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Prompt #81

Villain had to wonder just what they had pissed off in their last life as a look of despair and resignation overcame them. With a strangled wheezing sound, the Villain turned on their feet and resolutely decided to ignore the menace on their couch.

Hero snickered, having caught the look on Villain’s face. They were draped across Villain’s rather luxurious couch, their form half-transparent and glowing with some sort of inner light. It pays having an ability to astral walk. The sheer number of blackmail they had gathered numbered in the thousands! Though it was not as fun as messing with the city’s number one Villain. 

“Villain~” Hero sang as they floated after Villain who was studiously ignoring the astral walker. It was a good effort, but they both knew that eventually Hero would wear down their patience.  

“Villain~” Hero repeated. Then without any warning, they stuck a hand through Villain’s chest, causing Villain to yelp at the sheer coldness that overcame them before shuddering. 

“What!” Villain snapped, quickly backing away from the giggling Hero. They glanced at Hero, only catching sight of a pair of glowing golden eyes before looking away.

“Oh, Villain,” Hero purred, “You should know better than to ignore me by now. It is never going to work.”

Villain grimaced. Then they sighed. “What do you want?”

Hero finally gained a serious look on their face as they floated closer to Villain. But not close enough to touch. “Two days ago, a pair of twin girls, age six, were taken.”

Villain blinked, thinking back to the information their henchmen had gathered for them to pursue. “It was near the park, wasn’t it?”

Hero nodded in confirmation. Villain slumped. They knew that case. They have heard of the bragging by the one who had pulled it off. The only problem was that the one responsible was a known serial killer who has a habit of going after little girls. “Fine. But this is the last time.”

That had the Hero giggling again. “That was what you said last time. Oh Villain, don’t kid yourself.” They leaned forward, draping themselves along Villain’s shoulders like a rather odd cat. “You are stuck with me,” Hero purred. “So don’t even think of escaping, love.”

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Prompt #80

They were rather irritated all things considered, so it was a relief that Villain had decided to crash the party without a by your say. 

Hero didn’t think twice or hesitate before they were grabbing Villain in the chaos caused by their appearance and bolted before anyone noticed that they were missing. It was interesting how Villain had been taken off guard enough that Hero was able to pull them away from what they were planning with Villain squawking and stumbling along like a newborn foal with no idea that they were actually their nemesis. 

“Oi, hey! What are you doing?” Villain demanded although they made no move to throw off the hand on their wrist. Hero had read the reports filed after Villain showed up and no where did it mention any loss of life. Sure, there were injured civilians, but it was mostly stupidity that caused it, not Villain. And that was enough for Hero. Not everyone has to have clean hands and it was better to work with someone like Villain than having a pompous, arrogant know-it-all like their current partner, Other Hero. 

Hero rolled their eyes. “What do you think, Villain?” they commented in a low, lilting voice as if they were speaking about the weather. That stopped Villain cold in their tracks, because that voice, they recognise that voice if only they had to suffer it every time they planned something showy. 

“Hero?” Villain asked slowly. 

“Yup.” Hero didn’t bother hiding it as they made their way deeper into the mansion that the party was held in. They released Villain and ducked into an open room with Villain following suit as the chaos began to dwindle. Hero locked it behind them and levelled a flat glare at the other. 

“I will be clear. I don’t care if you wreck the place or ruin the bastards who owns this house, but you will work with me in freeing the children trapped in the basement.”

Villain scoffed, hiding their nervousness behind a mask of bravado. “What will I get for that?”

Hero raised a brow. “So you didn’t crash the party with the intention to save the kidnapped children?” The silence they received as an answer was telling and Hero snorted. 

“Would you rather have another person with powers helping? Or would you rather deal with my partner?” 

Villain winced. 

No one, not even any of the other villains or heroes wanted to deal with the braying jackass if they could help it. The only reason why Hero even got partnered with them was because they outrank Other Hero in status and held no qualms in putting them in their place when they got too much to handle. It was rather telling how most of the villains and heroes actually had a ‘No Harming’ rule when it comes to Hero so that they didn’t have to deal with Other Hero. 

It was just a bonus that Hero had the habit of taking everything at face value and treated villains as as any other person. 

“Fine,” Villain sighed, not that they feel reluctant about it. In fact, they were rather relieved that they had the support of Hero, even if it held the risk of meeting with Other Hero. 

