#supervillain x scientist

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #159

Supervillain hadn’t seen Scientist in months.

After that hero raid on the base, they’d simply disappeared. And no amount of looking had done any good. It hadn’t been hard to guess what had happened; trying not to think about it was another story.

Now here they were. Thin, scraggly, and hollow eyed on their door step. Looking like they might be toppled by light wind.

Supervillain scanned them up and down before opening the door wider. “Have you eaten?”

[ohwrite]

Fawn

A group of heroes and one Scientist sit together, laughing and joking around. Scientist quietly says they need to go home, and leave for their car.

Hopping in, they turn on their favourite station and start up the car. The drive home is a blur of traffic lights and buildings and cars.

The Scientist trudges upstairs to their apartment, unlocking the door and stumbling a little as they walk inside. The apartment is small, but filled with various trinkets and decorations, Scientist discards their bag on the floor, then retreats to their bedroom to lie down. Soft breathing is the only sound in the room as they rest on the mattress, gazing up at the fairy lights covering the ceiling. Sparkles in their eyes Scientist drifts off.

Clashing and banging awakens the scientist, groggy eyed they walk over to the source of the sound. Supervillain stands surrounded by pots and pans in their kitchen.

“Supervillain?! What are you doing in my kitchen? Why is there pots everwhere? What happened?” Scientist rubs their eyes to make sure they’re not seeing things.

They’re not.

Supervillain stares at them.

“Darling that’s none of your concern, what’s more important is why your apartment is such a mess I can barely walk in here!”

“What. Nevermind. It’s not for you, Supervillain. Get out”

“Not unless you come with me~” The villain’s voice is light, like they’re teasing an old friend.

“Get out.” Scientist refuses to budge.

“Aw, but I just got here!”

The villain tries to walk slyly over to Scientist but the pots are in the way, banging loudly as they move.

“Darling I’m going to need you to come with me” Supervillain pulls out a vial of Scientist’s latest experiment — a poison untraceable even to the one poisoned. “Unless you want to be the first to try this.”

Shit.

Scientist’s eyes blow wide with barely masked fear, their better judgment shutting off in panic. They know this response of theirs — fawn until the threat isn’t a threat anymore — but this is Supervillain. That may very well never happen. Still there isn’t exactly anything a scientist who’s never fought before can do against the most powerful villain in the city.

So they fawn. A small nod seals their fate, as Supervillain grabs their arm and drags them to their car.

[writersagony]

Writing Prompt 95

Supervillain circled the kneeling Scientist, hardly paying attention to them. Instead, their focus was on the papers in their hands - the godsend they’d have been praying for, if they thought any god might have answered. Then again, they thought, glancing at the figure in the middle of the room, the light from the windows making them nearly shine.

Maybe it just took my god some time to arrive.

[notveryimpressed]

Part 1

Supervillain's mind began to race with a mix of anger and confusion. How dare that superhero attempt to flirt with their scientist? They were their scientist, and nobody else's! The supervillain's jealousy and possessiveness surged through them like an electric current.

With a sinister smile, the supervillain decided to play along, biding their time until the right moment to strike. "Ah, my dear scientist," the supervillain purred, stepping closer to them and resting a gloved hand on their shoulder. "I must say, your grace and poise never fail to impress. But it seems we have an uninvited guest in our little dance."

The scientist, unsure of the underlying tension in the room, glanced at the embarrassed superhero who was walking away with a perplexed expression. "Oh, uh, I didn't realize they were trying to flirt," the scientist replied innocently. "But let's not allow any distractions on this crucial day, shall we?"

"Of course," the supervillain said, their smile never wavering, though their eyes glinted with malice. "No distractions will be allowed. In fact, I have a proposal for you, my dear scientist. How about after this meeting, you join me for a private celebration? I'd love to discuss some new inventions I have in mind."

The scientist hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. The supervillain had always been alluring and charismatic, but they were also well aware of the evil deeds committed by this enchanting figure. Nevertheless, the scientist agreed, "Alright, I'd be interested in hearing about your new inventions."

As the Council of the Supers continued its proceedings, the supervillain's mind raced with the sinister plans they had in store for the council members. But they also couldn't ignore the feelings they had developed for their brilliant scientist.

