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Aug 9, 2025

Kiss it better | Gazerbeam x Gn! reader x Gamma Jack

Summary: You’ve been working as a hero doctor ever since the NSA discovered your unique healing ability. The job pays well, but you wonder if it's worth it when the trigger to your power is a little… strange.

Author's note: First long fic! I'm ngl, I was tempted to quit since this was such a pain to edit and revise, but I finished it for you guys 🤗 Hope you enjoy! I also posted this on ao3 so if you prefer to read there, it's in the Gamma Jack/reader tag

Warnings: Suggestive

Word count: 4576

Gazerbeam sits on an examination table in your office, dressed in casual clothes, with his hands resting in his lap as you check his ankle.

He had sprained it during a mission, and the ache was impossible to ignore. Normally, Gazerbeam avoided seeking your help, preferring to let his body heal on its own. But when an injury threatened to hinder his performance—like this one did—he was willing to make an exception.

“It doesn't look too bad,” you murmur, studying the joint carefully. “Shouldn't be hard for me to heal at all.”

“That’s a relief,” Gazerbeam exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing. “There's plenty of work that needs to be done. I can’t afford to dawdle.”

You purse your lips at that. He could definitely afford to take a break from work occasionally, but you know he wouldn’t allow himself to rest if he felt like he could assist in some way. His selflessness honestly leaves you in awe sometimes.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t immediately go back to work after this, but I can't stop you,” you admit with a resigned sigh.

You’ve known Gazerbeam long enough to realize that dissuading him is an impossible task. There’s no point in trying to convince a man as stubborn as he is.

Instead of replying, Gazerbeam watches as you check his injury. When his gaze lingers for too long, he looks away.

“I'm sorry for troubling you with this,” he says at last, his voice low and distant. “I know you're probably very busy…”

“Don’t be silly,” you chide gently. “My job is to keep you guys in top condition. I’ll always be ready to help out whenever I can.” Then, softer, “You’re my friend, Simon. I’ll never be too busy for you.”

Gazerbeam’s shoulders drop further, his posture loosening at your reassurance. Despite the dull timbre of his voice, his emotions are written clearly across his face.

“I appreciate that,” he mumbles, glancing back at you. His eyes are filled with such a genuine fondness that it makes your heart flutter.

A sheepish smile creeps onto your face. “Well, you know how my powers work, so this might be a little awkward.”

A faint half-smile tugs at Gazerbeam’s lips. “Yes, I'm well aware of how your powers operate. It’s a unique gift, and I respect your professionalism, especially considering how unusual the trigger is.”

That makes you feel slightly better. “Thank you. That means a lot to me,” you say, sincerity softening your voice.

The faint hum of the air conditioner fills the room as you mentally prepare yourself to heal him. You always end up feeling a little embarrassed before using your power. It’s amazing, sure, but you sometimes wish it had a more conventional trigger—preferably one that doesn’t involve you kissing your patients.

After a moment, Gazerbeam speaks up again, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go ahead. Do whatever you need to do.”

You nod, feeling a little anxious. This is the first time Simon will see your power in action. You really hope he won’t be put off by it.

Taking a deep breath, you move closer to his sprained ankle, dropping to one knee. Settling comfortably between his legs to get a better look, you notice the slight tension in his muscles as you near. It’s subtle, but enough to make your cheeks warm.

Pay attention, you scold yourself. He’s injured. Don’t ogle him.

Tentatively, you reach out and carefully run your fingers over his ankle before taking a hold of it.

He tenses a little, jaw tightening just enough to notice. He’s clearly trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt—but the flicker of discomfort on his face and the subtle twitch of his hand give him away.

To help him, you already know what you need to do. Looking up at him, you silently ask for permission one last time. Once he gives a small nod, you lean forward and gently press your lips against his swollen ankle.

Even though Gazerbeam knows what to expect, he still jolts—not expecting the rush of warmth that spreads through his body when you use your power. A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks and he draws in a sharp breath.

You let your power work its magic, a soft glow emanating from your lips as you channel your energy into him. The swelling in his ankle begins to gradually subside, the inflammation fading as the tissues repair themselves.

As you lift your head, you notice the tightness in Simon’s expression has eased, and the discomfort clouding his eyes has begun to fade. You carefully set his ankle down, testing its mobility to make sure the injury is fully healed.

