#supervillian x henchman

[the-ghostly-butterfly]

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The next morning, Henchman sat in the infirmary of Villain's Headquarters, the atmosphere as thick as smoke. Henchman figured Villain let slip to someone what they were planning to do the Henchman as a punishment for what they'd done, or maybe even details of how they'd be tortured or killed, or maybe even thrown out for the heroes to round up like a stray dog, most likely with their tongue cut out and hands broken so they didn't stand a chance at revealing anything they'd learned about Villain

They didn't really know anything useful for the heroes anyway. They knew Villain's favorite color (dark blue), favorite foods (anything with chocolate), allergies (blueberries), their least favorite movie genre (horror) and a couple other things they picked up from being around Villain so much.

They learned why Villain didn't get on well with their parents (they very much had a favorite child and it wasn't Villain) and what'd brought on their anger towards the Hero Agency once Villain brought them into their confidence, sure, but they didn't know much more about plans then the average civilian--that would be Right Hand. Their actual duties consisted of watching over supplies, managing other henchmen and keeping an eye on the overall workings of Headquarters.

Henchman hoped that taking down Hero would make Villain proud of them. Would make them allow Henchman into their inner circle and bring them into their confidence. They'd hoped to get as close to Villain as Right Hand--closer, after bringing down Hero. And instead, they'd suffered two humiliating defeats (and several broken ribs).

It all came to a head when Medic came in to check on Henchman's stitches. in addition to the blunt force trauma of being thrown through a window and into a wall, glass shards stuck into their back and left jagged, stinging wounds that oozed blood well into the night. Henchman sat on their cot, facing away from Medic as their wounds were inspected and re-dressed, and even then they could feel the hesitation Medic's hands, which were usually sure and quick.

Silence hung in the room like a dead man.

"What are they gonna do?" Henchman asked in a croaky voice, just barely above a whisper.

Medic paused. Considered. "What?"

"Villain. What are they gonna do to me?"

Again, they were met with silence. Henchman was sure the stress was worse than any answer Medic could've given until... Medic laughed. They laughed. It wasn't a snort or a scoff, or even a giggle--and they didn't even try to hide it! Medic stepped back for a moment, cackling as Henchman's stomach dropped. Of all the answers they were expecting, that was one they hadn't prepared for in the slightest.

"Oh, God, I needed that. You're hysterical."

"I'm being serious!" Henchman whirled around half way before the agony from the mess that somehow made up their abdomen sent lightning-hot reminders of why that was a horrible idea.

"Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself," Medic scolded lightly, laughter still dancing in their eyes. "Have you really been stressed about that the whole time?"

"YES!" Henchman was near screaming now, though they weren't sure if it was ager or confusion that raised their voice. "Why wouldn't I be? Did you see how furious Villain was before they left? And I haven't seen them since. I left without permission and acted without orders; they have every reason to be upset. And everyone and everything's been so quiet today, it's like I've been handed down a death sentence."

Medic cleared their throat and the last embers of amusement flickered out. "Yeah, well, you're right about that, but you're not the one in danger. Or at least, you weren't when it mattered."

The tone of Medic's voice was dead serious--terrifying--and didn't help the growing pit of anxiety that had hunkered down in Henchman's stomach. They felt like they were going to pass out, woozy and dizzy and like the world was tipping out from under them.

A sharp snap under their nose anchored them a little more steadily to the bed they were sitting on, Medic having circled around the cot to look Henchman in the eyes. "You're fine, relax. The rest of us weren't supposed to tell you because it was bad, even for Villain, but I don't think you're in for anything more than a slap on the wrist, and neither does anyone else."

And they wouldn't understand that even if Henchman wasn't going to be killed, as thankful for that as they were, even a slap on the wrist as Medic said would destroy everything Henchman had been working towards. Everything they'd been hoping for. They should've known going into the fight that they were putting Villain's trust in them on the line, and they had--to a point.