The supervillain and the scientist found themselves alone in the sunlit conference room. The supervillain's smooth façade slowly crumbled, revealing vulnerability beneath their villainous exterior. "Listen," they began, looking away for a moment before locking eyes with the scientist, "I know I've been harsh with you, pushing you to create weapons and devices for my villainous schemes. But there's something else I want now, something more than power or destruction."

The scientist watched with curiosity and concern as the supervillain opened up, revealing a side they had never seen before. "What is it that you want?" the scientist asked, their defenses softened.

"I want you," the supervillain admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to stay with me, by my side. I want to protect you and make you happy. And in return, I promise to change, to be better, for you."

Caught off guard by this unexpected confession, the scientist's heart skipped a beat. They had never imagined that their arch-nemesis, the supervillain, could harbor such complex emotions. Despite the darkness surrounding them, the scientist could see a glimmer of hope in the supervillain's eyes.

"I don't know if I can trust you," the scientist replied honestly. "

The supervillain nodded, understanding the scientist's hesitance. "I know I don't deserve your trust just yet, but I'm willing to prove myself. Let me show you a different side of me, a side that cares for you deeply," Supervillain inhaled deeply and before scientist could reply, they told, " Also, I need your help in chopping off a few heads."

[puddleslimewrites]

False Promises

Part 2

"They don't care about you, you know," Hero said offhand. The callous remark was such a contrast to their usual idiotic demeanor that it threw Scientist for a loop.

Scientist flushed. And then, stammering, "O-Of course they do. They just-"

"They just want to use you. You have to know that."

Scientist bit their lip. No. No, they didn't know that. Supervillain had been the first to approach them long before the heroes did. The only reason Scientist didn't run Hero out of their lab was because the other didn't spout any of that "do it for the greater good" crap their mentor seemed so fond of. At least Superhero had since given up trying to convince them to "join the right side".

"Oh, what's this do?"

"Don't touch that!"

And just as quickly as it came, the heavy air that had settled over them was gone as Scientist snatched another device out of Hero's hands.

~

"There's no use for you anymore."

Supervillain...

Scientist squeezed their eyes shut, hoping it would all be over soon. Their lab coat was stained with at least three different corrosive chemicals, but none were strong enough to burn through to their skin. Maybe it would be better if it burned their flesh. It would be far less painful than this.

Heroes would be storming their lab soon enough, breaking every beaker that had yet been reduced to shards. Perhaps they should come out of their hiding place and beg Supervillain to end their life quickly.

"Scientist!"

Scientist didn't move, didn't dare even breathe, in the shelter of their hiding spot. The world shook around them, the foundation of their lab - their home - already uprooted and ruined.

"Scientist?" Hero called again. They picked their way through the overturned desks, carefully stepping around vials of broken glass and spilled liquids.

"...[Civilian]?"

Scientist choked on the breath they were holding. They'd told Hero their name just once, in a moment of weakness - a moment where they truly believed everything would be alright.

How foolish they had been.

~

I've seen a lot of stories where Scientist joins Villain or Supervillain, but I haven't seen too many where Hero is the one that appeals to them, so I decided to write it c:

[verybadatwriting]

This is amazing

CW: multiple mentions of child death/murder and intent of child murder (not descriptive but main focus), implied/mentioned adult murder x2 (not descriptive), needle mention, dehumanizing language and conversations, HEAVY ANGST with happy (bittersweet?) ending.

“It isn’t right.” Scientist spat out, venom dripping from the words. “That thing came out wrong.”

Supervillain gently pulled Scientist away from her work table. Each time she had failed her attempt she seemed to get more and more angry with herself. It broke his heart to hear. The mistakes weren’t her fault, Scientist was brilliant and her work was brilliant.

“I just- I want him back Supervillain…I want our baby back…” Her voice wavered.

He cupped the back of her head as she pushed her face into his shoulder. “We’ll have him back darling, we just need to try again. If anyone can do this right, it’s you.”

Scientist twisted his cardigan in her fists as she clearly struggled not to cry. It had been almost a year now without any significant progress in bringing Child back but Supervillain had absolutely no doubt in his wife.

This was the woman who had somehow cured what would have been the terminal illness to take him out, the woman who took control of a hero’s powers through the use of their own body like a puppet, the one who Supervillain knew with full certainty could take the world down without true opposition. There was a reason he had fallen so deeply and irreversibly in love with her.

