#bad supervillain x villain

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Heiii !! How are you ? Wanted to request a continuation for random prompt 88 if you want please

Request #8 - Part 1 Part 3 Hi, Anon! I'm doing good, I hope you are as well.

Villain listened to the gentle breathing beside them, focusing their gaze on the roof. They had given up nights ago on trying to imagine the master criminal beside them as someone else. As Hero. The two were too different, like the sun to the moon and fire to water.

Supervillain used to be so appealing, even without all the strings they had attached to people like puppets. At first, they were everything Villain had thought they had wanted. Bright, clingy, energetic, protective... But then the red flags started to wave.

Insane, manipulative, boisterous, possessive...

So, the criminal had fled to their one escape from Supervillain's constant watch: their work. It would be cheating, they'd insist when the bigger villain offered to help or just do the heist for them. So, they absorbed themself into the dangerous field, going into action whenever they got the chance to.

And they met Hero because of it, and slowly everything slid into place. The bond Villain lacked with Supervillain was suddenly there and everything felt so right and so much fun. Sneaking out at ungodly hours of the night became normal routine.

Hero was everything they needed. Calm, understanding, patient yet so adventurous and encouraging. They kept Villain's heart from shattering when things got too stressful, when they felt like they were being watched. Hero was a safety net and the person Villain wanted more than anything in the world, and the person who made them brave enough to leave Supervillain.

Safe, loving and just perfect.

Shaking their head, Villain rubbed the stinging feeling from their eyes as they slowly sat up, careful to not jostle the arm circled around their middle too much. With practice they slipped away from Supervillain's unwanted embrace, making their way out of the bedroom and into the living room.

The early morning sun draped the room and kitchenette in a warm glow, the sunrise barely visible from the huge windows covering most of the wall. The apartment was much too high up in Villain's opinion, but they knew why it was chosen. They wouldn't get down three floors before Supervillain caught them once more.

Villain strolled over get a better look at the view, trying to peer around the towering city buildings for a bigger glimpse at the sun. Instead, their eye caught something else; a familiar silhouette flying in the warm coloured sky. Quickly, they forced themself away from the glass, only making eye contact for a fleeting moment.

They were definitely in luck, as Supervillain walked out of the bedroom just as they moved to start the coffee machine. They really didn't need a lecture about loyalty and threats so early in the morning.

As soon as they had placed a cup under the machine, arms were laced tightly around Villain's waist and kisses were peppered across the back of their head. They forced their shoulders to not stiffen, uncomfortably leaning back against Supervillain's chest.

"Good morning, my love." The master criminal's voice in their ear sparks a sharp pang in their skull and they stare at the coffee machine with malice. The caffeine certainly wouldn't help them with the headache, but it would for keeping up energy to deal with the figure behind them all day.

Villain murmured something akin to a 'good morning', which Supervillain looked much too pleased at. A relieved sigh was nearly tempted out of the smaller criminal as their arms slipped away from them. Thank the stars Supervillain actually had work to do today. Pressing one last kiss to the side of Villain's face, they dismissed themself back into the bedroom to change before heading out of the apartment.

The sound of the door shutting calmed the rapid pace of Villain's heart, an exhausted breath leaving their lips as they slumped forward, mug of coffee now cradled tightly in their hands. The warmth on their palms was soothing and a distraction from the bitter cold left by Supervillain's affections.

And then there was the sound of shattering glass. A shattering window.

The coffee mug dropped from their now shaking grip, crashing against the marble counters. Villain stared at the large window and the web-like cracks now spiraling along the glass. All caused by one punch from one person.

The door clicked open once more. Another punch to the window, now more... panicked.

What the hell was Hero doing?

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hey can you do literally anything with babey civilian / badass supervillain? Maybe a little bit of jealous hero who won't leave civilian alone?

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Hey Choco Anon! Sorry it took so long to reply to this, but yeah, I can give it a try! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Thank you to @thepenultimateword for helping me on this one!

The sight of Hero made Civilian walk a little faster. They were anxious to get to their destination without being intercepted by the crime-fighter. Despite the good things the press always said about them, there was something about Hero that sent shivers down Civilian’s spine.

Civilian just reached their bus stop when a gloved hand came to rest on their shoulder.

“Well, hello there, pretty,” Hero said, “what are you doing out alone so late?”

Civilian gulped, their body stiffening. They turned to face them.

“I’m just waiting for my bus,” Civilian said quietly.

“Speak up, doll,” Hero said sweetly, “I have a lot of abilities, but super hearing isn’t one of them.”

“Just waiting for the bus,” Civilian repeated a little louder.

“Hm,” Hero mused, “you don’t usually take a bus to get home, where are you off to?”

Civilian faltered, how did Hero know about their route home?

“I- I’m just-”

“Hope you’re not going near that criminal’s base,” Hero continued, “I’ve noticed Supervillain’s had their eye on you for a while, you need to be careful, doll.”

Civilian nodded stiffly.

“I am careful,” Civilian said, forcing a polite smile.

Hero tucked a strand of hair behind Civilian’s ear. Civilian fought back a shudder.

“I know,” Hero said, “but you’d do well to have someone looking out for you.”

The sound of a bus stopping made Civilian relax just a little. Finally, they were saved!

“Well, uh, this is my bus, so, um, bye-”

Civilian went to leave, but Hero grabbed their wrist.

“Where are you trying to go?” Hero asked, “I can take you there. Statistically, flying is the safest way to travel.”

“Oh, that’s okay-”

“I insist,” Hero said, pulling Civilian closer and starting to rise up.

Civilian’s stomach dropped.

“Hero!” a voice shouted.

Hero stopped a few feet in the air, turning to the source of the voice.

“Hands off,” Supervillain said, approaching them, “they’re not interested.”

“How would you know?” Hero asked, landing back on the ground, “have they told you that?”

“The look on their face says everything,” Supervillain said, charging two balls of dark energy, “let them go. Now.”

Hero chuckled, moving Civilian so that they were behind them.

“This’ll just be a second,” they said.

Hero summoned two fireballs and strutted toward Supervillain. Supervillain cast a glance at Civilian.

“Run,” they mouthed.

Before Hero could turn to see what Civilian would do, Supervillain clocked them hard in the jaw, dark energy spreading into their skin. Civilian didn’t stay to watch what would happen next; they bolted, turning a corner and running to who knew where.

…

Civilian hid in an alleyway, trying to catch their breath and slow their racing heart. A figure landed next to them. Civilian’s heart leapt into their throat, whipping around to face them.

“Supervillain,” they realized, breathing a sigh of relief.

Civilian collapsed against the alley wall. Supervillain approached them slowly.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Supervillain said, “they won’t bother you anymore. I made sure of it.”

“Thank you,” Civilian breathed, “thank you thank you thank you.”

“…Can I come closer?” Supervillain asked gently.

Civilian managed to nod. Supervillain closed the rest of the distance between them.

“Would you like me to take you home?” they asked.

Civilian shook their head.

“C-can I stay with you tonight? Please?”

“Of course, love. I’m going to pick you up now, alright?”

Civilian nodded again. Supervillain put their arms around them and lifted them into the air, flying back to their base.

“Next time you want to see me, don’t take the bus,” Supervillain said, “just call me and I’ll come get you.”

Civilian buried their face in Supervillain’s chest, muttering out a muffled reply.

…

Supervillain gently sat Civilian down on the large, plush couch in their living room. They crouched down to get a better look at their lover.

“Talk to me,” Supervillain said, “did they do anything to you?”

Civilian shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

“I think they were stalking me. I don’t feel safe anymore. They’re so… grabby and forceful.”

Something dark glinted in Supervillain’s eyes, but it faded before Civilian could see it.

“Like I said, they shouldn’t come near you again,” Supervillain said, “if they do, I swear I will finish what I started.”

“What did you do?” Civilian sniffled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Supervillain said with a small smile, “it’s nothing you need to lose sleep over.”

Supervillain sat down on the couch next to Civilian. Civilian cuddled up to them, sobbing quietly. Supervillain ran their hand up and down their lover’s shoulder, shushing them gently.

…

Hero’s mangled body was rushed to a local hospital, where it was determined that Supervillain had shattered their arms, legs, and jaw. It would be a while before they had an opportunity to bother Civilian again, and if they did… well, the funeral would be a spectacle for sure.

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[avvail]

OOOOO OOO OOOOO angry mob, but it's civilians mobbing the hero they once admired/trusted? Chef's choice on the context, "you failed us" type of thing comes to mind...if the villain needs to be directly involved (rather than just implied background/setting) maybe even they find it too brutal/unfair...

The hero doesn’t put up much of a fight as they were dragged along the streets, flanked by two giant henchmen. Even if they made a run for it, they wouldn’t get very far.

Civilians upon civilians were gathered along the streets, the supervillain’s henchmen doing their best to keep them back, their ruthless shouting and livid screaming like tidal waves in the hero’s mind.

It was a perfect ploy on the supervillain’s part. Blackmail the hero, keep them in the dark long enough so when the turn over of the precious city they cared about so much occured, the hero was immediately implicated.

The city hated them.

There were hundreds of civilians crowding the streets, and they barely avoided rocks, glass, and anything they got their hands on being tossed at them. They might not have any restraints, but the hero’s hands were tied.

“You promised to protect the city!”

“You’re the worst of them all!”

“Get out of here!”

“You’ve left us all to rot!”

“We trusted you!”

The hero clenches their jaw, trying not to let the tears sting their eyes. With the supervillain’s influence, they couldn’t even fight back. Couldn’t rally the civilians to their cause, not if they wanted to incite a complete massacre.

The sudden clanging of metal suddenly caught the hero off guard, and they barely even turned around to catch a glimpse of the civilians that had shoved one of the henchmen to the ground, making a furious beeline towards them.

The hero’s eyes widened as the two beside them attempted to protect them from the oncoming mob, but the sheer size was no match for them. They descend on them immediately, and had the hero taking blow after blow, smacking into the ground.

The ravenous screaming filled their mind, feeling their shoes smack into their stomach, their back, desperately trying to cover their head with their arms to stop the crowd from stamping on their skull. Some people were trying to, even if the hero curled themselves in so tight.

They briefly sobbed, wondering if this was how they were going to die, until there was a sudden uproar, and the crowd dispersed away from their trembling body. A flurry of the supervillain’s henchmen had come in, violently breaking up the crowd, as gentle hands peeled the hero’s arms from their head.

