hold control over Villain.

Now they were staring down the barrel of uncertain but doubtless unpleasant ends, and Villain couldn't even hold Hero before things truly turned.

If his boyfriend even wanted to ever be held by Villain again.

If their relationship could ever survive this.

There was a burning tightness in his throat that he forced himself to ignore. He didn't deserve pity, not even self-pity.

“I should have told you,” Villain said, instead of all of that. “I’m so sorry. I thought if I kept it a secret, then Supervillain wouldn’t have done anything, but I shouldn't have worked for him and I should have told you.”

There was, finally, a sound from the other side of the room! Granted, it was a noncommittal hum, but it was something.

“If you need space, or...” Villain swallowed down his agony at the thought, pressing on, “If...you need a break, that’s entirely--”

On the other side of two sets of bars, the Hero's shoulders drooped and his head tipped back; an annoyed sigh rang out through the otherwise empty holding area.

“Please,” Hero groaned, playful in spite of their sorry circumstances, “baby, the theatrics. I’m pissed, but not leaving you levels of pissed.” He still hadn’t faced the villain, instead hunching back over his lap. His voice was serious when he said, “I do wish you didn’t underestimate me, though.”

Villain let his head hang down, another wave of guilt washing over him. “I know, I’m so --”

“‘Sorry���, yes, I got that,” Hero finished, not unkindly and certainly not impatiently. He finally turned to look back at Villain. His left eye was swollen and purpling, which made Villain wince, but his smirk was as gloriously triumphant as though he was untouched. He raised his hand, revealing a makeshift key out of a sturdy wire, and winked his uninjured eye. “You can make it up to me later.”

Villain’s eyes widened in awe. “How did you...?”

“Oh, honey, you should know this one by now,” Hero stood in a slightly wobbling movement, fumbling around the barred door to reach the keyhole. “Card-carrying Goonion member, and all. Rule number one of underpaid henches: they never check the boots.” He shrugged as he unlocked the door, crossing to the Villain’s cell and twisting the key into a new shape. “The rest was just some light divination.”

The door clicked and rattled open, and Hero's hand proffered itself in front of Villain. The scientist, struck speechless with emotion, grasped his boyfriend’s hand tenderly, eagerly allowing himself to be pulled into his arms.

“I love you,” Villain breathed, reverent, staring at Hero.

With an exhale, his boyfriend’s expression had softened from its smug triumph. “And I you,” he said, gently. He kissed Villain with the same forgiving softness as his voice. “Now, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner you can make this evening up to me. I had some fun shower plans from before we got captured.”

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Short Prompt #1041

“I need you to take things seriously for once,” The villain said, holding the hero by the shoulders. “Just because you can’t die doesn’t mean you can fuck up this mission for the rest of us.”

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can I request your typical shipping dynamic on this blog, heroxvillain but they have a chaotic child

“Jesus fucking Christ…” the hero muttered. They squeezed their eyes shut and pinched the bridge of their nose. “Babe, please repeat that.”

“Your child stole a car, damaged public property and endangered a lot of people with their terribly poor driving skills to spend a night with their crush at the lake.”

“Oh my god. I mean, we fucked up when we were young and we did a lot of bullshit but this?” The hero stared at their desk as if they wanted to burn it with their own gaze.

“In hindsight, the overall damage is easily manageable,” the villain remarked. They looked at their spouse so easily, so lovingly and yet, the hero didn’t know what to do with all this love. Sometimes one look overwhelmed them. Right now, they couldn’t be distracted by that, though.

“Well, now it’s manageable. What about the things they’ll do in a week? A month? A year?” They looked at the curve of the hero’s jaw and their heart jumped a bit. Fuck. After all these years, they still had butterflies in their stomach.

“It’s just a phase, my love.”

“This phase has been going on for seventeen years.” The hero groaned again. “God, they won’t even talk to me. They just look at me and when they speak it’s gruff and condescending. They think they know everything. It pisses me off—”

“Hm. Reminds me of someone.” The villain smiled sweetly but even that couldn’t calm down the hero right now. The more they thought about this, the more they got frustrated.

“I didn’t steal cars.”

“No.” The villain pushed the many things — mostly papers and books — on the hero’s table to the side and sat on it. For a moment the hero blushed and got really embarrassed, that was until they realised that they were married to the person in front of them. “You contravened direct orders from your superiors and stole a few weapons to see and impress me.”

“Come on, you can’t compare that to our kid—”

“They’re a good child. You would’ve done the same if I’d been the person of interest.” The villain reached out and traced the hero’s jawline. “It’s adorable how similar you both are.”

“Babe, I don’t want them to end up behind bars,” the hero whispered. It was a thought that had invaded their mind for quite some time now. It had happened to the villain once and those months were unbearable for the hero who was blaming themselves. They couldn’t even imagine how it would be with their kid.

The hero had a lot of connections. They could help to get them out of most things but if their kid messed up badly—

“Neither do I. But they’ll learn. Home isn’t supposed to be something scary you run away from. Our home is supposed to be safe. If they get in serious trouble, their first instinct should be to call us. That is what parents are for.”

“I know…” The hero let out a shaky breath as their gaze fixed on the villain’s thighs.

“My love. I know you’re scared. But they have a good heart. They’ll learn from their mistakes. The most important thing is that they come back home in one piece.”

Suddenly, the hero stood up and kissed them. Hard. They pulled away much too soon but they simply had to whisper the words “I don’t know what to do without you.”

The villain smiled again. And then they simply said “I know.”

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This is stupid keep scrolling please, but I would die to know how Batjokes shippers rectify the whole Jason situation with their ship. Is it a thing where he isn't brutally murdered, or is he dead but Bruce is like "ah well, sucks but there are more orphans where that came from", or is he dead by other means & the Joker is just like "there there honey *honks a little bicycle horn in comfort*"? Does Jason come back from the Lazarus Pit & see that, not only did Bruce not avenge him, he shacked up w his murderer? Like I will not do the research to see what the general consensus is but it is also insane to me. Like he murdered his fucking son. I know comic books have more character deaths than characters with the common cold, but seriously. If there is a neat little tedtalk under 15 minutes explaining how Batjokes shippers deal w Jason Todd, please send me the link.