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Prompt #79

The whole city was down to the last of their limits. While it was all fun and games at the start, it was beginning to wear down the whole city. The number of complaints much less those who were forced to leave was bad enough. 

No one had ever caught the elusive trickster that only goes by Loki, much less catch sight of them. Even the Number One Hero in the city, Superhero, had no luck in catching them.

All they knew of them was that they doled out pranks like they were giving out candy during Halloween. Ever single day, the city suffered a series of annoying and usually humiliating pranks. Such as the one where Loki actually drugged the local cats with airborne form of catnip. Safe to say that the city were up in arms trying to handle the mass of drugged up cats. It had taken them almost two months to get everything back in order. Especially the stray cats. There were so, so many stray cats.

At least until now. 

Villain wasn’t ashamed to say that they gaped unattractively at the sight. It was night time and they were in the poorer parts of the city that had little to no laws. But that doesn’t mean that they couldn’t recognise Superhero, even as poorly dressed as they are. 

They just wanted to go grocery shopping for God’s sake. 

Superhero just looked amused. A can of medium sized paint in a familiar shade of purple dangled from their wrist, while the other hand was holding a rather heavy duty brush. It was safe to say that Villain had found their city’s local headache slash prankster. 

Besides, if that didn’t cement it, the fact that Superhero was painting the signature caricature of Loki was very telling. 

Rather than doing anything, Superhero went back to painting, calmly and meticulously adding the finishing touches. 

“Out so late?” Superhero asked casually, breaking Villain out from their shock as they spluttered. 

“Y-You-What-How-Why?” 

Superhero snorted and stepped back to admire their work with a pleased nod. 

“Why not?” Superhero finally deigned to answer as they turned to face Villain. The look on their face was hard to read, but there was something about it that stopped Villain before they could put their foot in their mouth. That was not very smart when they were dealing with the Number One Hero of the city. 

“It’s not like they would suspect me. Besides,” here, Superhero gave a grin that was vicious enough to send the weaker willed man cowering. For all its viciousness, Villain only shuddered. “they really should have thought it over before pressuring their favourite local hero until they snapped. At least I’m not going on a killing spree.”

Given the amount of chaos Superhero had evidently left in their wake, safe to say that Villain was very, very relieved about that. 

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Prompt #78

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Supervillain froze in their movements. On the gaming console they were playing with, their character died, displaying a large, bold ‘Game Over’ across the screen in red. 

Of course, that was the least of Supervillain’s problems at the moment.

“Villain!” They laughed nervously as they slowly turned and looked at the doorway of their home. They hadn’t heard the door opening over the sounds of the game, but they had certainly heard the murderous edge to Villain’s voice. 

“Um, I’m sorry?” Supervillain gained a sheepish and guilty look on their face and they looked away from the piercing glare of Villain. 

Hero rolled their eyes and proceeded to dump Villain, who they had been supporting into the house, onto the floor of Supervillain’s home lair and closed the front door with a lazy kick. 

“Real good camaraderie I see,” they commented drily, ignoring the yelp as Villain tumbled into a heap. Their wrists and ankles were still chained with heavy duty cuffs, making them unable to support themselves properly. 

Supervillain flushed. “Look, I just forgot okay! I mean, everyone forgets stuff everyday, right?” 

“Yes. Little stuff like the dishes or the trash. But not your own freaking lover! I mean, who just forgets to break their own lover free from a police holding cell?!” Villain yelled, wriggling around on the floor in an attempt to sit up? Break free? Honestly, whatever they are doing, they just made themselves look more like a worm. 

“Hey! It’s not my fault! Who told you to go robbing backs on Game Night! I had planned everything to perfection just to break my high score tonight!”

Hero sighed and meandered into Supervillain’s luxury kitchen, leaving the two to quarrel and make up as they usually did. They headed directly to the coffee machine, picking out a ridiculously large mug from the hanging cabinets with the caricature of a cat on it. After a moment of thought, they also took out two matching ones, one with a bird caricature and another with a dog’s. 

As the coffee machine started to work its magic to create a delightful ambrosia, Hero wandered back to the still arguing duo and easily picked Supervillain and Villain with one hand each as if they were naughty kittens. Well, given how they often act, it was safe to say that it wasn’t an exaggeration in the least.  

“Okay, that’s enough,” Hero soothed, and carried the two into the kitchen. “Lesson learned. Just don’t do that again and we will all be fine. That means you, Supervillain.”

