Sanders Sides: Roman, Virgil
Blurb: After being defeated in battle, the last thing Roman expects is to have a soaking wet hero show up at his doorstep.
Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Superhero!AU
Inspiration: This Post by @messythoughtsandscribbledplots
Overall Fic Warnings: Blood, Injuries, Drugging (mentioned), Negative Self Talk, Threats of Violence, Death Talk
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Roman had made his mother’s special soup over a thousand times. To the point where he could do it on pure muscle memory–a feat he discovered after a particularly unrememberable encounter with one of Brainiac’s mind ray beams that he didn’t want to experience ever again.
Still. Being able to feed himself with his mother’s soup even when his mind was completely blank of conscious thought was a good survival instinct to know he had…despite the circumstances.
His master chefs had needed to take over the making of the soup halfway through after Roman had nearly sliced open his finger for the second time while dicing the onions because he wasn’t focused on the task at hand.
Now though, with the main preparation done, he’d sent them back to their slumber, leaving him alone to stir the soup on the stove while keeping an eye on the pot of hot chocolate simmering nearby. At least he hadn’t managed to burn either one…yet.
He supposed he could be granted a pass for being distracted though.
It wasn’t everyday he, a supervillain, had one of his nemesis’ over for a…well Roman had said kidnapping, but honestly, it was hardly that considering he’d left the kid alone to clean himself up without locking the door or even tying him up.
Roman exhaled, forcing his tense shoulders to relax as he reached up with one hand to check that his mask was still on.
Not that he’d let it or the crown he still wore to vanish. But he had to make sure.
Because he had a hero in his house.
He had a HERO in his House.
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