They never expected they would fail as horribly as they did, nor that Villain would react with the kind of quiet fury usually reserved for their rare interactions with heroes or other members of the Agency itself. They hadn't expected to be sent to the infirmary the way that they were, or to be teleported directly to it from an alley just off the main scene of the fight after barely getting away.

And what they really weren't expecting was what hurt most: The fact that Villain had put them here and walked off without another word. They'd spoken in their office, but beyond that, there wasn't even a threatening note, or a warning given through Medic. They'd been effectively put in time out, knowing what might be coming but not having enough confidence to really prepare themselves one way or another.

“Hey, what did I just say?” Medic says, this time with annoyance in their tone. “Even if I don’t know the details, I know you’re gonna be fine, okay? You’re gonna be fine, and I don’t think you’re clocking Villain’s feelings towards what you did to Hero as correctly as you think you are, yeah?”

Their assessment was fair, if not a little stinging. They’d never been good at reading people, but they’d hoped Villain was the exception. Even with their monotone voice and often stony demeanor, Henchman knew how tired they were in a glance after a fight; knew when to call for Medic or coffee or let them get straight to their personal rooms and block everyone else from entering–something Right Hand was usually supposed to do. 

The entire night, they’d tried not to deliberate too much on Right Hand. They’d tried to ignore the stinging jealousy of the fact that there was already someone that was so close to Villain they could almost read their thoughts. They knew Villain kept a certian amount of professionalism and distance between themselves and Right Hand that didn’t seem to be present between Villain and Henchman, but most liekly because it wasn’t seen as necessary. They weren’t close enough for it to matter in the first place. 

“Okay,” Henchman murmured, and one look at Meidc’s face made it clear to even them that they didn’t beleive them for a second. Nevertheless, Medic stepped away. 

“Okay,” they echoed, with much more confidence. “You seem to be healing well, all things considered, and I have other patients I need to take care of, so I’m going to leave you here, okay? Try not to freak out too much on me, yeah?”

Henchman gave a weak nod, and an even weaker smile. They were sure that Medic could see them spiraling form the outside, but if they did, they didn’t say anything about it. “Yeah.”

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You'll end up just like them

"I've been trying my best," the henchman begins, voice shaking a little. "T-to make sure that.. that you're satisfied in my work."

Supervillian takes a step forward, henchman takes two back. "I-i've made s-sure that... that that I hid everything! A-and I even double checked with the other henchmen, villian, and right hand!"

"And am I to believe that right hand would give out my most trusted information to a group of heros?" The supervillian asks, voice deep and angry. The henchman can only swallow.

They know that the information was kept secret and safe, thet only gave right hand and villian the code to unlock document.

"W-well there's still villian, they're the only two I gave the codes to." Henchman says quietly. Supervillian roughly grabs them by the collar of their shirt.

"You better find out who it was or you're gonna end up just like Other villain."

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MASTERLIST

Anything marked with ★ is considered complete.

Projects

★ Black Baccara Rose: (Hero x Henchman) Supervillain sends Henchman out to buy flowers. Henchman uses that time to talk to Civilian, their favorite person in the world. But soon chaos ensues as Henchman needs to save the one person they care about, from the clutches of their own boss.

● The Sidekick Club: Strange friendship in-between a Hero sidekick, Villain sidekick and Supervillain Henchman.

Snippets

Hurt/Comfort

★ Hero is an orphan ● Supervillain caught Hero and Sidekick, for a sinister plot. /J ● Supervillian’s Dogs : Prompt by @ / whygodohgodwhy (New✨)

Humor

● Hero’s problem (Hero x Villain): Villain did not want to spend “family time” with supervillain, so now it Hero’s problem. Part 1 : Part 2

● Henchman has had a bad day and a terrible week. ● Superhero is forced by Supervillain to be a rogue. ● Downloading music illegally : Prompt by @ / hufflepuffwritingstuff2 ● Villain thought they were getting Pay Day ● Rendez-miss-vous ● Henchman’s homework 😐📝🐕 : Prompt by @ / heroes-villains-side-blog ● Super Run

Romance

● Hero wants burger: (Hero x Villain) ★ Spooky day at the job: (Hero x Right Hand)

Found Family

● Breakfast at Supervillain Home

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● Sidekick's Power ● The old Bookstore ● Villain made Supervillain Mad!