“Hero.”

Their scrunched eyes barely cracked open. They knew that voice.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” the villain murmured softly, tucking an arm around their shoulders to lift them into a sitting position. The hero barely bit back a pained cry, agony tearing through their muscles.

They could taste blood on their tongue.

“Oh, jesus. You’re okay,” they whispered quickly, tenderly stroking one of the black bruises on their jaw. “You may have broken a rib, but you’re fine now. They’re gone.”

The hero’s breathing rattled, each scream and each furious shout from a civilian making them wince. The villain cradled them close, a quiet sigh escaping their lips.

“Why’d you do it, Hero?”

The words made them almost heave.

“I didn’t want to,” they sobbed, their rattling breath hitching when their hands gently carded through their hair. “I didn’t want to. I’m sorry.”

The villain’s expression softened. It didn’t matter if the hero had aligned with the supervillain or not - they didn’t deserve this kind of brutal treatment. They swallowed uneasily, gently helping them onto their feet.

“Okay, sweetheart,” they whispered softly. “Let’s get you out of here.”

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[the-flower-named-fire]

A couple like the Beauty and the Beast Trope, but you don't truly which is which

In one side, one have a terrifying appearance and the other is well know for their beauty

But on the other hand...

The abominable one is good at heart, even if they are hated by their looks

While the fair one is a dreaded villain with awful feats, loved by their charming personality and stunning features

Because of this, both of them think the other is the 'Beauty', believing themselves the 'Beast' and unworthy of their beloved

[serickswrites]

Yank

Warnings: threat of death (perceived)

"Look out!" Supervillain cried as they grabbed Villain by the arm and yanked as hard as they could.

"The fuck?" Villain said as they stumbled backwards. "What was that for?" They gestured at the car driving the opposite way of the two villains. "They weren't even near us, Supervillain!" Villain frowned. "We are in a rush to get supplies. What is wrong with you?"

Supervillain stared at their hand. What had they just done? They rarely put hands on Villain. "I'm sorry...I....I just can't bear to see you hurt. Not....not after everything." They couldn't bring themself to say the rest. They hung their head in shame.

Villain put a tender hand on Supervillain's cheek. "Oh, love, it's ok. I'm ok. I'm safe. I'm not there anymore. You saved me. I'm ok."

Supervillain put their hand on top of Villain's. "You are ok. You're here. You're with me. You're safe."

Villain nodded. They took Supervillain's hand in theirs. "Now, can we go pick up some supplies?"

[thepenultimateword]

Lotus

CW: coroner examination, blood, injury mention, mention of murder, harassment and stalking mention, body description

Civilian tried not to throw up as he lifted the sheet. Not because of the purple hue of livor mortis, all the blood long pooled to the victim's back and the heels of their feet, nor because of the 23 violent stab wounds littering their gut, insides now nothing more than a gooey, shredded mess. No, the real reason he felt so nauseous was the victim's face. He knew that face. In fact, he’d seen it only yesterday when it ambushed him outside his office. Sneering, too close, the hot, floral stench of their breath on his cheek.

Now it lay lifeless.

“I wasn’t aware they died,” Civilian said, doing his best to keep his voice neutral.

“Hasn't hit the news yet,” the chief police officer said. It figured they'd send the boss to deliver the remains on such a sensitive murder case. “Imagine the headline: Superhero Murdered: Killer Unknown and At Large.” It will be an uproar. Superhero was supposed to be the most powerful person alive, if it gets out that someone took them out... The public is going to panic. Not to mention all the villains who might make an attempt on the city without the opposition. I don't even want to think about Supervillain."

Civilian saw the implication in the officer's hard, over-the-glasses stare.

"I'm not going to tell anyone," he said dryly. "That would be unprofessional in any case. Being a hero doesn't change anything."

"Of course," the chief said, probably also hiding his real emotions. The police force's backbone had shattered and crumbled a long time ago. Probably the day Superhero came to the city and took control. None of them were equipped to deal with the type of criminals that narcissist had been keeping at bay. "So. Besides the obvious. How do you think...this...er...came about?"

Civilian turned to his tray of tools, straightening the knives, saws and forceps into even rows. "I need to give a full autopsy before I can give any cause of death."

"Ok, just give me a surface-level first impression then. "

Civilian sighed. "Didn't you have a medical examiner at the scene?"

"I've heard you're better."

Civilian really just felt like collapsing on the ground and breaking down. To get this confusing rush of relief and guilt under control. However, he had a sneaking suspicion that the chief wasn't going anywhere until he got something. Civilian tried not to feel too discouraged that the force was in a low enough place to be relying on him for leads.

He walked around to the other side of the table, gluing his eyes to the wounds instead of the face. If he could pretend this was just any other body, he would be fine.

"I mean, the stab wounds are a start. 23. That's an excessive amount. So it was personal. It's entirely possible it's no deeper than that. Someone got mad, and...bam."

"I could have told you that,” the officer said, index finger stuttering rapidly against his belt. “The question is how? If none of Superhero's enemies could kill them in the past, how did they do it now? The crime scene didn't even show a significant struggle."

Civilian rolled his eyes. Superhero wasn't a god. Just because they were big and powerful and felt like they could dominate everything and everyone around them, didn't mean they were perfect. Just because no one knew how to stop him didn’t mean there was never a way. At least…they’d always hoped there was a way.

"No need to be testy,” he said. “I’m just doing what you asked. Like I said, I need a full autopsy to know if there were drugs or other substances in their system at the time of death. Something like that could have slowed them down long enough to be attacked. Or perhaps, it was the drugs that killed them and the stabbing came later to cover it up.”

“Why would they do that?”

“I don’t know, scare tactic? I’m just spitballing. But if I could get to work…”

He motioned as politely as he could toward the door.

“Alright,” the officer said a little tightly, but he still offered Civilian a short nod before striding out of the room. Like always, the large, metal door slammed a little too hard when dropped.

Civilian collapsed immediately.

He barely caught himself in a low crouch, fingers spread flat against the cold tile. His breath came too hard and too fast, but now that the need to regulate his emotions was gone, he couldn’t seem to calm down. He hoped no one else would walk in. He didn't know how he would explain this. The best cover he could come up with was that he was afraid for the future with Superhero gone, but it would be dangerously awkward if anyone happened to hear the lie in his voice.

He honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to feel. Was it awful that he couldn’t bring himself to be sad? Superhero was a human being, someone he’d known personally, shouldn’t he feel some sort of sympathy?

Then there was the awful fact that he’d sort of wished it would happen. Every day that that monster trailed him like a lingering nightmare, in front of his workplace, outside his house, in his favorite stores, he’d wished that something might happen to them. If the law wouldn’t take care of it, then maybe one of their many fights would end badly. Or maybe a tragic accident might occur: struck dead in a lightning storm, broken neck in the shower, anything.

But Superhero had always been blessed.

Until now.

Civilian slowly uprighted himself. Guilty or not, he had a job to do. And if he didn’t want the police back down his throat, he should get started.

With a deep breath, he clicked the red button on his voice recorder.

"January 5th, 5:40 p.m., Superhero. Subject has 23 abdominal stab wounds, just below their ribs. No sign of further bruising or injury on any other part of the body." They held their magnifying lense up to the corpse's blue nails. "Not even any skin beneath the fingernails to indicate a struggle."

Civilian was relieved when they finished the external part of the examination and could get started with the internal. No need to look at the horrible familiarity of their smug jawline and forceful hands. Not only were insides less unique, but they'd carved a body so many times they could do it in their sleep, in fact, with all the inner turmoil roiling inside, the familiar monotony of the procedure was sort of relaxing. An incision here, and incision there, open up the chest cavity, remove the organs, check the weight, take some samples, bag them up, and... What was that?

Civilian squinted at the right bottom rib, smooth bone interrupted by a few jagged markings engraved large across the center. As he leaned in closer to the chest cavity, markings became letters.

STALKER

Civilian's stomach lurched.

"There....there seems to be a message carved into the subject's 12th rib, on the right side." They swallowed hard before saying the word aloud. "Stalker. Along with um…I think that’s a lotus? But with...eyes."

The symbol was unsettling, a staring eyeball carved onto each petal and staring straight into Civilain's soul. Almost like...it knew...

Civilian paused the recording and took another moment to breathe. They needed to think. What was this? A brand? A message? But for who? They glanced back at the staring lotus, quickly swiping a smear of blood over it with their thumb to block it out. It only made it worse.

Did someone know what Superhero and him? He'd never told anyone. He didn't have anyone close enough to confide in personally, and Superhero had been too prominent a figure to go public. If anyone even believed him, he'd been much to afraid of what Superhero might do to him after the fact.

Was it a coincidence that one of the only people who could examine the body intimately enough to see its ribs was...him? It wasn't like he was the only coroner in the city. The body just happened to fall into his jurisdiction based on where it was found. So unless the killer lured Superhero somewhere nearby specifically so Civilian would be the one to-- No. No, that was ridiculous. They were too close, making this all about them. More likely, Superhero had stalked more than one person.

"Someone who wasn't too soft to bite back."

Civilian was used to being alone, but suddenly he felt nervous hearing his voice squeak out against the autopsy room's empty quiet.

He cleared his throat and hit play on his recorder. "I've never seen this symbol before, but it may be a hint to whoever did this. It's the only unnatural mark I see on the body so far, but I will keep an eye out during the rest of the examination."

Civilian blabbered numbly throughout the rest of the autopsy, doing his best to keep the tremor from voice. It was easy going through the motions, it was less easy trying to block out the surge of thoughts invading his mind. There were no other marks and no other clues as to how Superhero was overwhelmed. The contents of Supehero's stomach and blood would take some time to be tested, so as unhappy as it would probably make the police chief, the only lead he was going to be able to give him was that rib. Civilian managed to transfer his old nightmare into one of the freezers and make an appointment over the phone for the chief to come back in the morning, before locking up the office and starting the trek to the bus stop.

He had to admit, even with a powerful killer on the loose, it was one of the least stressful walks he'd had in over a year. At least he knew Superhero wasn't around any of these corners now, watching his every move from the shadows, crooning soft flatteries that Civilian forced queasy smiles to in case Superhero decided to get offended and unpleasant.

He shuddered, swallowing the instinctual bile that rose in his throat at such a familiar image.