Gazerbeam takes a moment to collect himself, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath. “That, uh... that was quite nice. A relief really. It feels like I never sprained it at all.” His gaze flickers toward you, then darts away almost immediately. “Thank you.”

You gently set his foot down, feeling a flicker of satisfaction at the sight of him more relaxed. “You’re welcome,” you say warmly as you get up from your knees. “Try to take it easy for the rest of the day, okay? I don’t mind healing you, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t get hurt.”

He pushes himself to his feet, rolling his ankle in a slow circle to test the repaired joint. As expected, the pain and swelling that plagued him earlier is completely gone.

The corners of his lips lift into a small, sincere smile. It's moments like this when you're reminded of how handsome he is.

“I'll try,” he says, his tone softer than usual. “But I can't make any promises.”

You roll your eyes at his last comment, knowing that he’s not lying. He can’t promise that he’ll take it easy—because honestly, it’s just not something likely to happen.

He's always pushing himself. It's admirable of course, but it worries you sometimes. You're always concerned that he'll push himself too far and end up getting seriously hurt.

You're pulled away from your thoughts when you notice a splotch of red on the far side of his left cheek. How did you not see that before?

Without thinking, you reach out and gently turn his head to look at his cheek, worry etched on your face. “Hold still.”

He’s a bit taken aback but stays still, obliging without protest. You get a better look at the red mark on his cheek—a faint bruise, probably from a fight during his mission.

You tut softly, lightly touching the skin near the bruise with your fingers. “You didn’t tell me you got hurt here too.”

“It wasn't anything serious, so I didn't find it necessary to mention,” he admits.

Your brows furrow. If you don't treat it now, it'll only get worse with time. Sure, you could let him heal on his own, but knowing you can help and choosing not to? It doesn't sit right with you.

Before you can stop yourself, the words slip out: “Want me to take care of it?”

It takes you a moment to process what you said. If you were to heal his cheek, you’d have to kiss him there. You’re not sure if he’d even be comfortable with that.

Your cheeks warm. Not that you mind kissing him, but his comfort comes first. You hope he doesn't think you're weird for asking.

Gazerbeam hesitates. Part of him wants to refuse, not wanting to trouble you with something as small as a bruise. But when he sees the concern in your eyes, he can't bring himself to say no. “Alright,” he says, his voice quieter than before.

His response eases your doubt, though a flicker of anxiety still gnaws at you. “Okay,” you say, doing your best to sound calm. “Could you lean down a little? You're a bit too tall for me to reach your cheek.”

He complies, lowering his head slightly so that he's at a comfortable height for you. “Like this?”

This flusters you more than you'd like to admit, the heat in your face worsening as the space between you shrinks. You force yourself to tune out the sudden pounding of your heart against your ribs.

“Perfect,” you say, your voice a bit shaky. “Now just stay still, okay?”

He nods and averts his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening.

You take a slow, steady breath, trying to calm your racing heart. It's just a quick kiss, you remind yourself. You're just healing him. There's nothing more to it.

But then why does it feel like there is more to it? Why are you suddenly more aware of his presence, of the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers as you cup his face, of the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes? You shake off your thoughts, refocusing on the task at hand.

You close the distance, gently pressing your lips to the bruise on his cheek.

As soon as your lips touch his skin, the familiar tingle of your power spreads across his cheek, healing the injury. His breath hitches ever so slightly. You wouldn't have noticed if you weren't so close.

You try to ignore the warmth spreading through you as your lips linger on his cheek for a moment longer before you pull away, breaking the contact. Taking a small step back, you give him a nervous smile. “There. All healed.”

He touches the spot where you kissed him, his fingers trailing over the now-healed skin. It's unmarked, the redness having completely faded.

“That… that feels much better,” he says, looking a little dazed.

It's a small thing, but seeing how affected he was from the kiss steadies your nerves. At least it's not just you feeling like this.

“Good,” you manage to utter. “I'm glad that helped.”

There's an awkward silence after that, neither one of you knowing what to say. You find yourself studying his face, noticing little details that you hadn't paid attention to before. Was he always this attractive?

“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat. “I should get going. I still need to file a report on my last mission.”