His heart wrenched as a broken, muffled sob shook her frame. “I can’t stand that thing walking around looking like him. It’s mocking me, Supervillain! I can’t stand it! It’s going around with his face as if it deserves to take his place. It’s mocking my failure!”

“Hush love, hush now.” Supervillain scooped her up and carried her from the lab. 

The walk to their room was a long one as the lab was on the other side of the manor and they passed several henchmen on their way. Each one of them quickly averted their eyes, either from respect or from fear. They all knew what Supervillain would do to them if they even just thought of using Scientist’s vulnerability to an advantage. Even still, it was a relief to finally reach the carved oak doors.

Scientist was coaxed into her pajamas before Supervillain tucked her into their bed. It was only noon but she had been up the whole night trying to find what had gone wrong with that thing and she needed the sleep.

He laid a soft kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry darling. That imposter will be gone by the time you wake; I’ll take care of it.”

—

“Six.”

Supervillain paused. It was rare that his captain of security said anything. He preferred to be monosyllabic or simply silent most of the time. “Excuse me?”

“This is the sixth child you will kill.” Captain was still standing at attention by the clone’s door but he watched Supervillain out of the corner of his eye. “You’ve made six of them since you lost Child. Scientist was crying again; you’re going to kill him too.”

It wasn’t a question.

Keep reading

[little-pondhead]

I forgot about this.

The whole reasoning behind the Supervillain Danny AU sketches was that his villain persona was the complete opposite of his normal, sane self and hero persona. Danny plays into the Fenton name really hard, and ramps up the “mad scientist” bit, taking inspiration from both his normal civilian life and his parents, thus using just his last name as a villain.

And then I wanted to add what Sam and Tucker might look like if they joined in on his shenanigans. To keep with the “opposite of their normal life” bit, let’s throw in some ghostly artifacts that help the two keep up with Fenton’s madness.

Sam would get an angel’s halo that helps her form ghostly wings, and she’d play into the good-two shoes angelic look, and then she opens her mouth and verbally assaults you. She pins her bangs back and wears clothes that better fit a celestial aesthetic and uses all the etiquette training her parents taught her. Manson looks like some sort of regal angel and people expect her to be the nicest out of all of them. She’s not. Manson is the sneakiest and most bloodthirsty one, and heroes regularly wonder if she has actually committed murder or not.

Tucker takes inspiration from his time as a pharaoh. He has a metal postiche that enhances his physical ability. (Maybe it gives him dreadlocks too, but I like to think Tucker is just wearing a whole ass wig.) He wears a strange mix of street wear and his pharaoh outfit, and throws his tech-obsessed self out the window. Fenton is the nerdy one here, so now Foley is the muscle. Foley plays up meathead American bully stereotype hard. He delights in throwing hands, and hunts down supers just for the sake of a fun spar. (For him not for the supers.) Foley’s favorite people to fight so far is Killer Croc and Superman. Heroes are concerned about what would happen if Foley fought for real, but then they saw what he did to the Joker “as a joke” and decided not to ask any more questions.

Basically, the trio looked at their civilian lives and picked out what they considered “villainous traits” from the people around them that they then played into as villains themselves. If that makes sense. Sam hates how her parents want a perfect child, so she makes herself look like one. She speaks in backhanded comments and has a snooty attitude, which she learned from other rich people. Tucker is constantly confronted by bullies everyday, and all the rogues that come to Amity are always fighting, so that’s what he decides to mimic. Yeah, he now gets to be the big and strong protector of the group, but all his experience with fighting have been bad ones, and that reflects in his style. And finally, Danny. Why does he take after his parents and play into the family name? Because the Fentons are one of the biggest obstacles and source of anxiety in his life. Danny associates mad scientists to pain and other bad things, so even if all he’s being helpful in a really annoying way as a villain, his parents and the threat of the GIW still influence how he presents himself. Because to Danny, those two things are far more scary than a kid with a pirate ship or a man wearing a bat fursuit.

[kritzeln1]

she lived guys dont worry 🎉

[enlightenedrobot]

Further progress on the trailer I'm working on. Sam Datum played by OolayTiger

[smile-files]

bearer of the curse (too many good ideas)

[thepenultimateword]

A Little Bit of Madness

CW: serious Injury, surgery, implied needles, body modification

Supervillain awoke with a start, a sort of ghastly, gasping awakening that even startled them. They blinked hard, slowly taking in their position, prostrate on a cold table. Three things struck all at once: one, they had no idea where they were or how they got here. Two, they couldn't move. Three, they couldn't feel. From the thick feeling in their head, they thought that things should be hurting, but the only sensation they were getting was a strange numbness from head to toe.