It had been flattering at first, receiving attention from someone as big as Superhero. He was no one and Superhero had deigned to look in his direction. They picked him up from work. They worried about his safety. They called him every night to ask about his day. He'd felt special. That is until the red flags started popping up: the demands, the guilt trips, the complete and utter lack of boundaries. The calls became interrogations, the walks turned intrusive, and "no" became a meaningless word.

No. Civilian was not upset Superhero was dead, and if that made him bad person, so be it.

A bus ride later, he fumbled to unlock his front door, relieved that he now had the time to fumble. As he finally got the lock to ungum and swung the door open, a little piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Someone must have slid it halfway into the door's crack.

Civilian snatched it off the cement and stepped inside, already kicking off his shoes and sliding his bag to the floor as he flipped the paper over in his hand.

5 eyes stared straight back.

Civilian yelped, dropping the paper as if it were on fire.

It landed face-up on his hallway tile, gazing up from their respective lotus petals. Underneath penned in looping letters was an phone number.

Civilian rapidly slammed the deadbolt in place, racing to the living room window and peeking up and down the walk through the blinds. A couple passed by walking their dog, but nothing suspicious.

He took a deep breath and cautiously approached the little white square, forcing himself to pick it up by the corner.

He should report this. He didn't know how to handle this alone; his best chance was the police. But...how likely was it for the same symbol to be found on both the body and a note in his own home. And with Civilian's less than pleasant history with the victim... Wouldn't that make him a suspect? But, then again, if he didn't report it and anyone found out...that would be worse.

Not that the chances of anyone finding out were high. Civilian didn't have anyone to invite over, not since their trouble with Superhero prompted them to push everyone who could possibly be used as leverage away.

Civilian stuffed the note in his pocket and headed for the kitchen. He pushed the fear way, way down, and focused on boiling water for a too-rich cup of hot chocolate that made his eyes droop when he reached the last drops. He went upstairs, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and changed into sweats and an old t-shirt. He was just about to throw the clothes into the laundry basket when he couldn't help but pull the note back out of his pants pocket.

He should have let it get damp and ruined in the wash. He should ignore it. Or throw put it back outside and pretend not to have sen it. He should not be sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling out his phone and preparing to call. But some part of him needed to know. Was there more than just him? Who were they? How did they do this? It wasn't like they didn't know where he lived already, so...

He punched in the phone number and listened with a tight stomach to the rings.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"You called."

Civilian nearly dropped the phone at the sudden even tone. It was a woman. That much was obvious. He had been half expecting a voice changer like the criminals in the movies, but the biggest alteration to her voice was the static crackle of slightly bad connection.

"I...er...yes. Who is this?"

"A friend. At least I hope you'll come to consider me as such."

Her voice was smooth with an obvious effort to infuse some warmth to its natural chill. It reminded Civilian the thawing sheet of ice that coated the lake each spring.

"I don't have friends."

"I know."

Civilian shuddered. "I don't understand. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Did you kill Superhero? What do you want with me?"

It all spilled out in a jumbled panic they couldn’t stop. They felt sick and they probably should have hung up by now, but they had a distinct feeling that stopping now would only make them feel worse.

“Shhh,” the voice soothed. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything. Can we meet?”

“What?” Civilian choked incredulously. “No. No, I’m not meeting up with a killer!”

“It can be public. Anywhere you like. But if you’d rather not at all, I understand.”

What sort of a response was that? Was she really offering him an out? Did he really not have to do any of this? But what was the point of setting up this call then?

“Why?” he said.

“You might want to talk? About what happened?”

“Superhero being murdered?”

Hy couldn’t think of anything he would like less to discuss with a killer than their own murders. It seemed sort of sick. Did Civilian seem like the sort of person who got excited over those sort of topics?

“If you like. And everything Supehero did you before that.”

Civilian’s chest went cold. “How do you know about that?”

“I saw it.”

His sharp intake of breath echoed airily in the speaker.

“Not on purpose,” the woman added quickly. “I wasn’t following you. Superhero and I had a relationship that required seeing each other on a regular basis, and I happened across it in the aftermath of…work. From the way they talked, I knew they had someone, but I never imagined…”

Yeah. No one did. That has been the problem.

“Can we meet?” the woman repeated.

Civilian had to be crazy. Something must be truly , seriously wrong with his head.

“Ok.”

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, voice losing its chill entirely for just a moment. “When? Where?”

“Now? Apparently you know where I live, so how about the diner on the corner? It’s open 24/7.”

If Civilian gave himself more time to think about this he’d chicken out. And maybe that would be for the best, but at this moment he didn’t need sense. He needed this suffocating weight off his chest.

“I’ll be about 15 minutes; I wasn’t expecting you to want to meet so quickly.”

"Right, see you...um...what do you look like exactly?"

"You'll know," the woman said, and the line went dead.

Well. If Civilian died tonight, at least he got to cut up Superhero. That was more than he really could have hoped for.

He didn't bother changing out of his lounges clothes, just pulling on a pair of rubber boots and grabbing a roughly matching jacket from the coat hook before darting for the door. Last second, he rummaged out the little canister of pepper spray from his work bag. It had been purchased especially for Superhero, but he had never had the guts to use it. Maybe this time... Well, in any case, he felt safer with it sitting in his pocket.

When Civilian arrived at the diner it was all but empty. Just one couple sat at the counter sharing a disgustingly overtopped milkshake, while a pale-haired woman in a forest green coat sat tucked in a booth at the back.

Civilian drew cautiously near. "Um...hello?"

The woman looked up from her menu, revealing the five eyes lotus tattoo in the hollow of her throat.

Civilian retreated a step back, but it was too late. She grinned, stretching a long pale scar that cut from her cheekbone to the end of her chin, and those eyes...pale as ice and just as sharp. When she stood she practically radiated power. The same aura always surrounded Superhero, something unnatural, awe-inspiring, and terrifying.

Civilian recognized her almost immediately. Not because he'd ever met her in person, but from the many pictures he'd seen on tv.

"Hey," she said, waving to the open seat across from her.

"S-S-S-Supervillain."

"Told you you'd know me." Her voice then dropped back into the even tone it had carried over the phone. "Would you rather sit here, or in the next booth over? I don't want to be shouting sensitive information to the room, but I also want you to have all the space you need."

"This is fine," Civilian said, dropping into the booth. He'd never imagined Supervillain being the type to ask. Not with her dangerous reputation.

For a moment they just sat in silence, Civilian looking at his knees, Supervillain's eyes boring into the crown of his head.

"Do you want to order--"

"So you did that," Civilian interrupted. He immediately blanched. He didn't need to make himself a target for another top super.

"I did," Supervillain said calmly, not even a speck of remorse on her tongue. She didn't duck her head in shame either. She was...apparently fine with what she'd done.

"Aren't you worried I'll tell someone?" Civilian hoped desperately that didn't sound like a threat.

She shrugged. "Police will unravel it soon anyway. And I'm not too worried about their power."

Civilian nodded vaguely. If they hadn't caught Supervillain with Superhero's help, they certainly weren't going to catch her without. He wasn't sure if that she be disheartening or not, but at the moment he only felt neutral.

"And the..." Civilian mimicked writing letters in the air.

"Ah, so you did see that." She leaned forward a little in her seat. "I just called it as I see it. Call it a statement to the public. How long were they doing this to you?"

"A little over a year..."

"That scum." Her pale eyes narrowed and Civilian got the feeling if she could kill Superhero all over again, she would.

Civilian swallowed. "Excuse me, Miss--"

"Miss? That's cute. Just call me Supervillain."

"Supervillain." It tasted strange on their tongue, but not exactly bad. "Why, if I can ask, did you do it? How did you do it?"

"How is easy," Supervillain shrugged. "I've always been stronger. I've only held myself back because together we kept the city balanced. But when it came down to it, it wasn't too hard for me to punch through their steel skin.

"As for why..." Her icy eyes softened. “They were bothering you. So I got rid of them.”

Civilian blinked. "But you don't even know--"

"I didn't have to. It was wrong. Even I wouldn't be so vile, and I'm the expert on the wrong. I saw someone who needed a way out of a terrible trap. One with only one possible escape route."

“Th-thank you.” Civilian squeezed the legs of his sweats in his fists, blinking rapidly to keep back the tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his chin up to stare Supervillain directly in the eyes. "Thank you."

Supervillain smiled. "You're welcome. Do you... want to talk? Or order something? I find it's easier to get words out when I have something else to distract me."

Civilian quickly ordered a large stack of strawberry and banana pancakes. He told her everything.

Master Taglist:

@moss-tombstone @crazytwentythrees @just-1-lonely-person @the-vagabond-nun @willow-trees-are-beautiful @cocoasprite @insanedreamer7905 @valiantlytransparentwhispers @whovian378 @watercolorfreckles @thebluepolarbear @yulanlavender @kitsunesakii @deflated-bouncingball @lem-hhn @office-plant-in-a-trenchcoat @ghostfacepepper @pigeonwhumps @demonictumble @inkbirdie @vuvulia @bouncyartist @lunatic-moss-studio @breilobrealdi @freefallingup13 @i-am-a-story-goblin @ryunniez @rainy-knights-of-villany @distractedlydistracted @saspas-corner @echoednonny @perilous-dreamer r @blood-enthusiast @randomfixation @alexkolax @pksnowie @blessupblessup @wolfeyedwitch @thedeepvoidinmyheart t @cornflower-cowboy @bestblob @a-chaotic-gremlin @espresso-depresso-system @prompt-fills-and-writing-spills @paleassprince

[epiclamer]

Hihi there! Do you enjoy some drama?

VILLAIN WHUMP HUH? Anyways, if you enjoy this, I’d be happy to see what you have in mind abt wounded villain whumpee, who till the last is rejecting help from Hero and trying fight back. But Hero is persistent, like VERY persistent. Miscommunications🤗

my cag sk kwhen i sayb nk dont stod.

Futile Resistance

Hero stared down at the criminal, if such a word could even describe the evil that embodied the supervillain. Rain poured down their face, dripping off their eye lashes and onto their cheeks as they stood, too nervous or too prudent to touch the other, they weren’t sure.

“F-Fuck off.” Supervillain wheezed, Hero could barely make out their words over the relentless pattering of rain around them. They were lying, barely conscious, on the gravel of some remote driveway. Deep in the depths of nowhere with no aid for their wounds and no backup to take them home.