“Right, yeah," you say, forcing a casual tone despite the twinge of disappointment you feel. You didn't want him to leave just yet, but you can't exactly say that aloud.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” You offer a small smile. “And if you do get hurt again, don't hesitate to come to me.”

Gazerbeam returns your smile warmly. “Of course.” He takes a step towards the door but then pauses. “Truly, thank you. The work you do is very admirable.”

“You're welcome,” you beam, hoping you don’t sound too eager. “It's what I'm here for.”

He nods, looking like he wants to say something more, but ultimately decides against it. He gives you one last smile before opening the door and leaving your office.

Once the door closes, you collapse into your chair, letting out a deep sigh. What was that about? Why did healing him feel so… intimate?

With Gazerbeam gone, you're left in the quiet of your office, your thoughts swirling in your head. You can't help but replay the last few moments in your mind, the memory of his skin against your lips and the way he looked at you. It was probably nothing, right? You're just feeling lonely, that’s all.

You shake your head, trying to clear your mind. You can't afford to get distracted like this—you have a job to do. And so, you prepare for your next patient.

—

Gamma Jack had just returned from a mission, brooding over the fact that the supervillain he fought had actually managed to land a hit. His lip was split from the punch—courtesy of the villain’s ring, which had caught him square in the face.

He might have gone a bit overboard with how slow and painful their death was, but at the time, he was just too angry. Oh well. In the end, he did the world a favor by getting rid of them. One less supervillain to worry about.

He raises his hand, fingertips hovering just above the cut on his lip. The second they make contact, he lets out a sharp hiss.

Yeah. He doesn’t regret killing that supervillain at all, especially since they marred his face. It’s frustrating that he’ll have to wait for the cut on his lip to heal—it’s throwing off his otherwise handsome features.

Then, out of nowhere, he thinks of you. You’re a nurse… or maybe a doctor? He can’t quite remember. All he knows is that you could be the solution to his problem.

Since he’s at headquarters anyway, he figures it’s worth paying you a visit.

Gamma Jack strolls down the long hallway toward your office, humming to himself. His mind drifts to how good you look in that lab coat you always wear. He’s sure that whatever is underneath it is even better.

As he nears the end of the hall, he catches sight of Gazerbeam just as he’s leaving. His face is oddly flushed for someone coming from the nurse’s office.

“Finished getting some good ol' lovin' from our nurse?” Gamma Jack calls out with a playful grin.

Gazerbeam flinches, caught completely off guard by Jack’s sudden appearance, but he quickly regains his composure.

“Doctor,” he corrects smoothly. “And no, nothing of the sort. Just the standard procedure.”

If Gamma Jack didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed Simon was just being his usual rigid self.

But unfortunately for him, Jack has sharp eyes. He noticed the red tint on Simon’s ears and neck almost immediately.

Huh.

So Simon has a thing for you. Why else would he be that red?

“You sure? You’re looking pretty flustered for someone who just got standard medical care,” Gamma Jack teases.

Gazerbeam adjusts his glasses even though they were already set correctly. “I’m perfectly fine. You should be more worried about yourself,” he says, nodding toward Jack’s face. “That looks like it hurts.”

Great, another reminder about his split lip.

“Ah, that? Just a little souvenir from a fight.” Gamma Jack shrugs off the concern. “I would say you should see the other guy, but… you know.”

“I suppose there’s no need to ask if you won, then,” Gazerbeam raises a brow.

He smirks. “Damn right. I always win.”

Gazerbeam shakes his head with a sigh. “Well, I have somewhere to be, so I’ve got to go. Goodbye, Jack. Make sure to get that cut treated. Wounds like that tend to get infected rather easily.”

Gamma Jack gives a casual two-finger salute as Gazerbeam walks away.

Once he disappears from view, Jack lets out a quiet chuckle. Simon has no idea just how obvious his crush is.

It’s a shame they both have eyes for the same person. He would’ve been the best wingman if Simon liked anyone other than you.

But that’s fine. Jack doesn’t mind a little competition between friends. It makes things more interesting after all.

He continues walking, eventually reaching your office. Instead of knocking, he decides to make a grand entrance.