Villain grunted but quickly attached themselves to Hero with a sharp glare at Supervillain. “Ha! Hero still loves me the most.”

Supervillain squawked and twisted in Hero’s hold, all but launching themselves at Hero to wrap their arms around Hero’s chest, as Villain had already smugly claimed Hero’s neck. “No! They love me best!”

“....” 

Hero sighed again and quietly resigned themselves to listen to their squabble for the umpteenth time while trapped between them. At least they had coffee. It didn’t seem to give them as much of a headache as their two lovers do on days like this.

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Prompt #77

“Oh look!”

Villain paused in their speech. Hero froze in place. They both immediately turned to look at the hostage. Or at least the place where the hostage had been. There were only an empty chair where Villain had tied them to and a tangle of ropes when Hero had freed them.

“Shiny big red button!”

The two snapped their heads towards the source of the voice. Hostage was stumbling drunkenly towards the control panel, where yes, there was a big red shiny button which had been set smack dab in the middle of the panel.

It was a familiar one, as it had been used by Villain numerous of times before and had caused Hero a great deal of grief.  

Villain visibly paled. Hero’s eyes widened.

They both moved at the same time, lunging at the person to try and tackle them away from the ‘shiny big red button’ as they had called it before they managed pressed it. 

“Civilian! No!”

Both of them roared. 

They were too late. 

Profanities and screams filled Villain’s lair, coming from both the Hero and the Villain, as they the floor beneath them gave away and they were dropped underground, directly into Villain’s complex intelligent labyrinth that was filled with numerous of traps and was always shifting and moving as if it was alive.

Civilian only blearily giggled, still affected by the potent drug Villain had injected them with in order to kidnap them and safe from the fall into labyrinth as they stood on the only safe place in the room; the platform where the control panel was located.

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Prompt #76

“Oh come on!” Hero threw their hands up in a fed up fashion, an expression that suggested that they were completely done with the situation. Their sudden appearance and loud announcement caused Villain to jump and tear themselves from Vigilante’s embrace.

“Every single time,” Hero grumbled relaxing from their fighting stance as they stared judgementally at the couple from the main doors of the bank. Behind them, sirens wailed from the far horizon and the murmurs of the crowd that had gathered outside filled the awkward silence in the bank. 

This was not what had signed up for when they had agreed to become the city’s hero. They felt as if they were intruding on a date rather than arresting or stopping Villain’s, and often along with Vigilante’s, schemes. It had been awkward and annoying at first, but Hero had quickly gotten used to the habits of the two. Enough that they had some sort of a truce. 

Besides they had to get use to it. Especially with the sheer amount of times that the couple would go out on dates i.e. committing frankly ridiculous and baffling crimes. There was one time where Villain had stolen every single dog from the city pound. And there was another incident where Vigilante had covered every single billboard, sign and poster in town with a picture of Villain. 

Villain had the gall to look smug, while Vigilante merely stood there silently and watched with amusement.

“Jealous?” Vigilante drawled. 

Hero twitched and just gave them a flat look. “Too much PDA actually. I’m pretty sure you both had ruined all and any romance novels and movies for me.”

“Oh, is that a crime, Hero?” Villain purred, delighted. 

Hero ignored the question. “So?” They looked at Vigilante, who was the more rational of the two. “What was was the fight about this time?”

“Oh, right!” Villain lit up as if they had just remembered something and bounded over to Hero, who immediately moved to avoid the rather gleeful Villain. “Cats or dogs? What do you think?”

Hero’s expression cracked and they looked at Vigilante in askance, only to receive an unapologetic shrug in reply. Their expression cracked even further and they finally gave in the urge to cover their face with their hands with a long dying groan. 

“I need a vacation,” they mourned, ignoring the offended look on the Villain’s face. Because of course their fight would be about whether cats or dogs were better. 

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Prompt #75

The weight against their back was heavy unmoving, as they tracked through the forest with a rare cautiousness and fear. This was new, but so was being captured by Hero, before they both got captured by a corrupted government that wanted them for their powers. 

Villain had never felt so wanted in their life. 

“You better try and keep yourself awake, Hero,” Villain hissed while adjusting the body of Hero so that they feel more comfortable. Well, as comfortable as one could feel when they were all but dying from blood lost. Villain could feel the warm, sticky liquid on their back, seeping through the thin white medical gown they wore and causing it to stick to their skin. 