The crime-stopper blinked, unamused, yet determined. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be saying that.” They practically had to shout over their surroundings. “You know, pushing me away could get you killed.”

There was a pause between the pair, given as the supervillain choked in the mud, coughing up phlegm and blood before collapsing back into their exhausted heap. They groaned, but didn’t say much else. Hero could’ve sworn they heard them mumble, but no distinct words reached their ears.

Cautiously, the hero crouched down. They balanced their weight on their toes in a squat as they observed the other.

Too closely, for the supervillain’s liking as they flinched away and grumbled. Doing their best to pull back from the hero while they bled out. “B-Better than t-the compound…”

Hero hummed disapprovingly as the injured wracked up a wheezing cough from their lungs. It sounded like they were drowning from the inside out, Hero just couldn’t tell if it was because their lungs were filling with blood or rain water.

They shivered, pushing the image from their brain to regain their focus. “I won’t take you to the compound. That won’t do you any good. We’ll head to med-bay and—”

“This i-is not a ‘we’ situation.”

“Christ, Supervillain. Would it kill you to accept some help for once in your life?”

They grinned, something half proud and half pained. “C-Considering you’re a hero… y-yeah, fucking probably.”

At this point, the hero was grasping at threads. They wanted to help, but Supervillain was making it their life’s work to avoid any and all of it.

The crime-stopper ran a hand through their hair, frustrated. They needed a plan or maybe to coerce, or seduce, or trap, or just something. Something that would work.

“Listen, I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to watch you die out here pathetically.” The villain grimaced at the last word, too prideful to imagine a pitiful death for themselves. “But, in order for you to survive this, you need to come with me.”

Supervillain huffed, provoking another cough and a glob of blood to drip from their mouth. Subconsciously, they reached one arm around their torso, protecting it from a force that didn’t exist except from the inside, however it seemed to ease their mind with the thought of an added barrier. “Your e-entire… entire team wants m-me dead.”

Slowly, Hero pressed themselves a little bit closer to the other, in increments until they were on both knees and shrapnel dug cuts into their suits’ outer layer. The supervillain’s breathing was getting more and more laboured and their eyes had a distance in them that they hadn’t held prior.

Truthfully, Supervillain had a point. They weren’t exactly praised amongst the heroes, rather the only times you could find their face was on a bounty. Which was well-deserved, Supervillain killed heroes, kidnapped civilians, tortured the innocent and haunted any one who crossed their path. Even if it was in a grocery store, nobody ever escaped the supervillain unscathed.

If Hero truly wanted to be a hero, they would’ve left the supervillain the second they saw them. To balance the scales of their past, Hero could’ve also invited the other heroes to watch or film the other’s death and publish it worldwide.

But they didn’t.

For whatever reason, they didn’t. And they weren’t about to let their efforts go to waste.

“I won’t leave you here. Whether I can convince you to take my help or not, I won’t let you die alone here.”

The rain helped wash the blood from the supervillain’s suit, they watched it pool in the rocks beneath them with disinterest, but it made them look more alive when you couldn’t see their life drain straight from the source. Quietly they lifted their head—Hero winced at the amount of effort it took them—watery eyes locked onto their nemesis’ and their tears mixed with the downpour.

“I don’t… want to die…”

Hero smiled, shaking their head from the raindrops as they reached forwards, grabbing onto Supervillains ice cold hand. “Then let me help you.”

Supervillain didn’t have it in them to fight it anymore.

[redd956]

Prompt 3

Villain is attending a formal party. This was originally to gain information on the plentiful of righteous minds that would be attending tonight. They walked around in formal clothes, greeting somewhat familiar faces with charm. There was no fear of being discovered. No one knew their face, but they knew the heroes’.

Finally Villain’s eyes land upon precious Hero. They knew right away they had to enjoy their oblivious presence. The smug smile Villain’s lips were pressed into, quickly faded they closer they became to Hero. Something looked greatly off, making the very tight formalwear Hero donned uncomfortable to think about.

Hero’s normally lively face was flushed into a worrying hue, where the blush could be seen on their cheeks. They teetered on the heels of their expensive shoes. A deep red cup of wine was being rotated in their hands. They spoke in slightly slurred speech to a unfamiliar person. A person who’s sneer felt so much more diabolical than Villain’s.

Villain didn’t think much of it, til after the party, when the suspicious person was the only thing keeping Hero standing. The person spoke commandingly to Hero, constantly using gestures to emphasize their aggressive voice. They left Hero leaning up against the building, before going inside to retrieve something. Villain thought this the perfect time to investigate.

“Hey Hero. Where are you going?”

“Just somewhere...I guess ... Person promised to...take me home...”

“Why don’t I take you home?”

“Sure”

Hero would never agree to let a stranger take the home.

Slight Continuation/Rewrite Here -> O

[mm-markus]

Short snippet #1

“Sneak out of the base, they said. It will be fun, they said,” Sidekick muttered as they roamed the seemingly abandoned back streets of the city. Their fingers traced the grooves between the thickly layered bricks of the alley wall, seeking any form of guidance in the blinding darkness. 

Sidekick had been wandering for hours, trying to find their fellow heroes in training who had convinced them to join their little escapade of roasting sausages on a disposable grill in the city park.

The sun had set hours ago, and thick, rain-heavy clouds cast their shadows over the city, locking the moon and her stars in a misty prison for the night.

“I should’ve just said no,” they murmured to themself as they leaned against the wall. Tiny droplets had begun drizzling from the murky shadow-grey skies. “No way there isn’t a single lamppost in this part of town.” 

They shot away from the wall as a sudden noise echoed from the path they had walked, effectively startling them out of their brooding. Sidekick willed their voice to remain steady as they turned in the direction of the noise. “Who’s there?” 

Silence 

“Must’ve been the wind,” they breathed into the quiescent air. “Yeah it’s probably just the wind and absolutely, most definitely nothing else.” they stammered, continuing down the alley path. 

Sidekick could’ve sworn they heard muffled footsteps following them. They were so occupied listening for any sound coming from behind them that they barely noticed the weak, yellowish light streaming into the opening of the alleyway. They looked back as they approached the dull illuminated bulb. 

If there was nothing there then why did they keep hearing footsteps? Were they just paranoid?

The glow from the lamppost flickered and then got dimmer, and as Sidekick turned to face the streetlamp their heart dropped into their stomach. Somebody was blocking the light. A very tall and terrifying somebody, dressed in Supervillain’s colours. 

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover

"Funny Bad Flirting"

Harley Quinn towards Trunks.

Harley: You can tickle my funny bone at anytime and place~

Trunk give the clown-theme supervillainess a deadpan look as he was tied in a chair, with her sitting on his lap.

Trunks: I rather be free from this rope than tickle any of your funny bones, Ma'am.

[the-sidekick-club]

Enemy of my Enemy is my Kid!

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Epilogue

@heroes-villains-side-blog★​​@tratieisdabest★@just-a-space-rabbit​​  

TW:Choking, Physical abuse, Toxic relationship, Emotional manipulation, Emotional abuse

❘〣❘〣❘★ Enemy of my enemy: Epilogue ★❘〣❘〣❘

“Did you get it?” was the first thing Kim heard as they entered the dark office. 

‘Shit, he's already angry…’ they thought as they noticed Vulcan’s tall silhouette waiting for them by the window. Kim did not answer as they closed the door behind them, bracing themself for the meeting ahead. 

It was a cold office, and everything just felt… sharp. All the items felt calculated down to the inch of their placement and nothing was allowed to be without purpose. 

There were several objects of notoriety, mostly stolen art or older relics, some of which Kim themself had stolen in Vulcan’s name. But there were other relics of importance too; some inspiration for Vulcan, who was always drawn to the power that ancient empires once had. It took someone with real skill or power to steal things of this caliber. 

The whole room was a mix of cold metal and royal purple, a shade chosen after spending far too many hours comparing fabrics and paint samples. Normally, it would have been a stark contrast to Kim’s green and earthly colored clothing, but not today; Vulcan had demanded they wear their suit for this mission, making them almost match the room, and Vulcan himself.

Kim silently walked up to the long desk in the middle of the office, before placing the secured case on it and finally answering, “I was able to get the E.G.G., but—” 

“But what?” Vulcan interrupted coldly, yet calmly. 

As he began moving closer, his two-tailed cape began to flick dangerously behind him. Kim knew, just by the way he was controlling his cape, that they were treading into dangerous territory. But there was no going back, so they held their ground. 

“But I was unsuccessful in gaining the notebook and all the needed blueprints—”

Before Kim could finish their sentence, Vulcan's cape had moved faster than Kim could react. It wrapped itself tightly around them and pinned them hard to the wall. 

“Dragonfly hid most of the blueprints!” Kim began to yell out in panic. “He would only show one or two pages at a time!” 

Vulcan did not loosen his grip. “Kim! I gave you ONE task! How could you fail me like that!”

“I’m sorry!” Kim said desperately. 

“Sorry?” His voice was fairly calm, but filled with more rage than Kim had ever seen before. “Kim, without those notes and blueprints YOU have set us back years!” 

“He was suspecting us. All of us!” Kim answered in a panting voice as Vulcan’s grip kept tightening, “I never got more than one chance to look at—'' everything was starting to go black as Kim continued “I… g.. ot… so-s… me pi… c… tu… rs.'' They gasped as Vulcan finally let them go, and they fell to the floor with a thud.

“Pictures? Pictures of what?”

Kim was still gasping for air, as Vulcan kneeled down in front of them, their eyes still filled with danger. “Of Andaka's notebook…” they answered him, “where he talked about the theory of the E.G.G.’s activation process.”

“Show me,” he said, calmer than before, but Kim knew as they took out their phone that his anger might come back. Vulcan snatched the phone out of Kim’s hand and began looking through the borderline blurry photos. 

Although it seemed the photos had been taken in a hurry, there was no doubt about it: these were photos of Andaka’s notebook. 

Kim continued talking as Vulcan transferred the photos over to his computer, and began looking into them further. “I tried to search for the notebook after getting the E.G.G., but it was all destroyed when I got back to it, and then the agency was closing in on me—I had to leave!” The sorry tone was still within their voice, but it seemed no longer necessary. 