—

The door flies open, slamming into the wall with a loud bang. You jerk in surprise, your pen and clipboard slipping from your hands and clattering onto the desk. You’re about to snap at whoever just barged in when you catch a glimpse of blonde hair and a familiar blue-and-yellow super suit.

Wait… Jack?

You’ve interacted with him a handful of times before, but it was mostly just him flirting while you shut him down. You’re not even sure he knows your name, let alone what your powers are; he certainly didn’t seem to be paying attention when you were first introduced, more focused on your looks than anything else.

Despite how annoyed you are with his entrance, you can't help but stare at him. He's a sight to behold: the way his suit clings to his muscular body, the confident smirk on his face, and those blue eyes that seem to pierce right through you—okay, enough of that.

You wonder why he’s visiting you, since he’s never done so in all your years working as a hero doctor. From what you can tell, he looks perfectly fine, aside from the cut on his lip.

He scrutinizes everything in your office as he saunters in, closing the door behind him with a kick of his foot. Once his eyes land on you, he flashes a charming smile. “Nice place you got here. But I personally think the view is better.”

He doesn’t even spare a glance at your window.

You sigh. You’re already exhausted, and the real work hasn’t even started yet.

You gesture to the examination table in the corner of the room, motioning for him to take a seat. “Cut the flirting, Jack. What do you want?” you ask, trying to keep your tone professional but failing to hide the slight exasperation in your voice.

He strides over to the exam table, casually swinging his cape over his shoulder as he sits down. He doesn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable, leaning back and spreading his legs wide, one ankle resting on the opposite knee.

“Straight to business, huh? I thought you’d at least have given me a ‘hello’ first, sweetheart.” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. You’ve come to expect his overly confident, flirty demeanor by now—it’s a constant in every exchange you have with him. The man has ego for days, and it’s borderline intolerable. Still, something about him is magnetic, though you’d never admit that out loud.

You grab your pen and clipboard from your desk and make your way over, standing in front of the exam table and preparing to get started.

“So,” you begin, trying to sound as detached as possible, “what brings you to my office today?”

Gamma Jack releases a puff of air, amused by your attitude.

“You sure don’t waste any time,” he says with a crooked grin, tapping his split lip, caked with dried blood. “I need you to patch this up for me. Had a little run-in with a supervillain earlier—got me with a cheap shot. I’d rather not walk around with a scar ruining my good looks.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again. Typical. Of course his main concern is his appearance, not the injury.

Leaning in, you tilt his chin up with your hand to get a closer look at the cut. He lets out a chuckle, clearly enjoying the attention.

“You know,” he says, voice dipping into a husky tone, “You’ve got really nice hands.”

Heat rises to your cheeks. “Shut up.”

“What? I’m just stating a fact,” he retorts, grinning.

This is what you dislike most about him—his shameless, relentless flirting. You wonder if he even means half the things he says, or if it’s all just empty words thrown out without a second thought, meant only to charm and lower your guard.

You choose to ignore his comment and examine the wound on his lip, assessing the damage. The cut isn’t too deep, but it still needs cleaning. Releasing his chin, you reach over to the nearby drawer and pull out some cotton balls and antiseptic.

“This may sting a little,” you warn, dabbing a cotton ball in antiseptic and bringing it to the wound.

Gamma Jack winces as the antiseptic makes contact with his torn lip. “No kidding. That stings like a—ow!”

You smile at the look he shoots you, knowing it’s from the extra pressure you applied. “Oh, tough guy like you can’t handle a little pain?” you tease.

He narrows his eyes at the jab. “I can handle the pain just fine. I just wasn’t expecting such rough treatment from you, doc.”

You scoff but keep working, your touch careful as you clean the injury. Gamma Jack remains still, his eyes locked on you, studying every precise movement. The intensity of his gaze gets under your skin, and you seriously consider smacking your hand over his eyes to make him stop staring.

When you finish, you take a step back, scanning him once more to make sure you haven’t missed anything. The cut on his lip is clean now, leaving only a faint line where it split.

“All done,” you say, gathering the scattered supplies and tucking them away. “You’re good to go now. See ya, Jack.”

Despite your care, Gamma Jack doesn’t look relieved or thankful. In fact, there’s a hint of annoyance in his expression—a slight furrow in his brow, like he’s more irritated than anything else.