They received a weak, breathy laugh. “W-Worried ab-about me, V-Villain?” they slurred.

“No,” Villain denied although their hands that supported the Hero by their thighs tightened, belying their real thoughts on the matter. Hero only laughed in answer, sliding down Villain’s back as their arms weakened from their grasp around Villain’s neck. 

Villain sucked in a harsh breath and dropped to their knees, gently setting down Hero behind a mass of bushes and brambles to keep them hidden before turning to tend to them. The makeshift bandages, composed mainly on scraps of fabric from the hem of Villain’s medical gown and the whole of Hero’s own medical gown, was completely dyed in blood. It had done nothing to stop the bleeding from the injury on their torso that was about an arm’s length and was clearly done by someone aiming to kill. It was only by luck and Villain’s honed instincts that the attack had not killed Hero where they stood. 

Although given their circumstances now, it had seemed rather futile. Villain shuddered. 

If they couldn’t escape... if they couldn’t get Hero medical attention, then they would die. And strangely the thought of Hero dying did not seem as tempting as before. 

“You’re going to be fine,” Villain whispered, hands pressing on the injury and causing Hero to wince and whine in pain. A faint white light emerged from their palms, signifying the use of their powers. Although it had been heavily weakened by whatever the scientists had injected them, Villain was still able to use it. They weren’t known as one of the most dangerous Villain in the world for nothing.

And although their powers were always used for destruction, Villain couldn’t help but try and use it to heal in their desperation. 

Hero glanced up, eyes tracing Villain’s handsome features, to the furrow of their brows before settling on dark, emerald green eyes that shone with desperation and determination. ‘How beautiful.’ Hero couldn’t help but laugh as the thought flashed across their mind with startling clarity. 

To think that they would think of such things on the verge of death. And of their enemy no less. Hero shoved the thought away and to the back of their mind. Not now. Not when both of them are still at risk of being caught by those government agents. 

Once they got out of this, Hero decided as the pain slightly faded under Villain’s surprisingly gentle ministrations, once they were safe. 

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Prompt #74

“No.” 

Everyone startled and turned to the Villain. Despite being strapped down by heavy chains and locked behind re-enforced glass and concrete meant for the worst of the criminals, the government agent unconsciously flinched at the pressure that Villain was emitting. It was similar to the feeling of a prey being hunted by a predator. Only Hero was able meet the eyes of the Villain without any reaction except for the furrowing of their brows. 

“W-What do you mean no?!” the government agent stuttered, eyes darting back and forth between the Hero and Villain, whose eyes were still trained on each other. “This is a once in a lifetime deal! You would be able to get out of this prison and cut down on your sentence. Just agree to join Project Paragon and you won’t have to suffer in this prison anymore!”

That caught the Villain’s attention and they lazily glanced briefly at the government agent. Then a smirk slowly spread across their face, wicked and taunting. 

“Did you really think,” they drawled, “that it was so easy to capture the most powerful Villain in the city?”

Having an inkling that something was very, very wrong, the government agent took a step back, only for a strong hand to stop them in their tracks. 

“H-Hero!” the government agent struggled in the grasp. “What are you doing!? Release me this instant!”

“Why should I?” 

That simple three words halted the government agent in their tracks and they turned incredibly pale and fearful. 

“Why should I do that?” Hero repeated, calm yet cold. 

“Project Genesis,” Villain interrupted lightly, heavy chains bending and twisting, shattering under the force of Villain’s telekinesis. They rubbed their wrists, soothing over the red and irritated skin left from the heavy and tight chains. “How many children, huh? How many of them taken away from well-meaning and desperate parents? How many died from your so called program to groom heroes?”

“That’s!” the government agent floundered, still held in the Hero’s grasp that only tightened with each word they spoke. “It was all legal! They-They signed over their rights to us! We were changing their lives! You don’t-” they were suddenly cut off as Hero abruptly slammed the government agent into the wall, knocking them unconscious, before dropping them to the side like a bag of trash.

Villain merely stared mildly as Hero dusted their hands off. 

“We are wasting time,” Hero spoke coldly. They strode over to the cell door and made quick work of the locks. 

Villain rolled their eyes but obligingly exited the containment cell they were kept in, stretching nimbly under the watchful eyes of the Hero. 

“Alright, let’s get to work shall we?”