“Enough…” Vulcan said calmly and Kim immediately stopped talking, not that they wanted to talk more, as they still felt the phantom pain from the tight grip. Their eyes wandered to the floor, and they hoped that they would get the order to leave soon. 

However, looking up in response to the sound of the blinds coming down, which left the room almost totally dark, their hope for escape dwindled, as the images were projected onto the holo screen. Clearly, Vulcan wanted to study every photo closer first, so Kim had to wait. 

The pages were filled with scribbles and notes, seeming to have built up over the years. From what they could tell, it seemed Andaka kept returning to a few specific pages more than the others. 

Two of the pages seemed to be showcasing the activation process, which seemed to have been the task taking the most of Andaka's time to figure out. 

The other two were even harder to decipher, being more blurry than the rest. But Vulcan could make out that the two pages were detailing the E.G.G. in use. “Looks like old Andaka cracked the code,” he said, his voice laced in something akin to awe, “so he figured out the theory on how to separate Aura, and how to lower the E.G.G.’s power levels. But he was unable to stabilize it at a safe extraction level... ” 

The last of the pages had a sketch of what seemed to be the power-repressing gem Desolite, there were scribbles around it, one in an older black, and another in red; clearly this was important if the professor had decided to come back to it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Vulcan was unable to read the blurry photograph. “Now, why did Andaka write about Desolite?” he asked himself, before turning to Kim for an answer. 

“That was what I was trying to find out,” Kim said in a weak voice, “but then Dragonfly almost caught me and I never got a chance to take a second look…”

“Well, then…at least these pictures are more than enough!” Vulcan said, his demeanor a sharp contrast to the Vulcan who had berated Kim just minutes earlier. “With this, we can start everything. I knew you were the right person for this mission, good job, kid.” He walked over and lifted Kim up into his arms. “I’ll take you down to the med bay. After that, you can take the rest of the day off—you deserve it.” He spoke in a kind and soft voice. “Then, tomorrow, you're going to tell me all about the things you did not get photos of."    

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Part 4 : Master List

Master List : Character list

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Christmas Snippet 2023

Supervillain had just finished making a steaming mug of hot chocolate when the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be at this hour?” they wondered.

They approached the front door to their mansion. It had better not be any Christmas carolers, they didn’t have the time or patience for that. Supervillain opened the door and saw no one. Oh brother, a ding-dong ditcher? On Christmas Eve? Supervillain was about to close the door when something brightly colored caught their eye.

A large parcel lay on their doorstep, brightly wrapped in red and green paper and topped with a gold bow. Supervillain tilted their head, puzzled. They usually didn’t receive gifts from anyone this time of year- or any time for that matter- unless it was a trap. Supervillain bent down to examine it. They picked up a small, glitter-covered tag and read a neatly scribbled note.

To: Supervillain

From: Superhero

May this Christmas gift be an offering of peace

Supervillain scoffed. Definitely a trap then. They were just about to close the door when they heard a very faint whimper from inside the box. Their eyes widened. That better not have been what they thought it was. They lifted the box with their powers- it was quite heavy- and hastily brought it inside, closing the door behind them.

Supervillain worked quickly to tear off the paper. Underneath was a thick, metal box. Lifting the lid, Supervillain held in a gasp at what they saw. Nestled in the padded box was Hero, a gas mask strapped to their face and several straps restraining them tightly. Angry, purple bruises and red gashes littered their battered body, and their suit was in tatters. One of their eyes was black and swollen, and they had burn marks between some of the gashes. Hero had put up quite a fight before ending up in the box. They whimpered in their sleep, as even their dreams couldn’t remove the pain.

Supervillain quickly undid the straps and pulled off the gas mask, gently lifting Hero into their arms. They carried the crime-fighter over to the couch and laid them down, leaving to get a med kit.

…

Hero stirred on a soft surface. They opened bleary eyes to a grand yet cozy living room. They tried to sit up, but strong hands pushed them back down.

“No, no, stay down,” a voice said, “you’re very hurt.”

Hero’s vision cleared up and their eyes widened.

“S-Supervillain-”

“Shh, yes, it’s me,” Supervillain admitted, “it’s alright, I won’t hurt you. It seems Superhero’s done enough of that already.”

Hero sniffled, tears brimming in their eyes.

“M-my whole team, actually,” Hero said, wiping their tears.

Supervillain stiffened, their gaze becoming dark and hard.

“What?”

“I…I shouldn’t have said that. Forget I said anything.”

Supervillain took one of Hero’s hands- it was heavily bandaged- and looked them in the eye.

“You are going to tell me everything now,” they said, “or I will kill all of them this very minute.”

Hero blinked in fear, and Supervillain sighed.

“Please,” they added, their tone softer, “tell me what happened.”

Hero gulped, and told Supervillain everything.

The plan was Superhero’s. Supervillain had been wreaking havoc on the city since Thanksgiving, and enough was enough. The heroes weren’t strong enough to stop them, but maybe if they had a peace offering…

“Hero,” Superhero had said, “meet me in the training room, please.”

Hero thought it was an odd request, considering it was Christmas Eve, but they didn’t have any plans, so they did as they were told. Once they arrived, the doors swung shut behind them, locking in place.

“Superhero?” Hero asked, “what is this?”

“I’m sorry, Hero,” the older crime-fighter said, “you’ve been a loyal upholder of justice, but we need results now.”

Hero’s team came out of the shadows, surrounding them.

“I hope you understand.”

“Superhero, wait-”

The blast of fire came from the left, the electricity from the right, and the throwing stars went right into their back. Hero cried out, forming an ice dome to shield themselves. Superhero slammed their fists into it, making it shatter. They landed a few good hits right to Hero’s face, while Vigilante got them a few times with a knife. Every attempt Hero made to fight back was weakened by Teammate 1’s fire and Teammate 2’s electricity.

‘Stop it! Stop it!” Hero screamed, “I haven’t done anything!”

Eventually, Superhero put them out of their misery. A sharp pinch in their neck, and Hero quickly went limp. Their former team stepped away to let them breathe.

“Why?” Hero breathed tearfully.

“It had to be someone, Hero,” Superhero said, “you just happened to be the weak link.”

Hero’s vision faded just as Vigilante approached them with the straps.

The room was silent for what felt like an eternity.

“I’ll murder each and every one of them,” Supervillain promised quietly.

“But you said you’d kill them if I didn’t tell you!” Hero protested.

“My dear little Hero,” Supervillain said gently, cupping the side of Hero’s face with a hand, “they don’t deserve your mercy.”

“Please, Supervillain, don’t kill them, I don’t want that on my conscience-”

“Your conscience? You’ve done nothing wrong, and it is no fault of yours if I make myself the consequence of their actions.”

“Please,” Hero begged, fresh tears forming, “it’s Christmas!”

Supervillain sighed. They scanned Hero’s mangled body, their wounds covered in bandages and their eyes pleading.

“I will spare their lives for now,” Supervillain said, “if only for your sake.”

“Thank you, Supervillain,” Hero said softly, “could you please take me home?”

Supervillain paused, then shook their head.

“Don’t those so-called heroes know where you live?” they prompted gently.

Hero’s face fell.

“…Yeah… yeah they do.”

“I will go by your house and get your things for you,” Supervillain offered, “you’ll be safe with me.”

Supervillain got up to leave. They turned to Hero one last time.

“Try to rest, little one,” they said, “I’ll be back soon.”

Hero nodded, settling into the couch. They drifted off shortly after Supervillain left.

…

By the time Supervillain returned, all the news channels were reporting the vicious attack on the hero team. Teammate 1 had third degree burns littering their entire body, Teammate 2’s scarred body was still twitching and spasming from the repeated exposure to electric currents, Vigilante looked like a pin cushion with all the sharp weapons stabbed into them, but Superhero? Superhero was on a ventilator, every bone broken, their lips and fingertips blue from stage four hypothermia, and one lung collapsed.

Supervillain kept the TV off; Hero didn’t need to see any of that, it would only distress them further. Supervillain, however, needed the closure. Turns out revenge made an excellent Christmas gift to oneself.

[homielander]

every once in a while i remember that nobody in season 3, not even annie or MM, ever bothered to bring up the very valid point that maybe the boys shouldn't be hunting and killing supes who haven't actually done anything wrong (at least to their knowledge), and i am filled with rage all over again

[promptspa]

Random prompt #30 TW: murder, fighting, grief/heartbreak, death, swords

"The most important person to me is gone because of you." Villain cried, turning to glare at the team of heroes behind them. They were sat on the ground, sitting with rubble from the fight around them and a limp, cold Supervillain held in their arms. "It was for the greater good," Superhero stated, smoothing down the sides of their uniform as they took a step closer to the one criminal of the enemy team who hadn't retreated, or died. "We weren't planning on it before but when you fiends launched this attack we knew exactly how dangerous they were becoming-" "They were a parent!" The exclamation had the entire hero team halt, all eyes now focused on the wounded, heartbroken criminal, their boss and loved one still in their arms. Superhero's jaw clenched, lips pressed into a thin line as they stared at the scene in a different light. They stood unblinking as they tried to process the information - try to paint the scene in their mind in a way that didn't make their stomach curl into a tight ball. They knew the two clever criminals had been close, most people did. But parents? Superhero couldn't imagine. Surely, the child or children weren't incredibly happy with their situation, raised by a petty fiend and a power-hungry tyrant? Superhero decided to believe their guess full-heartedly, masking the truth. They weren't in the wrong. Supervillian was better off dead. It was better for everyone. Villain let out a shaky breath, moving to hide their face in Supervillain's hair to hide an incoming sob. They murmured their vows in a quivering voice barely audible to the do-gooders. And then, an idea struck the leading hero as they watched the pathetic scene. A child raised by two villains must surely be in a bad environment, and Superhero was the savior of the city. They helped others who couldn't help themselves and warded off evil at any chance. Perhaps Villain was better off dead as well. For the heroes, the city and the child or children. Superhero brandished their weapon once more, stalking forward with a predatory gaze as their power soaked into the steel of the sword. Poor, unsuspecting Villain. --- Superhero moved a hand upwards, wiping blood off the side of their face with their palm. They grimaced at the new red stain on their glove but quickly dismissed any thought of regret, turning around. "Alright, now that that's over, I want you all to take after the ones that ran off," The savior ordered, ignoring the pairs of eyes still staring in horror at Villain's body and pale faces. "Find their base, and notify me immediately." They sheathed their sword after wiping away fresh blood with their glove. The strong fabric was already ruined anyways. "I don't care if it takes us all of this week. Find it." Without a word of challenge, the other heroes took off in other directions around the city, splitting off to search. Superhero kept their gaze planted on their glove for a moment before looking back to where the two villains lay, both now dead but still holding each other. "They'll be in good hands," They promised. "Villains aren't fit to be parents, after all." Plus, the savior had always wanted kids of their own. ━━━━━━♥♠♥━━━━━━

[thepenultimateword]

okay so:

I had a dream about this one idea where everyone makes fun of villain for whatever reason. Villain starts to believe all those things, still feels terrible of course, but finds it easier to deal with it all when they just accept those "jokes" as truth.