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Prompt #8 - Mind Control and Hive Mind Clones Part 2

Tldr: A lazy morning is interrupted by a surprise attack by Hero.

CW: Gore, torture, blood, severe injuries, mind control, death

I tried to be light on the gore but if you'd like to skip it the main gore happens between the asterisks **

Supervillain woke up embraced in the arms of their beloved Villain. Silk sheets and numerous plush pillows adorned the California king sized bed they shared.

Villain normally complained about the sheer amount of throw pillows Supervillain insisted on having but Supervillain thought they truly made their bed feel like a nest. It made their bed feel like a home.

It wasn't until they noticed Villain drooling on them that they started to shift out from under the covers to start the day. Villain sleepily threw an arm around Supervillain to try and convince them to stay.

"Noooo... Five more minutes..." Villain whined while trying to pull Supervillain back into bed with them. Supervillain gave a warm smile in return, leaning in only to press a short kiss Villain's lips before getting out of bed completely.

"Well, you should have thought about that before drooling on me." They curtly responded before changing out of their silk Pj's and throwing their shirt over Villain's head to finish changing. They smirked as Villain started to stir before heading into their luxurious bathroom.

Supervillain was brushing their teeth when they were finally joined by a somewhat drowsy Villain who hugged them from behind.

"Baby, go back to bed. I know you have copies that are more awake and I want all of you to be well rested."

"No... All of my other copies are guarding the building and the door to our room. I don't want to bring myself together to cuddle you and leave us defenseless. What happens if that pesky hero shows up and I can't warn you?"

It was true that Supervillain and Villain formed their relationship out of convenience. Supervillain needed henchmen to guard their base of operations which was their huge skyscraper.

Supervillain was absolutely dreading the cost of hiring enough henchmen to adequately cover every floor. So many projects were under development and any stealthy hero could have easily broken in and shut everything down.

When Villain had answered the help wanted add they were everything Supervillain hoped for and more. They offered to do the work for the cost of one worker, had enough copies to cover every floor, didn't need to take many breaks, and as a bonus they could quickly relay any information immediately to Supervillain and rally other guards.

Their relationship started later on when Villain started to win Supervillain over with their charms.

On the flip side, Villain felt so grateful to be employed by Supervillain. They were a big name in the villain world which meant Villain finally got some respect. Additionally, Supervillain had offered them several perks with the job including vision, dental, health care, paid time off, free room and board, etc.

Furthermore, once they explained their condition to Supervillain they were offered luxury upon luxury with Supervillain explaining that their employees needed to be treated the best to work the best.

It totally wasn't Supervillain's attempt at flirting.

Regardless, Villain was glad they weren't facing poverty anymore and were even happier to have the most attractive and stunning Supervillain in the world as their date friend.

Last night Villain reassured Supervillain that they loved them for who they are. A cute dork who ruled this city with an iron fist.

Today, they planned to continue the praise and adoration. Not that they didn't normally praise Supervillain on the job but they figured they could use a pick-me-up this morning. Especially after they finished the paperwork instead of Supervillain.

Villain opened their mouth to give the morning guard report when they were interrupted by a view from a different body.

"Oh my God." Villain said in a terrified whisper. "It's Hero. He broke in."

Supervillain's toothbrush clattered in the sink as they gave a startled "What!?!??"

"Third floor. I'll try to hold him off as long as possible. Please hurry." Villain replied now sending all available copies to fight Hero. They knew they'd be no match for him they they didn't have to be.

They just needed to buy time.

Supervillain ran out of the room alongside the 2 copies guarding the room. The copies shared the play by play of the battle, stifling any cries from the injuries Hero caused. They tried to put on a brave face for Supervillain but they could see right through them.