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Prompt #73

They were leaning on the balcony, observing the flood of people as they mingle and talk amongst each other. Every single one of them were dressed in luxury. Suits and dresses, all adorned with luxury brands from head to toe. 

Thief knew that they could never afford anything like that. While their job pays for quite a bit, it doesn’t really allow them the luxury that comes from people who are naturally born rich and influential. Those people could easily pick them out of the crowd like how a shark could scent blood in the waters. 

It still didn’t stop them from crashing a party from time to time though. 

“So what’s the target tonight little magpie?”

Thief wrinkled their nose and turned, resigned, to meet a roguishly familiar smirk. 

“Not you,” Thief shot back, ignoring the Noble as they came to stand beside Thief with not a shred of vigilance. 

“Ouch,” the Noble commented although their expression suggested that they were anything but hurt. In fact, they were smiling as they assessed Thief from head to toe. “To be slighted by such a beauty.”

Thief twitched. “What do you want?” They asked as they turned back to examine the throng of people. Their target for the night still hadn’t arrived yet, but there was no harm in scouting for backup targets or side targets. After all, even a thief needs to make a living.

“You,” Noble replied, leaning in only for Thief to smoothly avoid them by stepping to the side. Noble pouted. 

“Not even a little kiss?” They spoke with a whining undertone to their rich and smooth voice. 

Thief paused. Sighed. Then in a smooth move, they tugged Noble by their shoulder and devoured the other’s lips before they could react. 

“Behave,” Thief warned as they parted from Noble, leaving them dazed and with a rather hungry and longing look on their face. Their eyes tracked every curve and line of Thief’s face, seemingly burning it into memory. “I’ll come find you tonight after the job. Until then,” Thief kissed Noble again, “behave.”

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Prompt #72

“Would you just stop moving!” The Doctor threw their hands up and backed away from the sheepish and apologetic looking Hero with a hard glare, before turning to their other patient and pinning them with an equally foul glare.

“And you! Stop antagonising them,” the Doctor demanded the Villain, who startled and stared at the Doctor with wide, innocent eyes.

“I’m beginning to think that I need to have a new no flirting rule in my treatment rooms in addition to the no fighting one,” the Doctor grumbled as they went back on mending the Hero.

That had the Hero and the Villain startling, meeting each other’s eyes before a furious blush took over the Villain’s features and the Hero spluttered out unconvincing refutes. 

Standing to the side of the room, Hero’s sidekick and Villain’s henchmen only exchanged long-suffering looks before wisely ignoring the predicament their respective bosses found themselves in. They supposed that it was little payback, especially after the pining, the mooning and the flirting they have suffered in person between the Villain and the Hero. Honestly, it was annoying. 

“Want to go out for coffee with me? And vent about our idiotic and hopelessly-in-love bosses?” A mischievous grin flashed across Sidekick’s face, causing Henchman to blink before they nodded. 

“Yeah,” Henchmen sounded so done as they looked at the increasingly red faces of Hero and Villain under the Doctor’s verbal poking and prodding. “I think I’d like that. Better than suffering all of this,” they gestured at the Hero and the Villain vaguely, “by myself.”

Sidekick’s grin grew bigger as their eyes took on a sly glint. “Great! It’s a date! I’ll pick you up at six same day next week!” Then they bounded up to the Hero, rescuing them from the Doctor easily.

Henchmen blinked. Once. Twice. Then they squeaked as a fetching blush overtook their features. It was intentional, that wording. They knew it. Although it was kind of their fault that they fell for that. With the subtle hints and flirting that Sidekick had bequeathed them every time they’d met, they should have expected it.

It also didn’t help that Sidekick threw them a wink and a grin before sweeping out of the treatment room, dragging Hero with them. 

Henchman flushed an even brighter red and buried their face into their hands to calm down before they wandered back to Villain’s side to help them out of the clutches of the Doctor.

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Prompt #71

Hero stood with their arms folded across their chest as they stared out to the city line with a rather serene expression on their face. He could hear the sirens of the law enforcements mixing in with the calls of rioting residents of the city, creating a cacophony of noise that sounded siren sweet to the Hero’s ears. 

“Hero, what did you do?” a voice choked out the words, part horrified and part furious. Hero merely laughed, hollow and broken as they turned to Villain, ignoring the blood that still stained their hero outfit and was already crusting to a dark brown colour. 

“I did what I had to,” the Hero replied calmly. 