But well, since I'm a sucker for villain x villain stuff, Supervillain swoops in to help them out of their misery

Thanks a lot in advance and have a wonderful day ❤️♥️

*Me reading this ask*

My villain x supervillain heart can’t resist. (May just be my favorite ship, even more than hero x villain. Just something about two crime-hardened people being soft for each other)

CW: Bullying, panic attack

"Smile~," the hero said, the big black eye of their phone camera reflecting Villain's queasy face.

The colors were muted, but even so, their skin was far too pale. Their lips seized somewhere between a grimace and a glare. A scribbled line of a mouth that gated off the burn rising in the back of their throat and anything else that might let it loose, even their own words of defense.

They didn't even know who this hero was. They were just some start-up who jumped them in one of the back allies. What was worse was this wasn't the first time. Not even close. Every hero seemed to have eyes on them these days. Even some civilians got the courage to gang up together and get in on the fun.

"Come on," the hero insisted, pouting their lips like they were talking to a baby. "Just one little smile."

Villain swallowed hard on the bile, wincing at the way it scalded on the way down, and shakily rose the corners of their lips. This was fine. It was just a stupid trend. People would forget about it soon. And maybe it was funny. Villain certainly had never met anyone else with such an...interesting reaction to fear. People liked it because it was weird. It was just a joke.

Villain's eyes burned. They'd been wearing these contacts for too long. The wetness pricking in the corner of their eyes stung like salt in a wound.

Wait. Wetness? Were they crying?

No, please. Not now. Not here. Not with their hands bound to a back alley waterspout and this vigilante nobody putting them on their live stream for the whole world to laugh at.

"Aww, why are you crying, buddy? You're just fine. I mean, I've barely touched you aside from those bonds. You're not actually frightened already are you?"

Logically, Villain should be fine. They'd won against stronger heroes than this idiot. So why couldn't they move?

“N-no…” Villain choked weakly. They had meant to shout it, but as soon as their mouth was open, they felt any force on their stomach muscles would be their doom.

Their heart pounded in their ears at this point and it was hard to get enough air with their mouth clamped shut. Dark spots flecked their vision, but the alternative seemed much worse.

No, Villain wasn't frightened. They were terrified.

This hero might be a rookie, but Villain didn't know them. They didn't know what they were going to do to them. Whether this joke extended further than their humiliation. What their limits were. And it was the same story with most of their attackers these last three months. Ever since a reporter caught Villain puking on video in response to Other Hero pinning them in a corner and nearly killing them. They should be somewhat thankful for that; Other Hero's shock had given them the few seconds needed to escape. But in this moment, with so many people talking, so many people watching...it was hard not to see that as a catalyst for a nightmare.

It wasn't the only thing of course...there were also the tics: handwringing during monologues, giving up on schemes when it turned out none of the heroes they were used to were coming, etc. Half a villain the media called them. Because some part of them must be a hero for how much they foiled themself.

Yeah...maybe that was funny. Maybe Villain just needed to understand the joke better, and they would stop being so scared. Maybe if they just went along, things would get better.

"Alright, viewers," the hero said cheerily, "what do you say we spice things up a little."

They moved in closer, and Villain huddled back against the brick wall behind them.

"Now, now, don't freak out. I'm just going to ask questions, and you're going to tell us some things. Things we've all been curious about. Like why you do it."

Villain squeezed their eyes shut as if doing so could hide them from the hero's prickling smirk. They didn't want to talk about this. They didn't want to talk about this. They didn't want to--

"Get that phone out of their face before I choke you with it."

Villain wasn't sure who said it, but there was a yelp and the scrape of two pairs of shoes scuffling in the gravel, and then the pounding of one pair running away. When they opened their eyes, the hero was gone. In their place stood a face they'd only seen on television. Well-dressed, unnaturally attractive, and sharp, diamond-cutting eyes boring into their soul: Supervillain.

Villain gaped. People like Villain didn't just run into people like Supervillain. Maybe they were both criminals, but they were in completely different classes. Supervillain was untouchable. They didn't even bother hiding when they went out because not even the heroes had developed a good protocol to stop them. The media compared them to a cat swatting at flys.

And now they were right here. This...this was...

They doubled over and vomited into their own lap.

Nooo.

The shame blanketed them in a hot haze, and their upper lip went cool with a gathering sheen of sweat. Villain twisted away from Supervillain's face before they could see their disgusted expression. "I'm sorry. I--" They scrunched small and pressed their forehead against the cool brick, swallowing the sour taste trapped in the dry of their mouth several times before mustering up a few more words. "Thank you. Thank you, but... Please go."

"That must hurt." Gentle fingers touched their raw wrists where the ropes pinched and scraped. Something cold and metal laid across Villain's forearm and pressed through the small space beneath the bonds.

Villain flinched and whirled their head back around just in time to see the rope slacken and flutter to the gravel. They stared at the mess of frayed cord for several moments before forcing their gaze toward the master criminal.

Supervillain twirled the long blade back into a holster on their side. A moment later, they unclipped their cape and swept it around Villain's shoulders, fussing with the folds a moment before bundling them up in their arms.

"N-no," Villain protested gripping awkwardly to Supervillain's arm through the fabric as their feet were taken out from under them. "You shouldn't touch me. I-I'll ruin your cape."

"I get it dry cleaned twice a week," Supervillain said, voice vibrating low and even in their chest. "It'll be fine."

Their arms squeezed a little tighter around Villain's form, and with a rush of air, the dark alley shrank and dropped out of sight. It wasn't even that Villain lost sight of it as Supervillain jumped; it was like the world literally folded it out of existence, leaving them sailing through dark nothing. Villain tried to make sense of it, but they were already in a daze, and their lurching stomach wasn't making cognitive functions much easier. Most of the journey was a blur. So it was rather sudden when they found themself on their own two feet again in the middle of a bright, cream-colored living room.

Villain felt like a newborn deer blinking in their first surroundings. It was beautiful. Like something from a home decorating show. Suede sofa, plush rug, tall ceiling...

Supervillain stood to the side, steadily drinking them in, and Villain pulled the cape tighter around them, as if it could shield them from Supervillain's view and hide their obvious displacement . One worn shoe tread halfway over the cream rug and when they edged onto the hard floor, it left an ugly, gray smear.

Villain's eyes leaped up to Supervillain's in a panic, but the master criminal simply looked down and up again. They smiled.

"Why don't you take a shower? Make it as long as you want. I'll leave some clothes outside the door. We'll talk when you're done."

Villain stared.

"Bathroom is straight down this hall. Use any of the products you find; I have a lot."

Villain nodded numbly and unsure what else to do, followed Supervillain's pointing finger into the master bathroom.

It was beautiful too. The bath looked more like a hot tub and the shower was like a walk-in closet. The mirror covered nearly the entire wall and only then did Villain realize how truly pathetic they looked, especially beside the rich, deep blue of Supervillain's cape. Hair a mess, eyes sunken, dirt all over their face, lips bloodless, and just overall small.

Villain broke eye contact with themself and began stripping away the dirty clothes, carefully folding the vomit stains inwards before gingerly piling them on the toilet. The air conditioning from the overhead vent sent a shiver down their spine, but it was nothing compared to the goosebumps still prickling their skin from the incident.

They turned the faucet up to nearly the hottest setting and let all that cold fear and alley grime wash down the drain. Steam gathered comfortingly around them in humid lavender and mint as Villain busied themself with lathering their hair.

It took a long time for their uneasiness to fade, but once it had, they wrapped themself in one of the bathroom's plush towels and peeked outside the door to find a neatly folded pile of clothes: a fleece long-sleeved shirt and a pair of baggy drawstring sweats, all roughly their size.

They dressed quickly, and a little poking under the sink led them to a bottle of mouthwash that rid them of the sour bile taste lingering in their mouth.

Feeling significantly better, Villain padded out to the living room, clenched hands sunk deep into their pockets. They found Supervillain sprawled out across the sofa, a book pinched between thumb and forefinger. They looked up at the sound of Villain's footsteps.

"Ah," Supervillain swung their legs to the rug and waved Villain toward the pillow-covered arm chair across from them. "Please, sit.

Villain did so, hunching their shoulders and staring at their knees. "Um, so, thank you again for um…well…all this, but...what did you want to talk about?"

Why did you bring me here? That was the real question knocking around in Villain's head, but they didn't dare say it loud.

"I haven't introduced myself," Supervillain said, tone as if they'd truly only just realized. "Excuse me, I'm--"

"Th-that's ok," Villain interrupted peering up from under their lashes. "I know who you are."

Supervillain smiled, even looked somewhat flattered as they leaned their elbows on their knees. "Good. I'll be blunt then. I can change your image. That is, if you want."

Villain swallowed. “How?"

"The media is fickle," Supervillain said. "They drop the old for whatever's hot. It may not be exactly what you want, but if you present them with another story, one that overshadows your current image, it will be like all this other stuff never happened."

"And...what would that other story even be?" Villain asked, trying to feel out Supervillain’s angle. There was no way they were doing this out of the kindness of their heart.

Supervillain scooted onto the very edge of the sofa. They clasped their hands, unclasped them, laid them flat on their knees. "Perhaps your new relationship with me?"

Villain choked on their own breath. "My... my what?"

“Think about it! It’s the perfect solution! I’m the biggest name in villainy this city has ever seen, and that’s not my ego talking. No one would dare touch you knowing that you’re associated with me. And with a presence as strong as mine, after a few months, you’ll only be thought of as my partner. This ‘half a villain’ nonsense will fade away.”

Villain had a lot of things on their mind but the first thing that burst out was, "What if it backfires? What if I ruin your image?"