Villain could feel the gravity coming off of Supervillain. They were actually starting to get a bit scared, not for Supervillain but for Hero. They'd never seen Supervillain truly furious. Despite the broken bones and severe injuries inflicted upon them, Villain could feel an excitement from seeing their love let loose.

** When they arrived at the battle all Supervillain could see was the amount of bodies and blood littering the floor. Villain had told them they had technically experienced death before but Supervillain was still struck by the horror of the situation.

Villain tried to offer some comfort saying the dead copies died fast but Supervillain pushed past them to find Hero.

Additional copies showed up to clear out the injured or charge in to fight Hero. When Supervillain turned a corner they found Hero surrounded by injured copies of their Villain.

Hero hurt their Villain.

Hero turned to notice Supervillain and smiled an insincere grin. He puffed out his chest, gestured to the carnage surrounding them, and began triumphantly monologuing.

"We finally meet Supervillain. I was honestly getting tired of these worthless minions you keep around as cannon foder. Now we will battle in a legendary-"

"Break your fingers." Supervillain commanded as Hero became unfocused, clearly under Supervillain's control.

Hero complied, in a long drawn out process which Supervillain intended. Supervillain then ordered Hero to break various body parts, leaving him broken in a broken heap. Then Supervillain stopped controlling Hero, just so he could feel everything he'd done to himself.

Supervillain coldly walked up to the once proud Hero and ground their heel into what was once his ankle. Hero screamed out in pain on the verge of passing out.

"You don't get to walk away from this. You'll die here. They'll never find you. Maybe next life you'll be blessed to be powerless. Then maybe you'll have the mercy of being killed faster. Stop breathing."

Hero stopped breathing. A horrified look stayed in his eyes as he clawed at his chest with broken limbs until they finally stopped. **

Villain looked at Supervillain with all their copies, some in worse shape than others but all worried about them. One stepped close to clean up what was left of Hero but was stopped when Supervillain raised a hand.

"How many?" They asked with a melancholic look on their face. "13 dead, 5 injured. I'll eliminate the injured now." Villain turned to an injured copy, ready to end it for efficiency.

They could just replace all they lost with time and excessive calories so when a copy became injured they often just killed the copy rather than waited for it to heal.

Supervillain stopped them again, stepping close to the injured copy who had a broken arm to cradle their face.

"I'm going to take care of you. Every piece of you. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but I'm not going to loose anymore of you if I don't have to. Gather your injured and call our doctor's from downstairs. I'll deal with the mess." Supervillain ordered before turning themselves towards the mess that was left from the battle.

Villain followed their orders, sending copies to do as commanded but still leaving about 10 behind. They turned to Supervillain concerned about their well being. It was a great battle and fun to watch them take down Hero (despite the injuries sustained) but they could see Supervillain shaking.

A copy came up to Supervillain and carefully held a trembling hand as though it were glass. They were shocked when they were pulled into one of the tightest hugs of their life.

"I'm so sorry! I couldn't protect you!" Supervillain cried into Villain's shoulder. Villain hugged them back just as tightly. The other spare copies immediately ran up to Supervillain as well, massaging their head and shoulders, hugging them, and peppering them with kisses any place they could.

"It's ok! It's ok! I'm here, I'm fine! You kept me safe! I was able to keep you safe! We did wonderful Supervillain! YOU did wonderful Supervillain! I love you so much! I love how you care for all of me! Thank you for being my Supervillain!"

Supervillain kept crying in Villain's arms while the other spare copies quickly began to clean up. They knew Supervillain wanted to clean up by themselves as punishment. To convince themselves they were a failure. And Villain refused to let them spiral.

Villain was once again caught off guard when Supervillain initiated a deep passionate kiss full of need. Villain tangled their hands in Supervillain's hair and only pulled away when they were both out of breath.

"I don't want to lose you..." Supervillain choked out, voice croaky from the intense emotions they were experiencing. Villain brought their foreheads together to stare more deeply into Supervillain's eyes.