Adjacent to them, the large electronic billboard that usually flashed with advertisements or news was now showing a series of recordings, pictures, and reports, each one of them containing the mark of the government and involving many of the high ranked individuals in the city. In many of the recordings and pictures, are familiar figures, ones who everyone who had stayed a day in the city would recognise if only because of their faces were being plastered across the Hero Rankings as the members of the Top 20. 

And the Hero, ranked first and had been for years, was features in most of those recordings, screaming, bleeding, crying ... begging. Being broken over and over again, only to be healed and forced to serve the city again as the Hero. It was horrifying as it was inhumane. 

Villain went quiet, eyes going to the electronic billboard as another recording of the Hero showed up. This time, the theme was sensory deprivation training. They forced their eyes away, even as their ears rang with the anguished, pained cries of a younger Hero.

“What are you going to do now?” Villain finally asked, soft, hesitant, pleading. They’d always knew that there was something up with the government. No hero was able to be as good as Hero without through, continuous training, not when they were as young as Hero was when they debuted. 

They just hadn’t thought that they were creating child soldiers through torture they call as training. 

Villain felt like throwing up and sobbing in the privacy of their bed. 

But they swallowed the urge and met the Hero’s eyes once more, begging, wishing, that Hero would finally give them an answer.

After what felt like years when it was only minutes, Hero’s eyes softened and they nodded. 

Villain couldn’t even stop the sob that tore out from their throat as they stumbled into the Hero and wrapped them up in a tight embrace. 

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Prompt #70

They walked among the rich and the powerful, clad in layers of silk and brocade with matching elegant silver jewellery. With a champagne flute in their hands and a perfect, demure little smile on their face, they appeared to fit in with their surroundings with ease. 

At least on the outside. 

Hero glanced lightly over the crowd of people, hiding the repulsion and boredom they harboured in their heart. There was a reason why they hated these gatherings, why they tried to avoid it every time they were offered an invitation. 

Although they supposed that it was not all that bad. 

“Hero,” a dark, sensual voice purred close to their ear before the owner of the voice came into view. “How nice of you to join us tonight. You look absolutely delightful, my dear.”

The smile on Hero’s face shifted, becoming more real as they looked at the person who approached them. “Thank you,” Hero replied, bright yet demure, “You don’t look so bad yourself. Now to what do I owe the pleasure to be speaking with our city’s youngest politician?” 

When they had started attending these parties, the last thing they had expected was meeting Villain when they were supposed to be introduced to the youngest politician that the city has ever seen. The patchwork of scars they had left on each other’s bodies were rather telling, after all. 

It was rather ironic, not that Hero had anything to say about it. They were rather amicable, even with their occasional fights and battles that would usually end with blood and bruises. Although they did have a period of time where they carefully treaded around each other in fear of the other revealing their identities but that had quickly passed once they had tested out each other’s motives. 

In fact, Hero had always taken a dark pleasure to face Villain, knowing that behind the mask was someone who the city love and adore. That every time Villain did take up the mask, it was a calculated and purposeful move to further their goals as a politician. A good politician that brought much needed changes to the city, no less. 

It had been half the reason why Hero was rather willing dragged along with their schemes, after all. 

“Ah,” Villain grinned sharply, hiding all the teeth and danger under their amicable and gentlemanly demeanour, “I just wanted to know of your opinions on the new proposal I would be presenting next week.”

Hero laughed softly and accepted the offered hand without hesitation. “Of course. Now why don’t we go somewhere much more private?”

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Prompt #69

They were rather unassuming, easily blending in with the crowd to the point where people would easily forget that they was even there.

Hero supposed that it was what caught their attention in the first place. Reporters and journalists were easy to please, a flash of a smile and a little bait and they would easily turn their attention to the newest headliners rather than the 

But not them. 

It was rather suspicious, how they would pretend to take the bait the Hero threw but still rounded it back to the original topic with ease. It was thrilling, amusing and ... familiar. 

Hero should have known that Villain would do something like this. They were a rather dangerous, yet thrilling opponent to face, often forcing the Hero to their limits and usually ended with Hero trying to predict, counter, and interfere their next moves before Villain could execute it. 

It was just like a game of chess. Only with a lot of bruises, blood, danger, chaos and destruction. 

Hero grinned, carefully hiding the blades and thorns under their signature sunshine smile that belonged to their hero persona. There was no need to scare the Villain off too soon, after all. Not when they wanted to play and Hero was all too willing to participate in their little game.

