The detective allowed themself tense shoulders and whitened knuckles, if only to properly play the game.
Body language could make and break this meeting, and they needed to be a collection of fearful memories on display for the villain, an offering, appeasement, something else here and there.
If anyone other than the villain noticed the act, they were obviously choosing not to say something, going about their individual days, drinking coffee and politely nibbling on microwaved pastries.
But those people didnât matter, not when there was something else much more pressing at the table.
âThis seems a tadâŠâ The villain sitting across from the appeasing detective took their time looking for the word. âincompatible.â
The detective only spared a sweeping glance at the rest of the cafe. âFor you or for me?â
Chuckling, the villain raised their coffee cup to their lips. âTricky, tricky, tricky. Always is with you.â They took an appreciative sip, eyes never leaving the detective. âWhat is this act youâre putting on? Itâs good, believable, but not enough of a constant for me to place any value in it. I donât appreciate attempts at flattery.â
The first thought was to argue, because why wouldnât it be? The detective was a professional, their job was to unearth, discover, and find the final truth, the one answer.
Sitting in front of an anthropomorphized file of contradictions with the ability to lie, could, arguably, make the detective jumpy, twitching to argue and argue and argue until that final truth was revealed.
âMaybe itâs not an act.â The detective finally said, not exactly an argument, but a halfway concession, relaxing their muscles, loosening the vice grip on their coffee. âMaybe Iâm scared.â
The villain offered a closed lip smile, one motion away from baring their teeth.
âI donât so much mind you, my dear detective friend.â
âI donât care for flattery, either.â The detective said.
âGood thing it wasnât flattery. You would notice if I were to compliment you.â The villain watched them, particularly their relaxed hands.
The detective managed to rid the urge to move their hands then and there, stayed completely still even as the chill creeped up their spin.
âNo, no, not flattery.â The villain continued. âMerely acknowledging the truth. We have a good deal going for each other.â They leaned forward. âWhich is why this meeting worries me, why I was unconvinced of your taut facade, your attempts of appeasement.â
The detective straightened, knowing well enough that the villain was mocking their strategy.
âYou were hoping toâŠwhat? Beg for some sort of help?â
âAsk for something, then?â
The detective stayed silent, looking away as the villain stared them down, goading them on in their silent way.
The two did have a good deal going on, and if the detective was wrong, this could ruin that.
But they werenât wrong.
âThere have been whispers, Villain.â
âThere tend to be, yes, old friend.â
âAbout something, someone, coming.â If the villain wanted to respond, the detective wasnât going to give them a chance. âNow, you know me, you know us, our usual deal. I play both sides of the fence, just barely. Lately, during some of my data tracking for the heroes, Iâve noticed a disturbing pattern.â
âIâve been forced to wonder something, I have a question for you. All I need is a simple yes or no-â
âGoing to stop you there.â The villain set down their cup, fixing the detective with a colder, less amicable gaze. âI do know our usual deal, which is why Iâm insulted now. You wanted information, pertinent, valuable information about something disturbing, and you were hoping to bargain with your fear?â
Their eyes widened, the table under their fist began to crack.
The detective couldnât hide any body language from that, flinching at the tone of voice, tones, that the villain had - a million low voices all merging into one, horrific growl that sent shivers wracking up the detectiveâs spine, hurting their very bones.
âMy guilt!â The detective spat out, ignoring the building bone nausea. âIt wasnât fear. Youâre right. Iâm not scared, not yet, but Iâm guilty, and I will be terrified depending on your answer. If this ends up a yes, then Iâm prepared to offer you something that I cannot take back, Villain. Iâll trade in something terrible for the rest of us, if it means I have the smallest chance to prepare.â
Those wide eyes narrowed, but the cracking table at least stopped, and the million low voices returned to one.
âTricky, tricky, trick.â The villain relaxed into their chair, amused now. âIâll decide if itâs worth answering, Detective. Seem fair? Ask your silly yes or no question.â
Another sweep around the coffee shop, everything going according to how the detective had set up.
âNormally, your type gets quiet, goes under radar before a bigger stunt is pulled. I keep track, alert the proper channels, make sure not too many civvies are in a particular high risk zone at a given day. Some contacts in other big cities have reached out, said itâs been too quiet, everyoneâs been too quiet.â
The villainâs amusement had already been fanned like a flame, crossing their arms and watching the detective lay it out for them as if it was some soap opera.
âIâll spare you too many details, but I have reason to believe something big is being planned for here.â They held up a hand, watching the villainâs eyebrow quirk up. âI just need to know, yes or no, is this happening? Is my home going to be razed down for a personal vendetta? A final heroes vs. villains?â
The villain looked the detective up and down.
âIf you knew the answer to that, what would you do?â
âLet you and yours duke it out with the heroes. Take the place if you want, itâs only a place, but Iâd like to minimize civvy death count, Villain. Iâd get in touch with those channels and start mass evacuation. Iâd start it now.â
âAnd now the fun part.â They leaned in again. âWhat could you offer me in exchange for this answer? What could bring you of all people to guilt? You, whom I almost respect?â
The detective swallowed, and placed their bag on the table, letting the villain take a look inside.
Body language would make or break this.
âPower dampening cuffs. A prototype. I canât guarantee they work. But Iâm sure if you and yours worked together, you could figure something out.â
For the first time, the villain seemed surprised, hardly giving the prototype cuffs another glance.
âI canât guarantee they work.â The detective repeated. âBut in this squabble of yours that may or may not be coming up, you could use these, and they would help, I know they would.â
âHm. And youâll let me walk out with these and the current schematics if I answer you? What if I lie? You make the wrong call, and I still have these. Maybe I will lie, maybe I want to see you be horribly wrong at such a cost.â
âYou donât.â The detective wasnât wrong. They werenât.
âIt would be no fun for you. You couldnât almost respect me if this was the end of our partnership, my too easy failure.â
There was so much the detective was betting on, and knowing the villain was one of them.
The villain was a villain through and through, conniving, powerful, selfish, dangerous. And sometimes, those traits, the selfishness, carried into these little deals of theirs.
No, the villain wouldnât want this to end without a bang. The villain would want to string along the detective until there was no more use of them.
âIn a way,â The villain said, standing and grabbing the bag. âYouâre right. It would be no fun. I donât just want these, though. I want something else.â
âAnswer the question, Iâll see what else I can do.â
The villain stared down at the detective for a long time. A minute. Two. Three. Or maybe it was only three seconds, stretched out into the fraying ends of a perfectly planned meeting.
âYes.â The villain finally said. âThe answer is yes, something is coming.â
The detective stood, not too quickly. âThank you. I appreciate that. What do you want? Codes to inaccessible areas? You can have them as soon as-â
Reaching across, the villain grasped the detectiveâs shoulder. âThe ramifications of razing this city down, as you so put, were lost on me. How could you and I keep this up if youâre running off, evacuating with the other saps?â They watched how the detectiveâs eyes flitted to the villainâs hand. âWhat I want, Detective, is to keep having fun.â
âVillain, thereâs not much you or I can do to continue this deal of ours if thereâs all out super war-â
âYou play for heroes and villains, or, excuse me, just barely.â Their hand tightened on the detectiveâs shoulder. âLetâs see what sort of fun we can have with that.â
Before the detective could open their mouth, the villain smiled, and the two disappeared.