They made some effort to lift their lifeless arms but only managed a tired grunt.

"Don't move, my love," came a familiar, reedy voice near their head.

"Scientist?" Supervillain mumbled. It came out croaky, but at least that was one part of their body they could move.

In answer, cool hands began stroking down their temples. "Those horrible heroes tried to kill your beautiful self."

"Kill me?"

"Yes." Scientist stooped down, the sharp diamond cut of their bones coming into view as their long hair tickled Supervillain's cheek. Supervillain searched their sterile gray eyes, more like doomsday cloud today than their usual steady steel. "They completely ignored our treaty and decided to take their chances and blow you up. Not good chances. You know, I think they underestimate me."

"Scientist..." Supervillain strained to move an arm, a finger, a muscle, anything to hold them. Their lover was sensitive, always double, triple, quadruple checking, fearing the worst, overprotecting. This injury must have devastated them. Well, if they couldn't comfort them with touch, they could manage some words. "I'm here. It's ok. I'm ok."

"They still haven't realized that I'm the boss in the relationship," Scientist laughed flatly, hysteria rising. "They think it's you with your powers and your voice and your big shoulders. They think if you're out of the picture everything will be solved. But I gave you those powers and I made those plans." Scientist pounded their chest, suddenly roaring, "If they wanted you dead, they should have killed me first!"

Supervillain's insides washed cold. Something was wrong. Very very wrong. This wasn't stress from a regular injury. This didn't even feel like a regular patch job.

"Scientist...what do you mean by "blown up"? How..." Supervillain winced as they tried to summon their latest memory and came up with nothing but heat and blinding light. "How am I here? What did you do?"

Scientist brushed at Supervillain's short hair, pinching at strands and smoothing them back. "You're stable. But some of the pieces still need to take."

"Pieces?" Supervillain's voice went up an octave. "What did you do?"

"I saved you, my love." They pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. "And maybe made you a little bit better. So that you'll stay safe."

"Scientist? Scientist what did you do? What exactly did you do? What happened."

"All in good time, love." Scientist moved out of Supervillain's line of sight. "For now, sleep. It's too early for you to be awake. You could hurt yourself."

There was some light clattering to Supervillain's right, and suddenly a sharp pinch in Supervillain's neck. Almost immediately all the lights and colors and sounds blurred together into pitch black.

The next time they woke, they were in a bed instead of a table. It was one of those wheeled hospital beds with an IV drip hooked up to it, but still a bed. Things still felt a little strange--courtesy of whatever was in that drip they were sure--but at least a few small kicks under the covers proved they could move again.

"There you are," came Scientist's voice, first distant and all at once right next to their head. "There's my favorite villain. Hey, love."

Supervillain took them in in slow blinks.

"How are you feeling?"

Another blink. "You did something to me."

It slipped off their tongue before they even recalled the night before. They didn't intend it to come out so much like an accusation.

Scientist's expression tightened, if only to keep themselves together. "You were in pieces. Even when I got most of you on life support, I had to go scrounging around the city for whatever parts those disgusting heroes didn't steal."

"Steal?"

"DNA, darling. Of course, they have their own scientific team assigned to cloning it. Their own army of supers. Fortunately, when I gave you those powers they weren't meant to alter you on a genetic level. I don't think they'll find much." Maybe Scientist saw the sickened look on their face because they dropped the topic. "No matter. All that's important is you're alright now. Do you want some jello? Or pudding? Oh, I got that swirl kind you like."

"I want a mirror."

"Not yet, darling. It'll be too much of a shock all at once. Give yourself time to get used to the feel first."

"I want a mirror," Supervillain repeated more firmly.

Scientist’s lips tightened, but they nodded. “As you wish."

They shuffled out of the room. Supervillain watched after them for a moment but quickly their eyelids began to droop. The next thing they knew Scientist was gently shaking their shoulder. Their lover pointed to the other side of the room before stepping away and biting the back of their knuckle.

Supervillain’s eyes flicked to the floor length mirror propped on the barren wall in front of them. For a moment they couldn’t find themselves. Only…metal.