“Hero! Hero! How does it feel to defeat Supervillain?” Villain’s voice, subtly altered, mixed in with the voices of the other reporters that surrounded Hero. “Will you be going after Villain next?” But to Hero, it was as clear as day, allowing him to pinpoint the person among the crowd easily. 

Hero eyed Villain for a brief moment, bright, inhuman azure meeting soft, striking indigos, before drawing their gaze away. Oh, yes. They would be enjoying their little game immensely. 

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Prompt #68

Sidekick laid on the ground, seemingly dead to the world as he stared blankly up at the leathery wing stretched over their prone figure as if it held the answers to the universe. 

Pressed against their side, warm, heavy and scaled, the creature that had once been Supervillain huffed, smoke and embers curling up from its snout in satisfaction. It was an amalgamation horns, fangs and claws making it seem more beautiful than terrifying. 

Although it should not been so, not with the liquid that coated almost half of its head like rubies as well as the pieces of flesh that still clung to its claws. Still, Sidekick couldn’t help but take a small amount of comfort at the fact that Hero was gone, their body quickly cooling and dead just a few meters away from him, torn apart under sharp fangs and even sharper claws. 

It seemed rather surreal. 

Maybe it was a dream? Like a hidden desire manifesting as they slept? God knows how many times they had wished or wanted the Hero dead, even in the privacy of their mind. They could still remember every single one of the harsh, cutting words and the pain and agony that followed every time they did something wrong in the mind of the Hero. More than a few times, they had ended up in the hospital, and not from fights with the Supervillain either. 

“Sidekick?” Silted golden eyes peered down at the prone figure, reptilian and bemused.

“I am dreaming,” Sidekick suddenly announced, sounding dull and disappointed. Supervillain blinked slowly. Once. Twice. Then they snorted, gently blowing a plume of smoke into Sidekick’s face which caused them to splutter and jolt up to a seating position. 

“So, are you still dreaming now?” Supervillain asked, as dry as a desert. 

Sidekick froze. Then they slowly turned to Hero’s body with a morbid sense of detachment. 

“Oh,” they whispered, suddenly feeling very, very faint. And relieved. “Oh.”

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Prompt #67

They strolled through the throng of criminals and murderers, confident and elegant in a way that suggest that they were used to this sort of environment, cloaked in shadows, smoke and power.

Behind them, being dragged along by a tight grip around their wrist, Villain stumbled and tripped like a newborn deer.

Villain hadn’t expected to be suddenly ambushed by someone in the middle of a negotiation and dragged away from their potential supplier. They had tried to protest, or to fight, but one look at their supplier’s deathly pale and fearful face, was enough to stop them. There was only a few that could elicit such a reaction on the Market. Those who have Names or those who have connections.

And when if they have both, well, you’d better hope and pray that they wouldn’t want you dead.

The stranger dragged them into a rather normal looking store and, with a nod to the person manning the front, into the backroom which opened to a rather luxurious but not overly extravagant, room. Villain was dumped into a single seater couch and before they could even speak, the stranger rested their palms against the couch arms, trapping Villain in place. 

“I’m rather surprised,” the stranger murmured, amused and with a touch of delight? Villain couldn’t really pinpoint it, as distracted as they are with looking for a way to escape. “To think that Villain would entertain themselves with the Market? Looking for something specific? Or maybe an individual?”

Villain stiffened under amused eyes. They didn’t dare to move, not when a pressure made itself known and carried the bloodlust of its owner. A presence that spoke clearly of how much blood had been split at their hands. 

“Why did you bring me here?” Villain demanded rather than answering, doing a very good job at hiding how terrified they was. 

The stranger hummed and leaned back a bit, allowing Villain to finally take in a breath while they stared with considering manner at the Villain. 

They opened their mouth, wanting to speak, only to be interrupted by a door slamming open. 

“Hero!” a voice shrieked angrily. “What the hell did you do now?!”

“And how is that your business?” Hero turned, eyes snapping up to the intruder with a glare that could have froze over hell. 

Underneath the stranger, or rather the Hero, Villain froze and stared up at the person. Their eyes traced their features, taking in the familiar jawline and shape of the eyes and ... oh god, they’re really the Hero aren’t they? The one that was all smiles and sunshine and-

Villain swallowed a whimper as they sunk back into their seat and tried their hardest to disappear. Oh god, they are well and truly fucked, aren’t they?

