What would it be like if the situation of SJ Eclipse and vigilante Y/N were reversed? Reversed in the sense that it was Y/N obsessed with Eclipse while he constantly dodged her, I can see Eclipse becoming very unstable and paranoid in a way that is not healthy for him with the constant persecution and surveillance, which would be intense, since a mafia boss is not easy to deal with, so Y/N's efforts would be intense and suffocating so that Eclipse would not slip through his fingers.
That's such a twist on the role reversal! The vigilante being simply obsessed with the mafia boss and refusing to let him out of their sights would be a bit of a nuance for Eclipse at first. He'd just simply order a hit and wait for his goons to bring back evidence of them sleeping with the fishes, but then his goons never come back. And then the vigilante is in his hide out, smiling that devil-may-care smile. How did they get in here? Oh, wouldn't he love to know that. He's not above getting his hands dirty, but they slip away again, and he's left to continue his business with a creeping suspicion that has him looking over his shoulder. How ridiculous. He has nothing to fear.
But then the vigilante finds his other hide out, and they're perched on the couch like they've lived here all their life. Eclipse wants their head on a silver platter. He wants their intrusion out of his affairs. But they keep sweetly finding him, asking why he's put up more patrols of his goons, and isn't this fun?
Then, at Balloon World, he's already on edge when he walks into his usual private room only to see all of his accomplices and goons slaughtered around the poker table, and a vigilante sitting at the head, twirling one of his cigars around in their hand like party-trick. Isn't he surprised? It's meant to be one. Did he really think they wouldn't find this little haunt too?
His gun is drawn, and it's pointed directly at their head, and the magazine is full. He could finish it all right now, but they click their tongue at him. Is this any way to treat his sweetheart? How rude. He asks—demands to know what they want.
But the vigilante just smiles, as if he's playing this coy little game with them.
It's pretty obvious, angel eyes, isn't it? Think about it. What a team the both of you could make, a duo of vigilantes against the whole city. But first, they've got to break him out of this nasty little gang he's got holding him down, then the real fun will start.
Eclipse is stunned, not knowing where this lone human has the brass to speak to him like this, but he's going to rip them apart for disturbing his work. That will be his answer. Do they understand? He's going to make them disappear, each and every tiny little piece of them.
But the vigilante laughs, they coo at him, and it makes something within him roar in fiery fury. And it's as if he's just a daycare attendant again, at the whims of a human who's having a fine day dictating his life.
He pulls the trigger. The vigilante shoots back, the light is shot out, and before his optics can shift to the lower levels of light, they're gone.
Eclipse stands, his systems whirling like a banshee screech.
As someone who has read the original fic (and assuredly as someone who hadn't), I can confirm that you're packing literary heat with this one.
