heyy shawty shawty shawty! so i was reading some of ur old work and i got inspired and i was wondering if u could right something about a insomniac hero and a villain that has sleep/dream powers? thank u for ur work🫡🫡
“What are you doing?” the villain asked carefully, studying the hero.
“Is it normal for you to enter a building through a window?” the hero asked back and despite the villain’s intrusion, they didn’t even look up from their work. Staring at their computer, clicking on something, scrolling down and then scribbling on their paper — it was past 12 and the hero was certainly not getting ready for bed.
Truth be told, the villain had been asked to investigate this behaviour. Please, the hero’s sidekick had begged. You’re the only one who can help them.
Why they’d listened to the kid was a mystery to them. Maybe because they were the villain’s sidekick’s friend. Maybe because they were worried about their mentor. It reminded the villain of their past and how they had failed to act when their own mentor had needed them.
“I prefer windows,” the villain said. “Like the adventure.”
“Criminal,” the hero accused and clicked through a few documents.
“You have a nice office. Could steal some of this stuff.” They lifted a golden statue of…something from its place and turned it in their hands. “If I smack your name onto it, I’ll get a respectable sum.”
“Go ahead,” the hero mumbled, not heeding them. It was insulting how they ignored their nemesis. Sighing, the villain put the object of their desire back. This was no fun. They hadn’t seen the hero in a long, painful time and when they did, their enemy was busy with someone else.
God, the villain didn’t know they were capable of jealousy.
“Watcha up to?”
“Work.”
“I hear you get up at 4 in the morning,” the villain said. They slowly walked towards the hero, one calculated step after the other, as if they were afraid to scare a jumpy animal.
The hero snorted. “Get up at 4. Sure.”
“Wrong?” The villain walked around the desk, catching a glimpse of statistics and documents that bored them to death by just looking at them. What an actual crime to work through this.
“Yeah…” the hero said as they clicked onto a statistic that showed the crime rates of the city in comparison.
“Are those documents saved? With the work you’ve done?” the villain asked.
“Yes. What do you—”
Without a second thought, the villain turned off the computer with their shoe, making the whole system and display shut down with a content sound. However, when the hero turned around in their chair, the villain would’ve loved to jump out of the window again.
“You,“ they said.
“You need sleep.”
“You,” the hero repeated.
“Love.” The villain pushed a streak of hair out of the hero’s face and tugged it behind their ear, smiling softly. “You can’t sleep, can you?”
The hero looked back at the computer, clenching fists relaxing in their lap.
“You need to give yourself a break,” the villain said. Their index finger followed an invisible line down the hero’s throat, lost in the proximity and the possibility of being this close. The hero was so vulnerable like this. “Your sidekick was basically on their knees, asking me to make you rest. I’ve never used my powers on you.”
“I am fine,” the hero said. “I’m perfectly fine. I’m amazingly well.”
“You’re not fighting me anymore,” the villain said and as the words dropped out of their mouth, they wished they hadn’t. It was a glimpse of their true feelings, even though they didn’t think the hero could decipher those right now.
“I have a lot going on right now, okay?”
“Oh, my sweet nemesis.” They took the hero’s hands and ordered them to stand which— shaky at first — turned out pretty well. “You’ll be okay.”
“I didn’t expect this job to be…this time consuming,” the hero said. “I’ve dedicated half my life to this.”
“You can’t sacrifice your health like this.”
“But it’s saving others. Responsibility. You know how it goes.”
“Fuck responsibility,” the villain whispered. “Fuck the city. You’re killing yourself and I cannot stand aside and watch.”
The hero smiled tiredly. “Sounds like you care.”
“God, you’re delusional. You really have to sleep.”
The hero leaned their head against the villain’s chest. The smile hadn’t died yet and for a moment, the villain feared they weren’t going to say anything.
“Okay,” they said, taking the villain’s hand. “Please help me.”
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