[lucifenia-writer]

Prompt #66

Villain slowly blinked and rubbed their eyes, feeling as if they had just seen an illusion. Or just plain hallucinating. The last they’d checked, their fever had been quite high.

Slowly and carefully, they pinched themselves ... only to wince and rub at the sore spot. Yep .... not hallucinating. Not at all. 

Now the question is; had they had gone insane?

“What are you doing here?” they demanded in a rather scratchy voice, sniffing and coughing. Violently. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” Hero raised a brow as they glanced over their shoulder, an apron covering their front as they stirred a pot of ... something and standing in the Villain’s kitchen at ... Villain squinted at the clock ... 11 o’clock in the night. 

“Trespassing,” Villain replied drily, fingers clenching and relaxing around the gun they had bought with them at the first signs that there was someone in their home. While they hadn’t been aware half of the time while they were sick, they at least had enough awareness to know when someone was causing such a ruckus in their kitchen. 

Hero laughed, amused. “Yeah, it’s nice to see that being sick has not curbed that barbed tongue of yours.”

Villain blinked. Then they startled shuffling back to bed, gun clutched loosely at their sides. 

This was just a dream. Just a dream. Hero would not be in their house. They would not be standing in their kitchen and cooking for Villain. 

They would just go back to sleep, wake up the next morning and laugh at the  absurdity of the whole dream.

“Hey,” Hero’s voice piped, suddenly appearing in front of Villain and causing them to bump into a well muscled body. “Where do you think you are going? Aren’t you going to try the soup I’ve made?”

... Okay. So it’s not a dream after all. 

Villain groaned. 

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Prompt #65

Hero didn’t know what to think when they stepped foot into the bar. But meeting their two weekly nemeses certainly wasn’t it. 

They blinked, ignoring the wide-eyed, startled look that both Supervillain and Villain wore upon seeing their enemy lounging, languid and loose-limbed, on one of the bar stools. Well, Supervillain was rather composed if not for the uncomprehending stare they directed at Hero, having been in the business far longer and thus was able to maintain their composure. Then they turned to Thief, who was busy leaning into and flirting with Vigilante. 

“You know, if you had told me that this is a bar frequented by villains and criminals, I would have worn something more tasteful,” Hero commented mildly, drawing the attention of their two friends with ease. 

Thief laughed, swaying slightly with the amount of alcohol they had consumed while Vigilante long-sufferingly steadied their lower with the ease of a person used to it. “Oh, don’t be such a killjoy Hero! Drink! Have fun!”

Hero sighed and fixed a stare on Vigilante instead. Only for Vigilante to slowly turn their head away to avoid the stare. “It’s not my idea,” they quickly tossed their lover under the bus, only to wince when Thief shrieked indignantly before they dissolved into a fight that would bound to end in privacy of their bedroom.

“And that’s my cue,” Hero drawled, sliding out of their seat with a drink in hand, joining the fleeing patrons and barely blinking other than tilting their heads to the side as a knife made of light, heat and plasma sailed past. There was a shrieked plea of ‘Wait Hero! Please, don’t leave me with the little imp - ack’ from Vigilante before it dissolved into crashes and bangs. 

Hero rolled their eyes, strolling along the edges of the bar until they came upon an unoccupied couch which they took by sprawling across the length like a particularly large and deadly feline. They ignored the hungry eyes that followed in their wake, knowing that their beauty well enough that they would draw unwanted attention wherever they went. After years of that, they had learnt to mostly tune them out. 

Although, this was certainly unexpected. 

Hero looked up, sharp and cautious as Supervillain strolled up to them as casual as you please, with Villain beside them and looking like a proper couple enjoying their night out. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Ah, what reason do we need to talk to a beauty like you?” Supervillain mused, taking the conversation as a cue to sit down on the opposite couch. Villain smirked, looking amused as Hero raised a brow but didn’t respond as they joined their lover. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Villain teased. 

“More like this cat is going to claw you up to shreds if you don’t leave me alone,” Hero said. 

“Oh, kinky.” Supervillain looked delighted, as do Villain. 

Hero could only sigh as they resigned themselves to be in the company of two powerful and very well known villains in the city. 

Honestly, they would think that they would get used to it. Especially when the two of them kept on flirting every time they met each other. 

And don’t even get them started on the times where they had found flowers, chocolates and little gifts after every fight, laid neatly on their  doorstep complete with bows and letters.