Supervillain chuckled like Villain had something silly. "Not gonna happen."

"So...we'd pretend to date?" Villain said slowly, still trying to figure out why Supervillain was doing this.

"Oh. Oh, no, no, I was thinking more of the real deal,” Supervillain said quickly. “I'm not really into confusing personal feelings with work. But hey, if you're not comfortable, I can see about giving you a job instead. It may take a slower course, but it should still do the trick."

Their smile remained pasted on, but their forehead creased and the nonchalant wave of their hand seemed stiff. They preferred the relationship idea. Not a fake one. A real one.

"Why would you want that?" Villain said.

"Um, because you're adorable?" Supervillain said without hesitation. "We have the same ideals, same job, there must be tons of other things we have in common. And you've got this defenseless vibe around you that I can't resist. I saw you in that first video, and I knew right away: that villain is going to be mine."

"I don't get it."

Villain’s voice cracked without warning. They clenched their fists, but they were already trembling. Was Supervillain in on this too? Was there a hidden camera somewhere amongst all this finery? Ready to broadcast Villain's gullibility? That had to be it. It was the only thing that made sense. There was no way Supervillain—Supervillain!—was interested in them of all people.

“What about that video could have appealed to you? The whole city saw what happened, maybe the whole world. Everyone saw what a joke I was. It's hilarious how bad I am at being a villain. And all those weird things I do, fidgeting and throwing up and all the rest, they must be funny too because I'm a trend now. Why would you involve yourself with that? I'm a total embarrassment!"

Without warning, Supervillain's warm hand slid over their cheek and cupped the left side of their face. Villain wasn’t sure when they crossed the room, but here they were crouched in front of them. They tipped their head up at them, and those shiny eyes drilled earnestly into their eye sockets, maybe saw right through them. Their faces were still a couple feet apart, but it felt as if Supervillain was whispering straight in their ear.

"I want to protect you."

"W-what?"

"Let me protect you," Supervillain said.

Villains mouth had gone completely dry. This whole situation was strange, but a part of them wanted to believe it was true. They were just so tired of hurting.

"Prove that you really want to,” they finally said. “If you can…then ok.”

“That should be easy enough,” Supervillain grinned. They leaned in closer, hands bracing on either armrest. The heat of their breath ghosted against their cheek.

Villain squeezed their eyes shut and tried to steady their trembling. They weren’t prepared for this!

Supervillain’s forehead knocked against Villain’s, the tips of their noses just shy of brushing and… And then they stopped.

Villain cracked open their eyes. Supervillain stared straight through them, irises alive with a deep fire. Gone was the sharp, measuring look they’d maintained most of the night. This was hungrier, more destructive. Without breaking eye contact, they gently rubbed their forehead back and forth against Villain’s.

“I’ll start with the one who hurt you tonight.”

Part Two

[fanatichistory]

The Dark Within Part 19

*Edited 

Masterlist1 Masterlist2 Part20

CW: Violence,  character death, beat down, burn gore mentions, slight torture mention from Deimos’s past, Deimos is villain caretaker but only to Maven, Maven is Sidekick/former hero,

The villains and their respective sidekick or two began showing up one by one and formed a collective group in the warehouse Deimos had told everyone to meet at. 

A couple villains had brought a Hero or two which earned some glares and Maven already had to mediate a stand-off. 

If Deimos was willing to work with Maelstrom to take down the Academy then there's a chance he would be willing to work with them too so she made it known that no one present in the warehouse was going to make that decision for him without him present.

As if on cue Deimos entered the warehouse through a portal of shadow, the warehouse instantly fell silent from it's hushed murmuring and quiet conversation from earlier as their boss took the floor and commanded the room.

"Thank you all for coming on short notice. I know preparations are still underway but the Academy knows we're coming. That we are preparing to attack them."

Deimos paused as the collective gasps and shock took over the gathered group of criminals and the like, two heroes he just noticed were present, nervously met his gaze with an affirmed nod that they were with him. Which surprised him considering he slaughtered a bunch of heroes the other night and only a handful remained in the city that weren’t a part of the Academy holed up there.

He noted whose hands they were holding as the lightbulb clicked on and he put the matter aside for the time being and nodded back, allowing them to fight alongside their romantic partners as he continued the debriefing.

"Surprise is a short window of opportunity and that opportunity is now. That is why I have called you all here. Now I'm not going to sugar coat it and I'm not going to lie to you all..." 

Deimos walked slowly around in a circle the group was gathered around, back straight and hands clasped behind his back as made eye contact with each person.

"The Academy has killed people like us before and they won't hesitate tonight either. If they do take you alive, they will experiment on you again like they have before. I'm not trying to scaring you, seeing as I need each and every one of you to fight with me tonight, but you need to understand the risks of being in this city." 

Maven noticed a couple of the younger ones puff out their chests, one gulped at the mention of experimentation, but overall the group followed along to his every word. Even the two Heroes present seemed to follow along word for word.

"Make no mistake, they have already labeled you... villains, criminals, heroes or just plains rogues... It is only a matter of time. It could be tonight, fighting for your freedom and your place in this city, or tomorrow." Deimos stopped in the center and held out his arms. 

"Who's ready to fight tonight?" He shouted and Maven couldn't hide her smile when the answering sound of applause and fight chants filled the air. After a minute or so, he held up an arm and everyone quieted to listen again.

"I just want to make one thing clear. The children present at the Academy are not to be harmed. Make no mistake, they are being trained as soldiers so do not underestimate them, but if one child is so much as scratched tonight....all of you die. They do not know any better and death will not teach them any better, is this agreed?"

Maven let out a breath when there was quick agreement. What's more is not one person here, far as she could read, wanted nothing more for the children at the Academy other than to get them the hell out of there. To prevent another generation of broken Heroes and Villains.

Maven was more than prepared with the intel she collected on everyone the other night to hunt down each and every villain and hero present, sidekick or otherwise, if they broke the rule Deimos just laid down for them. 

Deimos was boss and what he says goes. Whether they liked it or not.

It wasn't long after that before everyone had they're teams and were positioned around the Academy with their coms in their ears, waiting for the signal to strike from their perspective strategic positions.

With around 30 villains total, everyone was divided up into five separate teams of 6 people, with the heroes tagging along with the villains they came with to prevent further friction. There was a team placed at each entrance, which were three, leaving the remaining two teams to restrain and rescue the kids.

Deimos and Maven were a separate and final team, going straight to the top floor to take on the Academy's administration by themselves, the core of the city's laws and rehabilitation programs Maven had recently learned the horror’s of and so Deimos could keep her close to him.

There was a lot she was kept in the dark about growing up but she was learning fast thanks to Deimos and what she was learning and picking up from the energy and memories of the other villains not to mention their experiences too.

She liked to think she had a pretty good handle on it now but Deimos would just chuckle in response so she knew she was still thinking ‘Sidekick’ like that and had to keep training and improving herself before he was going even think of promoting her. 

"Mic check, everyone ready to rumble?" The deep gravelly voice of the big sumo wrestler guy broke through the silence of the night. The villain, Bulldog, who Maven really didn't count a villain since he was arrested by the city for killing a group of thugs who were doing some dog fighting. 

The real villains were the thugs running the dog fights and, personally, she thought Bulldog was more the Hero type. Especially because of his name, he rescues dogs and breaks up animal fight rings. Though he does it just as violently as he did the first time and runs his own fight rings but with the people instead. It was beautiful really and she admired his work.

A lot of villains didn’t take him seriously because he was big and bulky, typical of a  biker well past his prime. But he definitely knew what he was doing. She saw it in his memories too.

"Ready when you are Bulldog!" 

"That's A at the front entrance, Team B answering now for ya and we're ready as well. Over."

"Roger roger, ready when you all are. Team C reporting for duty hahaha."

"Team D...uh...Over...I mean, we're ready too..."

Maven looked up giggling at Deimos at the coms responses while he tried to keep a straight face.

"Lets go. Team A and B, commence attack. Team C, once the Academy responds to A and B, rush them. Team D and E you get those kids safe, even if you have to restrain them or sedate them till the fights over, their safety is top priority. GO!"

Deimos reiterated the plan just in case, knowing everyone was tense and emotions were running high. He had shouted Go! at the last moment to spur everyone into action and it worked, everyone leaping into action and starting the attack.

The guards at the entrances were quickly overpowered and the alarm untouched so far as Teams A and B pushed inside while civilians ran for cover or hid behind tables and closets. 

Team C made for the stair well and began to clear it out and hold it while Team A and B began to clear the Academy floor by Floor from the stair well. Team D and E made straight for the kids and had them all cornered on the same floor, thanks to the design floor the Academy built to contain them, it was all just a matter of containing their powers and restraining the children without hurting them if they couldn't convince them first.

Which, to Maven's surprise was actually kinda working? At least half the kids were more than happy to comply with them.

"Little hero, we have a job to do ourselves." Deimos nudged her shoulder in warning to snap her out of her trance. She was getting good at following the energy of others and reading it remotely from a distance but she was also getting pretty bad at being aware of her present surroundings whenever she did so.

She had totally forgotten all about her boss and what they were supposed to be doing, and the embarrassing redness she felt spreading on her face pretty much told him as such too. 

"Right. S-Sorry boss, let's go get them!"  Maven shook herself free of the residual energy of the others she was previously attached to and prepare for her own upcoming fight. 

She had to focus on protecting her boss and herself.

Feeling the gentle, yet warm, hum of energy around her, she directed her energy back out into the air like tendrils of her own, like antennas waiting to alert her to danger that may close in on them. Visible only to her she wagered.

The Tendrils were like wisps of a faint smoke, being made of energy as they were and very hard to see, but Deimos could not hide the faint smile he had when he did notice and that they resembled his shadows. That she was not only learning from him but taking after him as well.

Like a true protégé.

As they neared the doors to the council room at the end of the hall, her steps slowed and he noticed her eyes looking around as if the board members might jump out of them. Deimos slowed his pace as well, wondering once more to himself if he should have left her back at base.

He shook himself at the thought. He was the mentor, the boss. 

End of story. 

"Maven. Focus, remember you're training. My training. " Deimos spoke low so as not to be heard by the heroes in the room. Well, hopefully. 

The board members ranged from Civilians with political standing, Heroes with good public standing and celebrity status (for better or worse depending on your point of view according to his little hero) and Superheroes. 