Weird, but whatever. His feelings aren’t your problem. As long as he’s physically okay, that’s all that matters to you.

You turn away to jot down some notes, assuming he’d leave now that he was no longer in any need of treatment. The scratch of your pen against paper fills the otherwise quiet room as you focus on your task.

It stays that way for a while—until Gamma Jack clears his throat.

“That’s it?”

You glance over your shoulder. “Excuse me?”

“That’s it?” he repeats, gesturing to his lips. “No special kiss?”

Your jaw drops. Special kiss!?

Left speechless by his words, it takes you a moment to answer him. “What in the world are you talking about?”

You’re almost certain Jack has lost his mind when he simply grins at you, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“C’mon, don’t play coy.” He tilts his head. “You know exactly what I’m takin’ about.”

“I don’t.” You do, but you can’t believe he’s actually asking for a kiss. You were so sure he had no clue how your power worked. Of course this is one of the things he remembers about you.

Gamma Jack smirks, raising a brow. “Oh really? Not a clue?”

You resist the urge to slap him. Seriously, is he this shameless?

Not that it’s surprising. With the number of people who fawn over him, it’s no wonder he’s like this.

“You’re unbelievable,” you huff. “I’m not kissing you.”

At your refusal, Gamma Jack groans and flops back on the exam table, dramatically posing like a dying Victorian woman.

The sight is so ridiculous you have to bite back a laugh. He looks so damn silly.

“Why not?” he practically whines.

“Uh, because it’s unprofessional? I’m your doctor. I don’t go around kissing my patients.” You pause, then add, “Not like that, at least.”

Gamma Jack shoots you a skeptical look. “Then why did Gazerbeam look so flustered coming out of your office, huh?”

“What?” You sputter, caught completely off guard.

He sits up, leaning back on his hands. You don’t fail to notice how his arms flex with the movement.

“Oh c’mon, don’t look so shocked. I’ve got eyes, y’know. I saw the way he was all red-faced. Couldn’t even look me in the eye when he passed by. Well, not that he usually does, but you get what I mean.”

You avoid his gaze. “Maybe he had a fever.”

Simon’s face did feel pretty hot when you kissed him. You refuse to believe anything other than that… yeah. (You’re in denial)

Gamma Jack snorts. “A fever? Yeah, probably one for you. He was as red as a beet. That doesn’t happen to a guy unless he gets something real good.”

Your face burns at the insinuation. “Shut up. It’s none of your business what happened with him.”

He laughs and raises his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t get all huffy with me, babe. I’m just sayin’.”

If he weren’t capable of erasing you from existence with a flick of his wrist, you’d choke him out.

“Don’t call me that,” you grumble, turning away to fiddle with some paperwork. Suddenly, it becomes very interesting.

“Aw, why not?” He leans forward, trying to catch your eye. “Don’t you like it?”

You grit your teeth. Why does he have to sound so smug? And why does it suit him so well?

“No. I don’t,” you say shortly, still looking anywhere but him.

You can feel Gamma Jack’s eyes boring into the back of your head. A shiver runs down your spine, but you act unaffected.

“Liar,” he drawls.

At this, your patience finally snaps. You whirl around, ready to give him a piece of your mind—but the words dry on your tongue when you take in the way he’s looking at you.

Gamma Jack stares up at you with half-lidded eyes and a knowing grin on his lips. He gives you a very obvious once-over, clearly enjoying the way your lab coat looks on you. Then his eyes slowly rise to meet yours, his grin widening to reveal perfect white teeth. It’s infuriating how attractive he looks right now.

“You’re so—ugh!” You rub at your face. “Do you really want me to heal your lip that badly?”

He pretends to ponder the question, stroking his chin with a playful smile. “Maybe,” he says. “It’d be nice not to have a cut there at all.”

“Your lip will heal just fine on its own, without my help. The cut’s shallow, so it shouldn’t even scar,” you say flatly.

“Yeah, but a kiss from my favorite doctor skips the healing process,” he winks.

Oh, for the love of—

You stomp over to Jack and pull him into a kiss, letting your frustration spill out.

He makes a startled sound but quickly matches your intensity. His hands slide to your hips, pulling you closer, and he groans as he returns the kiss just as fiercely.