"You will never lose me. I'm too stubborn and there are too many pieces of me. I chose the name Hydra for a reason my love." Villain pulled Supervillain in for another slower more tender kiss before giving a sigh and smiling against their lips.

"Let's take the day off. We've had enough action for one day. What do you say? Can we spend 5 more minutes in bed?" Villain said with a smirk in their voice. Supervillain hugged them tighter before picking them up and walking towards the elevator.

"I'll spend the whole day in bed with you if you want!"

"How about we just sleep in a little longer then go on a date later?"

"Where do you have in mind?"

"Anywhere with you."

[the-ghostly-butterfly]

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An accumulation of Henchman's nerves, curiosity, and isolation left them reaching for the TV remote and flicking on the news; if they were supposed to stay here, they may as well figure out what's going on outside. They weren't quite sure what to expect when they flipped to the right channel. At worst, they expected a detailed account of how Hero had beaten them to a pulp the previous day, and at best a dull prediction of the weather.

What they hadn't expected was a picture of the hero's face: bruised, blood, and scared. It was such a surprise Henchman merely blinked in silence for the first few moments, utterly failing to digest any of the words coming out of the reporter's mouth. Villain had to have been the one to do it. They hadn't heard of any other villains causing Hero so much trouble, and they knew they were incapable of doing that themself. Hell, in the previous battle, they'd barely managed to land a single hit on the damn Hero.

The TV flicked off suddenly. Henchman turned around, confused, until their focus settled on Villain's face in the doorway. They held the unplugged TV cord in one hand, and a small bag in the other. "We need to speak. In my office, if you don't mind." Henchman nodded numbly, and within a blink they were sat in Villain's office again.

"Hey," Henchman said, then immediately kicked themself, but Villain's lips quirked into a small smile, and when they drew closer, Henchman couldn't help noticing how they smelled of night air and coconut-vanilla body spray, which was their second favorite perfume, but very similar to one Henchman always wore.

"Hey," Villain responded, a teasing light in their eyes as they stopped within arm's reach of Henchman. "Are you feeling alright?" They asked softly, folding their hands together behind their back after dropping the TV cord and placing the small paper bag on the bedside table.

The proximity brought a faint burning to Henchman's cheeks, which prompted them to break the silence. Sitting up straighter, they spoke with a croaky voice. "I'm sorry--"

"Wait."

The Villain's soft voice was all it took to silence the breath in Henchman's lungs and steal the rest of their words off of their tongue.

"If there is an apology in order, it is one of me to you. I believe my anger was misdirected when we spoke earlier." Villain's cheeks were pinker than usual, though Henchman wasn't completely sure they weren't imagining it. Villain cleared their throat. "I... I wasn't angry with you; just frustrated at the situation. I didn't mean to cause you panic."

Henchman wasn't imagining it; Villain was absolutely blushing. Which was good, because so were they. Met with silence, Henchman floundered for something else to say in reply. They should probably attempt their own apology again, or accept Villains, but their mouth was full of marshmallows and their tongue was made of lead until,

"Did I misread anger for anxiety?" Villain offers, and they look embarrassed with themself.

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I thought I knew them better than that. Villain knew they were making a horrible mess of the entire situation, but Right Hand made it clear on no uncertain terms that if they had to watch Villain beat around the bush with Henchman anymore they'd shave off their eyebrows in their sleep, then make them confess, which was an infinitely worse situation that Villain was doing their best not to image.

Henchman shook their head slightly, then their eyes widened a little as they shook off the silence they'd fallen into. "No, not at all. I just--I wasn't expecting you to say that. I was pretty sure you were pissed at me."

It's a herculean effort to stop the sigh of relief from swooshing out of Villain's lungs, and the burning blush they were hoping Henchman hadn't clocked faded just the slightest bit. Maybe this wasn't completely hopeless. With another slight clear of their throat (a nervous tick they'd been trying to loose since childhood), they unfolded their twitching hands and offered the bag to Henchman. A peace offering, and an apology.