An arm, a chest plate, a panel in their head where the hair cut short. As they straightened a sharp clicking sound resonated over their shoulder and their reflection showed a sort of long metal rod beginning at the base of their neck and followed the curve of their back like an outer spine.

“I can attach other prosthetics to that,” Scientist said quickly. “Wings, tail, whatever. It’s meant to connect the rest of these pieces to your nervous system but that’s the bonus.”

Nervous system. Suddenly Supervillain didn’t trust their earlier movement. They tossed back the blanket as best they could and, as they feared, found two completely new legs underneath.

They couldn’t breathe.

“I-I’m going to figure out how to synthesize a sort of skin to cover over it all,” Scientist said. “That way you won’t feel so strange.”

“So I won’t feel strange?” Supervillain murmured. “Everything left of me is burned, and the rest…” They scoffed, clenching their fists. “You don’t want me to feel strange? I am strange! You made me strange! That’s what you do! You push and prod and break and put back together! You think it’s fun making monsters? Experimenting like the rest of us are just lab rats in your world? You’re not Frankenstein! You’re not Dr. Jekyll! You’re just a villain who always takes it too far! You weren’t supposed to do this to me! I trusted you! You weren’t supped to…”

Supervillain turned their hands back and forth in front of them. A loud sob forced its way up their throat.

"I know." Scientist slid into the bed beside them and wrapped them in their arms. "I know. But I could not lose you. I would not."

Supervillain buried their face into Scientist’s neck, fury overshadowed by their need for comfort. A monster in the hands of their creator.

[notveryimpressed]

Sriracha

Villain: Gather 'round, my nefarious associates! Today, we shall unleash a prank of unparalleled villainy upon those insufferable heroes. The very foundation of their breakfasts shall crumble!

Right Hand: My Lord, are you referring to the diabolical plot involving the jam and the... err, spicy sauce?

Villain: Indeed, Right Hand! I have devised a scheme so devilish that even the most stoic hero will shed a tear over their ruined toast. Behold, we shall replace all their innocent jam bottles with jars of fiery sriracha sauce!

Henchman #1: (snickering) Sriracha sauce, boss? Won't they notice the difference right away?

Villain: That's where you're wrong, my unwitting underling! The labels, yes, the labels shall be our masterpiece. Mittens!

Mittens: (with a tiny villainous cape) Oh, joy. I always wanted to be a cat forger.

Villain: Mittens, you shall forge labels so exquisite, so perfect, that the heroes won't suspect a thing! I want the labels to scream "premium, extra-fancy jam" while concealing the fiery truth within.

Right Hand: (suppressing laughter) My Lord, isn't Mittens more skilled in knocking things off tables than label forgery?

Villain: Nonsense! I have seen Mittens weave her devious paws through the most intricate tasks. She once unraveled the hero's secret meeting plans by batting a ball of yarn across their secret files!

Mittens: (proudly) Meow.

Henchman #2: (snickering) But boss, what if they taste the sauce and realize it's not jam?

Villain: Ah, my dear simpleton, that's where our pièce de résistance comes in. Scientist!

Scientist: (entering with a clipboard) You called, my villainous overlord?

Villain: Scientist, you shall concoct a special potion that numbs the taste buds temporarily! Just enough for the heroes to savor the sweet anticipation before the fiery revelation.

Scientist: (scribbling notes) Numbing potion, understood. How long should the effect last?

Villain: Long enough for them to question their very existence, but short enough for them to recover before they suspect foul play.

Right Hand: (trying not to laugh) Brilliant, my Lord. A scheme so devious, even the heroes won't see it coming.

Henchman #1: (chuckles) And they'll be wondering if their taste buds have turned traitor!

Villain: Precisely! Now, to action, my minions! Mittens, forge those labels. Scientist, brew that potion. Henchmen, prepare for a raid on the hero's breakfast nooks!

[puddleslimewrites]

False Promises (Part 2)

Part 1

Hero never got bored or looked the least bit uninterested when Scientist talked about new ideas. Most people would zone out long before they really got into a lecture, but still had the decency to nod and comment politely. Hero didn't offer any empty pleasantries. It was funny how similar they were to Supervillain in that way.

Hero asked questions. Not as many as Supervillain and not nearly as introspective, but they made Scientist think. Not just about their work, but about themself, too.