Maven opened her mouth to respond when the council door opened and a blast of electricity arced it's way through the door and down the remaining space of the hallway to him and Maven. 

Before Deimos could teleport them to a different spot in the hallway out of the path of the lightning blast, Maven stood in front of him with her arms outstretched and a cry of determination and fear.

He could feel her energy reach for the lightning arcing its way towards them as if the whole scene was in slow motion, beat for beat, as the damage path slowly altered direction to the side of them.

But only just. Deimos felt the burning heat lick across his face and arm as he grabbed Maven about the waist and did what he had meant to do the second the door opened in the first place. 

Move across the hall.

Depositing Maven in the corner and out of harms way for the time being, he descended upon the Hero with lightning abilities, trying like hell to dodge the blasts and strikes that were, for all intents and purposes he was sure, were lightning fast. If memory served their name was Electron in deference to their abilities.

This hero was quick, as fast as the lightning powers they manipulated and generated, and while Deimos struggled to get the shadows to incapacitate and restrain him, Maven had turned her attention to the remaining people inside the room who had begun to lay in wait for them.

They had set booby-traps and power dampeners, the Civilian board members scurrying to leave out the back as their energy signatures faded from reach.

Maven took slow deep breaths and reached within to her energy core. Feeling it's calm and finding relief in it's stillness despite the chaos of battle going on around her. Staying connected to her core she reached an arm out to the dampener field that was anchored above the door, directing the same still calm at it. 

In theory, if the sensors stayed calm when they sensed her energy then they wouldn't dampen her energy. It was a hell of a day to find out. 

Satisfied that the sensor was loaded with enough information about her energy and sent it to the other sensors, Maven stood up and made her way back out into the hallway from the corner Deimos had safely put her in at the beginning of the attack.

She was impressed that the Electron was keeping up at all really. Normally heroes would be dead and gone by now but she felt the need to capture and restrain as many heroes alive as possible considering how friendly most of the villains were with the lot of them. 

Deimos’s need for politics that she still didn’t quite understand left her uneasy with making the impulsive decision to just step in an kill Electron when Deimos was obviously holding back himself.

Maven shook herself loose, unnerved, when Deimos finally caught hold of the Hero after cornering him with shadows and beating him unconscious, grabbing the hero's ankle and dragging him off to the side before meeting Maven at the door.

She shook her head at him showing her confusion, wondering why he didn’t just kill Electron when they were going to kill the other board members anyway.

“I’ll explain later.” Was all Deimos said, body shaking in anger as he spied the people within the room through the doorway and stalked his way towards them.

The waiting council on the other side, the civilian members having fled and all, only 2 Superheroes and 1 Hero remained. Trusting in their security measures to dampen the enemies powers while exempting their own.

Deimos and Maven stood just outside, Maven having stepped into his path to block him from entering, staring each other down instead as his anger got the better of him.

"Problem? Sidekick?"

"We talked about this boss."

"That we did but apparently only one of us was listening." Deimos moved to enter the room again but Maven held her arm to grip the door-jam to stop him. 

He raised a brow at her, surprised but doing his best to mask it from the enemy.

The only time she forcibly stopped him was when he was about to either endanger himself or foolishly make an enemy out of a Hero he didn't know would be formidable. So it was always worth pausing and entertaining her even if he was the boss. She was usually the ‘follow the leader’ type.

"They didn't come out to help their ally earlier." She stated simply as if that explained everything.

"I figured that was the basic motive for Asshole Incorporated?" Deimos was bitter and sarcastic and Maven didn't have to look at the the Heroes in the room through the door to see their smirks and shifty reactions. They were getting what they wanted.

Deimos was reliving his nightmares, his 'rehabilitation' program that he had mentioned that the villains were forced to go through upon arrest. That was where the anger and venom was coming from. Even though Maven knew that, felt it and for him, it made him a liability at the moment. 

And just like that a lightbulb went on in her head.

The gas station store clerk. What if she could do to the board members what she did to the the store clerk? To drain them...take their power, their life even. That way there would be no danger to her boss. She could protect him the way he had protected her.

The Heroes shifted again and one of them stepped forward from the table to stand in near the door.

"As much fun as this stand off is getting to be, either give you're terms of surrender or die now." The one speaking in front of the door extended an arm, a wave of frequency emitting making everyone cover their ears as the glass rumbled and cracked before he lowered his arm and the sound stopped as he smiled darkly.

Deimos snarled and went to meet the challenge when she stopped him again.

"Mav-"

"I got this boss. The power dampeners they have set up will hurt you." Maven chose her words carefully, purposefully, pushing him back a few steps to allow herself entry. 

Deimos pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes tight with his jaw ticking angrily but surprisingly to Maven he otherwise complied. 

Maven knew the clock was ticking on his self-control. He was a good fighter even with power dampeners so she knew she didn't have long before he hit his fuck it button and jumped right in swinging.

Especially if she was going to drain their powers so completely and for that she needed touch....this will be fun. She thought sarcastically.

Without a second more Maven walked right in and grabbed the Hero's arm and connected to his energy just as he started emitting the sound frequency again.

Maven knew they figured that she would physically fight them hand to hand since she warned Deimos about the security measures they had taken, but they had no clue that she could use her abilities too.

The other two heroes in the room were unaffected from the sound waves which meant they were being purposely left out by their ally, which would be surprising considering how they left Electron to fend for himself earlier out in the hallway. Or they had a way to protect themselves and after the display from earlier had it turned on.

Maven extended her arm and connected with their energy as well, halting their bodies in their tracks before turning her attention back to the Hero with the sound waves and flowed the energy backwards away from the center that powered the hero and started to drain it, the sound fading and stopping.

Everyone had an energy center. That was where the life flowed, their abilities, their memories, their health, all of it. Finding and connecting to it was easy because she was trained to do it in order to heal Jason her whole life, to read memories  and gather info for the team.

And as she changed the direction of the flow of energy to halt the sound of frequency, while simultaneously keeping the other two in check and in place, she began to drain the sound hero's power as quickly as possible and flow it into her own.

Which...unfortunately made it maddeningly painful for the both of them as memories, emotions, and yes, their abilities, flooded into Maven's energy core and thereby overloaded it with information. 

The Hero dropped with a loud thud to the floor as Maven caught her breath, panting, sweat trickling down her forehead. Her grasp on the other two Superheroes slipped then and allowed them the freedom to attack as they cried out their anger and revenge.

Without thinking Deimos rushed into the room, knowing he'd be without his powers, and threw himself in between the two Superheroes and Maven as a fireball crashed into his chest and sent him flying into her. 

He curled his larger frame around her as more fireballs burned and crashed into his back. Making him scream and cry out in agony with each blow as the smell of burnt flesh and hair filled the room and he hoped none of it was his little hero's.

Maven was shaking into him, no longer trying to escape his hold as his screams of pain deafened her ears. She could halt their movements again like earlier, but the amount of energy Deimos needed to heal would break her concentration and would put them in the same exact position again. She couldn't do both at once and he needed healing.

If she healed him now, then the Superhero with the fireballs would just keep raining down on them until Maven couldn't keep up with the healing anymore.

Deimos stilled against her and the attack finally stopped. The other Superhero, who had yet to participate, chuckled darkly and nudged his burnt body which elicited a pained groan and he pulled her closer on instinct.

"Now that's just adorable."

Maven glared up at them as she began to heal Deimos, subtly and quickly, trying to numb some of the pain as she repaired the layers of nerve damage done to his skin by the fire. Unfortunately, there is nothing subtle about healing but she was betting on them noticing anyway so that they may get close enough to touch seeing as Deimos' protective instinct wasn't letting her up off the ground anytime soon.

"I remember him when he was just a kid, scared of the dark and pissing his pants anytime I entered the room." The superhero crouched down next to Maven as he continued to torment Deimos, poking his burnt and charred flesh. Smiling whenever a pained groan escaped from her boss as he flinched away.

It pissed her off. And it helped her understand why Deimos was so hell-bent on his mission to destroy this Academy and all it stood for, not to mention why he just about lost his cool earlier. It wasn't like her boss to leap into a room without thinking first.

The Superhero with the fireballs crouched down on the other side of her boss's torturer and smiled.  "Looks like someone isn't just observant with an incapacitating lethal ability, but one that can heal too."

"You're just full of surprises." The torturer gleamed as he reached out to pull her away from Deimos. She pretended to fight them, to not let on that it was what she was planning, and the other grabbed her other arm to assist their ally in restraining her.

Now she had contact with both of them. Perfect. 

Deimos protested meekly, barely conscious as he felt his little hero being ripped from arms. The pain of the burns returning tenfold, slamming into his body like a jackhammer that his teeth on edge and made him nauseous. 

This plan was going south. He had to get her out of here. Yet... when he opened his eyes to find her sitting in front of him, smiling wickedly with her eyes closed, he couldn't help the cold shiver that passed through him despite the fire damage to his body.

The two Superheroes held each of her arms yet their heads were hung back, mouths agape in a silent scream and eyes wide with terror.  

He knew her, knew the way she thought and the way she plotted during their training sessions. 

She was making them pay. For him. For what they just did to him.

But it was more than that he noticed. She was doing so much more than just showing them their worst nightmare, he knew she could take too. She was draining their energy...and she wasn't stopping. 

Just like before with that sound wave hero and that chill was back in his bones. Maven was shaking after that, incapacitated and vulnerable which is what led to her break in concentration in holding the others that led him to leap to her rescue.

And as the bodies of the two Superheroes fell to floor with a thunk, Deimos reached a shaking burnt arm to her still sitting form. Was she alright? Why was she so still?

He didn't get much time to ponder before black spots swept across his vision once again rendering him unconscious.

Maven, however, was unaware of his predicament. 

Her energy core, overloaded as it was, not once but three times.

She didn't know who's memories were who's. Flashes of colors danced across her eyelids in a painful strobe-like fashion so she had no way to decode or identify the new abilities. Their emotions, their sickening emotions, were a lot on their own and she found it ironic that there was so much of the same kind of emotions.

Just a lot of it.

She couldn't move as her body convulsed, flashing colors shooting across her vision. Maven would have screamed if she could and was thankful when her vision went dark and gave her a break from the blindingly bright flashing colors that she couldn’t decode or keep up with anymore as she slid into unconsciousness as well.