Quick, sharp footsteps passed in front of the doorway, and a flash of Right Hand's silvery hair was all it took to prompt Villain into their next words, uttered so quickly their tongue tripped over itself. "I was angry at Hero because I was worried about you." They were blushing furiously, and focused their gaze to the ceiling because any eye contact with Henchman would absolutely send them sprinting out of the room to take the easy way out. Or, in Right Hand's words: The coward's way out. It was even worse knowing their right hand was most likely listening as they dug themself deeper and deeper.

"It was the whole reason I wanted Hero down in the first place; they showed an interest in you--they attempted to target you, and I'm not sure if it was to hurt me, because they knew I cared about you, or if it was of their own accord, but I put you in danger and probably encouraged you to run out and fight them."

From what they could tell, they'd stunned Henchman into silence once again, though they couldn't tell if that, coupled with the blush on their ears and cheeks, was a good thing or meant Villain was just making a fool of themself.

"I thought I'd pass out on the spot when Right Hand told me where you were, especially when I saw Hero trying to call for backup. I wasn't sure what they'd do to you if they got you in custody. I went back as soon as I could to deal with hero, but they'd already gotten reinforcements and I couldn't get more than a couple good hits in--"

Their phone buzzed on their desk and lit up with a notification from Right Hand. [Slow down]. The bastard was listening.

Villain took another steadying breath, fixing their uniform and closing their eyes for a moment, clearing their throat and running one hand through their hair, bruised knuckles still aching. Henchman's voice broke in before Villain could continue their poorly planned speech. This was supposed to go so much smoother.

"I... I'm sorry, for worrying you. I didn't realize you held that kind of concern for my safety."

Villain collapsed onto their chair, holding their head in their hands as if that could make this entire situation go away. "I'm sorry, for dumping this on you so suddenly. I just... I would hate to see you get hurt again. I really don't know what I'd do without you."

"And Medic being so weird...?"

"I wanted to make sure you took proper care of yourself while I was gone. I guess they went overboard--but you do have a tendency to neglect your own needs in favor of work, and last night was no different."

Henchman blushed a little bit, and Villain felt themselves sliding into a more relaxed cadence as the conversation eased from "confession" to "take care of yourself, you idiot".

"You're one to talk."

That knocked Villain into another bout of silence. "I'm Villain. It's my job to go out and fight heroes--and maybe sometimes with Right Hand, but you're... you're different. Even considering my other employees, you are different. If you were hurt... If you'd died last night... I don't think I would be okay without you. I... really... I really care about you." Wow, great job genious.

Henchman didn't give Villain time to fret about what their expression meant as they replied, "I don't wanna loose you either, Villain."

-- Thank you all so much for all the attention and support on this series! It means the world to me. I have so many ideas for future posts, so stay tuned! Also, I have very little idea of how romance is actually supposed to go, so any specific requests are very much appreciated.

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"Do you have ay idea how much of a threat hero truly is? How badly you could've been hurt?"

Henchman hesitated once again, but their wince of pain when Villain held their face and drew their eyes to theirs was enough of an answer to soften Villain's gaze. They heaved a sigh, gently releasing Henchman's face.

"What did Medic say--Never mind. i'll go speak with them myself. Don't move."

henchman followed orders, spending their remaining time pondering Villain's actions. The softness of their grip and the tone of their voice, most strangely of all the soft concern with which Villain watched their face. They'd even brought them directly to the infirmary as opposed to their office, and as it turns out had asked Medic not to let them leave until their injuries were documented and treated.

Time managed to pass agonizingly slow and all too fast at the same time, before Henchman heard Villain's quick footsteps beating a staccato rhythm at the door.

...

Henchman's face was pale and laced with an all too familiar taste of fear. Despite the ease of their actions and coolness of their voice (practically a confession, by the way) their intentions hadn't gotten through Henchman's head.

Unfortunate, but a conversation for another time, one much more private and much more comfortable for Henchman.