Hero asked for their favorite color. They didn't know. No one ever cared. Questions like that left them feeling flustered and off balance. But there were ones they could answer more easily. Like why erlenmeyer flasks were shaped in such a funny way, or what caustic chemical they most preferred.

Both Hero and Supervillain were fishing for information. Scientist was more than aware there were alterior motives (there always would be). Supervillain poked and proded their mind for their thought process - the way anything and everything worked, how they planned to make and use their own creations. And Hero...

Hero wanted to know them as a person. It baffled Scientist, really, to be seen as more than what they'd done and what they could do. Hero didn't care much for science, but they cared when Scientist had something to say. They didn't preach the glories of a career in heroics, though Scientist was sure that's what they were sent for.

Scientist was useful to Supervillain. With them, they felt needed. Wanted. With Supervillain came admiration and awe at not only the power they had, but the potential they saw in Scientist and their work.

Their relationship with Hero was harder to place. At first Scientist was merely tolerant as Hero seemed content to simply observe and learn. They weren't sure when tolerance turned into...Scientist was reluctant to call it friendship. But Hero was there. They were present and attentive and there, which was more than Scientist could ever ask for.

~

A beaker crashed on the floor, but Scientist hardly cared for the danger of broken glass when there was a much more immediate threat looming in the doorway. "What- Wh-What are you doing here?"

It had been months since they'd last seen that face. They should have locked the doors, turned out the lights, pretended they'd gone home when Hero suggested it.

Supervillain cocked their head. Scientist could see the thoughtful look in their eyes as they considered what to say. "I made a misjudgment," they settled on. They spoke slowly and carefully in a measured effort to craft a regretful image.

Scientist didn't doubt they were regretful. But not for them. No, they felt remorse for the lost opportunities, for time wasted, when they realized that not only had Scientist survived, but that they'd been recruited by the heroes as well.

Too late Scientist realized that they'd backed themself into a corner. The only door into the lab was on the far side of the room and the windows were at least three stories up from the ground level. They didn't have an escape route.

Scientist should have known better.

They should have known better than to accept the help of heroes after hiding for so long; better than to choose a side that wasn't their own.

Maybe...maybe that was their plan all along. Superhero's speeches about the 'good of the people' never worked, so the heroes sent someone who could appeal to them. Someone who could get them to lower their guard and gradually change their mind. Someone who could be their friend.

Like a fool, Scientist fell for it. Just like they fell for Supervillain.

~

Tagging: @vallianttreedreamland

[little-pondhead]

Does batman see villain! everlasting trio and think "oh! a three for one deal of misguided children, that clearly need a parental figure. Well, it's not like I don't have the rooms for them" or....

My guy that’s exactly what he does.

[gettingcomfyinyourwalls]

DP x DC prompt #23

Danny Fenton is what some might label a "mad scientist" which is completely uncalled for. I mean sure he has zero lab safety, scares everyone he meets, and might, on occasion, perform morally dubious experiments, but he's the top person in the clean energy department, most of the machines he makes are made to help the environment, and he even helps donate to organizations to help clean up superhero battles. So why do supervillains keep trying to hire him?

[chris-prank]

Villain sidekick yandere x GN hero reader

A good influence? Part 1

Warning: Manipulation, kidnapping, obsessive and creepy behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

🧪 You were a well known hero, going around saving the city from dangerous threats.

🧪 One of your enemies was a supervillain known as “Fatalité” who worked with the scientist “Dr. Seraph”. 

🧪 Even if you got to put a stop to their evil plans time and time again, they always seemed to get back on their feet and challenge you once more. 

🧪 Between the two, Dr. Seraph did seem a bit less evil. Once he even got slapped by Fatalité, because he hesitated to attack you while you were saving a child. So you always had a bit more of empathy for him, not hesitating to be less harsh during fights. 

🧪 He was not a good person by any means, but you always find it a bit ironic how he was pushed around by his boss or the other henchmans. He would get so easily startled and lose his composure.  

🧪 One day, you accidently fell into one of his traps, while on a mission with your teammates. 

🧪 You woke up in his lab, tied up to a metal board. Before he had noticed you were awake, the scientist was working on a giant computer, while excitedly muttering to himself.

🧪 You looked to your side to see a little table covered with torture devices. That’s when the short man noticed your conscious state. 