The kiss is rough, messy, charged with both anger and desire. He nips at your bottom lip, making you gasp, then seizes the moment to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue inside. His taste is intoxicating, and you can’t help but moan, fingers clutching at the fabric of his suit.

Using his grip on your hips, he pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. You feel every contour of his strong body pressed against yours as his hands roam freely.

He breaks away from your lips only to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, he sucks on it, leaving you breathless.

Gamma Jack chuckles softly against your skin. “I knew you wanted me. Don’t worry—I want you just as badly.”

You part your lips to reply, but he silences you with another kiss before you can speak. You melt into him, fingers tangling in his blonde hair. It’s almost easy to forget why you were angry in the first place.

Then you finally pull away, cheeks hot with anger and something you’d rather not acknowledge. You look at him: his lips are healed but swollen from the kiss, eyes glazed with desire. He’s like this because of you.

You ignore how much you like that thought.

Wiping your mouth, you try to regain your composure. “You got your kiss, you bastard. Happy now?”

He smirks. “Ecstatic.”

You’re just starting to move from his lap when the door to your office swings open.

“Hey, you know the drill. Got any—” Hypershock’s eyes go wide, disbelief halting him mid-sentence.

You and Gamma Jack both freeze, but your reactions couldn’t be more different. Horror and embarrassment slam into you, while Jack just flashes an easy, confident grin.

Hypershock lets out a long, weary sigh, rubbing his eyes. “I just wanted some goddamn Advil. Is that really too much to ask for?”

#the incredibles x reader #x reader #gazerbeam x reader #gamma jack x reader #i had to take a break and run laps around my room while writing the last part #p3anut brain's writing

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Aug 2, 2025

Burglary gone wrong | Gamma Jack x F!Villain! reader

Summary: You end up biting more than you can chew when you get too greedy during a burglary.

Author's note: This is my first time writing fanfiction so go easy on me 😭 I'm desperate for Gamma Jack content so I made this. Criticism is much appreciated!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1479

After hauling a couple more bags into your truck, you sigh. The burglary went well, all things considered. You didn't expect the homeowner to get home early, but you made quick work of him, leaving him bound and gagged to a chair.

Honestly, you need the money more than him. I mean, who the hell has a gold toilet in their house?

Looking over your stolen goods with satisfaction, you pause. It was more than enough, but one more bag couldn't hurt...

Grabbing a satchel, you throw it over your shoulder and head back to the mansion. There were a couple of items that caught your eye but you had to leave them behind in favor of other things. Might as well grab them while you're still here so that you aren't left thinking at night.

You arrive at the mansion and slip inside, running around with the excitement of a child who was just told that they could pick a toy.

The homeowner watches with a deadpan expression, his brows furrowing when you pat his shoulder and move past him with an unapologetic grin. Sorry not sorry, buddy.

You finally find the room you were looking for and start filling your satchel, stuffing it to the point where you can barely close it without effort.

Satisfied, you head back to the front door with your goodies. Before leaving, you turn and playfully wave at the homeowner, causing him to let out a muffled scream of anger.

You jog on your way out, leaving the same way you entered. Today was a success. You hope your colleagues are proud of your haul. A pat on the back and a job well done once in a while would be pretty nice.

As soon as you're a safe distance away from the mansion, you check over your belongings with a smile. You just have to get to your truck and—

You hear a woosh of air behind you, startling you into stopping your inspection. Turning around, you are met with the sight of Gamma Jack flying above you in all his glory. You've heard a lot about him, but have never personally encountered him– until now.

Gamma Jack tilts his head with a confident grin. "What do we have here?"

He shamelessly checks you out, squinting when he gets to your face before his eyes widen with surprise. He holds eye contact for longer than necessary, then blinks. "Damn it," he mutters to himself. "Why'd you have to be hot..."

You swallow nervously, too scared for your own life to focus on his conflicted expression. There was one thing that your colleagues told you to remember when facing Gamma Jack: To fight like it's your last. Which in this case, it could be, considering Gamma Jack kills all the villains he encounters if they don't manage to escape him.

You have no idea how he found you. You swore that you had taken out all of the cameras in the mansion, unless...

Fuck! The homeowner must have alerted someone while you were fighting to restrain him. You're really in for it now.