"It seems you have a much better idea of the threat hero poses now than I thought you did. Fortunately for you, I have some errands I have to run, so here's what's going to happen,"

Villain's hands are twitching at their sides already, so they fold them behind their back to keep the movements from henchman. Villain's sure they noticed, but the wariness on their face keeps them from asking questions. They wouldn't want to know anyway.

"I'm going to take you back to the infirmary, where you will be treated further. I've already spoken with them about the procedure I expect them to follow, so know that I expect you to cooperate with them."

Villain had spoken to Right Hand while Henchman was in the infirmary, ironing out the next steps: Hero's death and Henchman's recover at the top of the list.

They’d wanted to stop, to look at each of Henchman’s injuries individually and see to it that each had been treated and dressed. They wanted to ask if Henchman was in any pain, if they were scared of Villain or remembering their fight with Hero, what could have possibly possessed them to get into a fight with them in the first place.

They were exhausted. They transported Henchman back to the infirmary, giving Medic one sharp look to remind them of their prior conversation. Henchman was to receive treatment for every cut and bruise regardless of if Medic thought it necessary or not.

Then Villain left, if nothing else then to make sure they didn’t do something stupid.make sure they didn’t say something they shouldn’t. It was difficult enough to keep reminding themselves that taking care Henchman’s injuries would only serve to confuse and worry them further. They didn’t need more on their plate.

But how they wish they could.

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Short one today, next part hopefully tomorrow or the next day. Thank you all so so so much for the notes and kind words!!

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[the-ghostly-butterfly]

Please, pleassee continue Snippet 1/1.5

I genuinely love it so much 😭😅 (ofc it’s completely fine if you don’t 🫶)

P.s Right hand and Medic are r #1 wingmen

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There was a moment of silence after the admission, as if neither of them could believe the words that'd slipped out of their mouths. Words long, long overdue. A moment of silence was all the two were allowed before a rumbling shook the ground.

The dreamy, faraway expression of shock and disbelief and relief slid of Villain's face in favor of one much more wary. Right Hand entered the room seconds later, chest heaving and out of breath.

"Hero League is at the door."

Villain's brows furrowed. "Which ones?"

"No--like, Hero League. All of them."

Villain's expression locked down. "Tell Guard to keep an eye on Henchman and meet me out by the front gate. Henchman," Villain turned their eyes to the wide-eyed individual beside them, still processing Right Hand's first words. "Stay here and don't do anything stupid."

Without another word, the two rushed off out of Villain's office. Henchman figured better than to follow them, especially when Guard entered the room moments later using an ID card, meaning most of the doors had locked and Headquarters was under lockdown. Henchman heard only faint murmuring above them. Villain's office was situated in the lower level of Headquarters, below ground, as were other important meeting rooms and the location of any records with confidential information.

The front gate, obviously above ground, was situated very close to Villain's office, just on the floor above. Even so, for Henchman to hear anything other than very faint footsteps, meant something was going on.

"I know that look in your eyes, Henchman," Guard warned, "and even if you think you're getting Villain out of trouble with whatever plan you're thinking of, you're only going to make them worry."

"I wasn't going to do anything." Not a complete lie. Guard caught them before they could really form a plan that consisted of something other than pry open the door, make a run for it, and just start swinging.

The two glared at each other until an explosion from above rocked the chandelier hanging above Villain's desk, nearly sending it crashing into the polished wood. Henchman stumbled away from the center of the room and nearly bumped into Guard in their haste, their heart skipping a few beats as they heard yelling coming from upstairs.

They two only had seconds before the door exploded towards them, backed by a flash of fire and heavy smoke. Henchman's head was spinning, hit hard by the front of Guard's armor. Guard rested one arm protectively over Henchman, but from their incoherent mumbling it became all too clear Henchman couldn't rely on them for much more.

Their head was ringing, pressure and a high whining in their ears as their eyes darted from side to side. They remained still for the next couple seconds, scrambling for another plan as more shouts and screams came from the hallway.

Henchman began to scoot away from the door, weak and disoriented as they were. "Henchman!"

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