🧪 “Fatalié will be so proud of me! You’re done, hero.” He tried to give a confident smile, but you could still feel his nervousness seeping through it. 

🧪 Despite the deadly situation you were in, you couldn’t help but make joke to turn this situation into ridicule.

🧪 “Really ? Does that mean I won’t get to see your cute face anymore?” You made a fake pout. 

🧪 Wait…Was it just you or did he blushed? His sudden stuttering and his eyes darting away from yours, was a clear indicator that your comment had affected him. Just not in the way you had expected.

🧪 You needed to take advantage of this, since there was no way you could escape alone in this room filled with deadly weapons. You had to buy enough time for your colleague to come and find you. 

🧪 You decided to continue with the praise. Saying how smart he was and that his boss couldn’t do his evil deed without him. 

🧪 “R-Really? No one ever recognizes my genius and dedication!” 

🧪 This guy was the definition of being starved for attention, since he totally didn’t catch on that you were manipulating him. His face was getting more and more flustered as he forgot what his initials intentions were. You had to admit, it was kinda cute. 

🧪 “You’re actually… quite likable compared to the nuisances you call teammates. At least now I know that one hero appreciate the complexity of my inventions.”

🧪 Seeing that your tactic was working wonders, you added how unfair it was for him to be treated like trash by Fatalité. The scientist stopped at your words, which made you dread that you had gone too far. 

🧪 He was about to respond when an explosion shook the room. You smile to yourself, knowing who was responsible for that detonation. Dr. Seraph tried frantically to find your friends on the surveillance camera. He called for reinforcements in a panic, before taking a weapon and leaving the room.

🧪 You just had to wait 5 minutes for one of your friends to find you and get the restraint off. You decided to leave a message on a notepad saying “Been fun, see you next time Doc.” with a little winky face. 

🧪 If only you knew the effect that it had on him when he found it later, tired and bruised up. 

🧪 That night, Dr. Seraph, or should I say Vincent, found himself thinking of you while he was laying on his bed. He couldn’t stop his mind spiraling as he held the little note close to his lips. It’s like the interaction you had today had completely changed his opinions of you. 

🧪 This scientist had been without attention for so long, that the tiniest bit of compliments and “special treatment” from you was enough to make his heart skip a beat.  

🧪 It went all downhill from there. It’s like he was finally noticing little things about you that he never did before.

🧪 How he loves it when you defend him from the wrath of his boss and try to convince him to go to the good side. You’re so considerate! 

🧪 Please treat him like he did nothing wrong and he is just being forced by Fatalité (which he isn’t totally). He just wants to hear your gentle words of praise again. 

🧪 He may be more remorseful of his criminal activities then others villains, but he is totally not above manipulation.

🧪 He tries to appear more injured at times so you would take him in your arms, like you do with civilians, to take him away from collapsing infrastructure. 

🧪 “P-please help me…Fatalité will punish me when he sees that I failed him again…” He gives you the biggest puppy eyes, hoping it would be enough to spark your heroic instincts. 

🧪 All to say that he is not really subtle with his new found love for you. The goons easily noticed his change of behavior around you. 

🧪 So they start teasing him about it, making him stutter, trying to deny it. They don’t truly believe he does like you, they just like messing with him. 

🧪 He tries to convince his boss to attack parts of the city where you do your patrol more often, in the hope of seeing you intervene. 

🧪 To say that he is disappointed every time another superhero tries to stop him instead of you would be an understatement. Like why are they ruining his little date ?! Don’t they have cats to save from trees or something?

🧪 He doesn't think of himself as a masochist, but he doesn’t totally dislike when you give him a few slaps or punches.

🧪 He especially likes it when you apologize when you feel like you didn’t hold back enough of your super strength. 

🧪 Can’t you just take him in your arms and kiss it better already?

🧪 Soon he starts thinking of you outside of your hero persona. Meeting you for fights is not enough for him anymore. 

🧪 What are you like when you take off your suit? What do you do when you have free time? 

🧪 He wanted more. He needed more of you.

After months of rewriting and perfecting this story in my draft I’m finally posting it. Anxiety be damned! (I am totally not stressing right now about it) But in all seriousness this is the first real post I make on this account, I hope you guys will like it!

Here is a little doodle of my boy Vincent (it’s a little bit old since I wrote this story in like December)