Gamma Jack slowly drifts down to the ground with a small frown, looking you up and down. "It really is my unlucky day today, huh," he mumbles.

The somber look on his face melts into a boyish one as he meets your gaze. Whatever was weighing him down was pushed aside as he spoke, "You know, it's a damn shame you're a villain. If you were a good girl, I would have taken you to the clouds already."

What.

The expression you made must have been funny, because it causes Gamma Jack to let out an unrestrained laugh. He continues, his grin growing, "You heard me right, sweetheart. I would have whisked you away in a heartbeat. Too bad you're on the dark side."

Gamma Jack walks toward you at a leisurely pace, as if he already knows what the outcome of this interaction will be. He brings his hand up and starts reaching for you.

You snap out of your stupor at the sight of his hand and jump back. No way in hell are you going to wait for him to obliterate you like all the other villain's he's fought. Your hand lights up and you shoot a quick beam of light his way to keep him away, at least for a moment. You need time to think of an escape. Engaging with him couldn't bring you any good.

"Stay back," you say with a glare, hoping he doesn't notice the quiver in your voice.

Gamma Jack's eyes briefly widen and he swiftly dodges your attack, his cape fluttering behind him with the movement. He steps back and flies up into the air with crossed arms. "Feisty," he huffs, shaking his head with amusement. "Can't say I hate it."

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, enjoying the defiant look on yours. He knows he could make easy work of you, but something in the way you're ready to fight with such determination makes him want to draw this out longer. There was also the fact that you were easy on the eyes, so there's that.

"Come on now, we both know you're not going to win this," he teases. "You can't beat me and you know it. Surrender, and I might go easy on you."

"What does surrendering entail for me? A quick death?" you scoff, your hands lighting up again. You can't afford to let your guard down around a guy like him, no matter how handsome he is– focus!

Gamma Jack floats down to your eye level, his gaze intense. He slowly inches closer and reaches a hand out again, this time slower. "Just put your hands down, sweet thing," he croons. "Don't do anything stupid. You're too pretty for that."

You hesitate. If you surrender, there's a chance that he's lying and immediately kills you. But if you fight... Do you even stand a chance? You've been trying to keep your distance from him, but Gamma Jack's power has a huge range. Even if you manage to beat him, you'd slowly succumb to the effects of radiation eventually. Without even realizing it, you start lowering your hands.

Gamma Jack notices the change immediately and grins. "Good girl," he praises as he steps closer. "Why can't all villains be as smart as you?"

He is now only a couple of feet away from you now and you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. Despite your hesitation, you can't deny the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You've heard plenty about Gamma Jack, but the talks of his charm and attractiveness are clearly not exaggerated.

"Do you even give them a chance to surrender?" you ask.

Gamma Jack chuckles softly before answering you.

"Not really," he admits without a hint of remorse. "They're usually too busy trying to kill me or too stubborn to listen to reason, so I prefer to overpower them and be done with it."

You don't know what you were expecting when you asked him that, but it definitely wasn't that. The way he talked so casually about killing frightens you. Throughout all of your years of robbing people, you have never once killed anyone. You just steal their stuff and let them leave– albeit beat up if they put up a struggle– while you go on your merry way.

It seems like your colleagues were right, Gamma Jack really does have no qualms about killing.

You feel a lot less confident about your chances of survival now.

Gamma Jack places a hand on your stiff shoulder and leans in closer. When did he close the distance between you? You don't remember him being this close.

"But with you…" his voice is low and mesmerizing, "I'm willing to make an exception. Consider yourself lucky."

You shiver involuntarily as you feel the warmth of his breath hit your face, your cheeks becoming warm. He was going to be the death of you– literally if you don't find a way to escape him. You weren't sure if he was going to keep his word.

"Lucky," you echo, the word coming out more breathy than you would have liked. "Lucky that you're not going to kill me even though you easily could?"

Gamma Jack's grin widens and he cups your face with one hand, his thumb sweeping over your cheek lightly. "That's right, sweetheart," he says. "I'm being awfully generous, aren't I? You should be thanking me."

Gamma Jack's words hang in the air between you for a moment. You can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, your heart pounding loudly in your chest.

"Well," he finally says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Before I turn you in, how about we celebrate?"

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