Left on his knees with his arms secured behind his back, Villain stares dejectedly at the crumpled bits of metal and wire, a tear sliding down his cheek. He was so close. He was so, so close.
He's jerked out of his thoughts as someone yanks his arms back and jabs their knee into his back. He falls forward, head smacking on the cold tile floor.
His groan is interrupted by gasping as the knee applies more pressure, squeezing the air out of his lungs. The villain kicks and squirms, trying to free himself from the awful pressure, but the person on top of him pins his legs. Villain squeezes his eyes shut, tears slipping out in spite of him.
It was hopeless. He failed. He failed her, he failed himself, and now he was going to die with a cackling fiend on his back.
"That's enough now, Other Hero."
Villain tensed but sucked in a deep breath as the pressure eased on his back. Any relief that provided was short-lived as Other Hero slammed his face into the floor.
Iron floods Villain's mouth as he coughs and splutters, still winded from the previous assault. His coughing devolves into spitting, followed by panting and eventually groaning, a trail of blood still making its way down Villain's face, collecting on his chin before dripping onto the floor.
Villain goes rigid before forcing his muscles to react. Craning his neck, Villain glares at the hero, wishing he could wipe the cocky smirk right off his stupid face.
Hero appraises his captive, a self-satisfied smile pulling at his lips.
"Why so bitter, Villain? You've lost before." Met only by a deep scowl, Hero crouches down in front of the villain. Grabbing him by the collar, Hero pulls Villain closer so his breath can be felt against his ear. "She's better off with us, anyway."
Villain's face turns crimson, and his pulse races, rage flooding his veins. He lunges at Hero only for the air to be pressed from his lungs, leaving him thrashing and writhing under Other Hero's weight.
Hero lets out a derided laugh before grabbing Villain by the chin, forcing him to face him. His nails dig into Villain's skin, more blood slicking his face.
"That little device of ours, it was initially intended for you." Villain shudders, a chill seeming to radiate from the hero's words. Villain thrashes again, this time intent on opening his mouth, only for it to be clamped shut by a blood-smeared hand.
"We wanted you, Villain. You were smart, a genius really, skilled in combat, and had no end of weapon and tool ideas, which you quickly turned into reality. You would've made a perfect addition to the team, if not for one little thing."
Villain grunts, glaring daggers at the hand covering his mouth. Hero laughs a crooked, amused laugh.
"Your villainous tendencies soiled your candidacy, but we had a fix for that, and we would have used it too if you hadn't presented us with a better candidate."
VIllain shrieks from under Hero's grip. His head is yanked forward, and the hero goes on.
"We had Sidekick trailing you. We were hoping you would lead us to your base, but you led us to something so much better. She doesn't even have a record, so we won't have to do a coverup, and she's younger so she doesn't have as strong of a constitution."
Villain screams, Hero finally letting go. Other Hero slams his head down, silencing Villain's scream as his world finally gives way to a muddled black.
In his last moments of consciousness, Villain hears Hero go on: "-same powers...good thing...she takes after daddy."
