Villain peeked out from behind the corner. Hero was talking to some random civilians who they had rescued from a house from, or whatever.
They would research this later. The criminal gripped their notepad harder, crinkling the paper slightly. They took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the street.
"Civilians are not allowed to enter this area. Please leave." The police officer looked down at them, looking at them with annoyance and slight disgust.
"Sir, I'm a reporter for CityNews Today-"
"I don't care. Leave."
And so, villain turned around. They would not fight people in their civilian identity. Why would they put their private life at risk?
While Speedwalking from the closed off area, they started to hear approaching footsteps. Their first instinct was to run. But no. They were a civilian. A reporter. They didn't do anything wrong - well, their civilian identity hadn't.
"Hey, Villain?"
Fuck. Villain froze on the spot, head shooting to the side and wide eyes staring at hero.
"It is you! How nice." Hero towered over them, smiling politely and glancing down at the villains hands. "Reporter, eh? Didn't think that's a thing you would do."
The criminals throat was dry. They had suspected that Hero had figured out their identity, but they hadn't expected them to actually talk to them like this.
"Yeah...uhm..." Villain pressed their notebook closer to their chest. "It was always like... like a dream job, I guess?"
Hero laughed, putting a hand on their shoulder and leading then into an alley. Villains heart dropped, and they almost punched the hero and ran.
But they didn't. Because how would that look. A reporter, running away from a hero. "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Of course," hero beamed, leaning against the wall. "That's why we're here. I was hoping you'd ask that."
Villain immediately took out a pen. "Alright."
They searched for a good starting question. While reading through them, they crossed off some weird or useless ones they had written down while either hungry or at the edge of falling asleep.
"Your face is red-"
"Shut it! First question: You've very likely heard of the Superhero corruption scandal-"
"I have and I'm not answering questions regarding that."
Villain quietly cursed under their breath and crossed out about half of their questions. "Okay...uhm..."
They scratches their head with their pen. "What about the situation with Other Hero's Sidekick injury? Will they be returning to their job?"
"I am not allowed to answer that. Also, I don't know."
Villains head shot up, glaring at them with a stare used only on hostages.
Hero only chuckled. "There's nothing I can do, love. If I spill, they'll fire me, they made that clear."
"Then what am I supposed to ask you!?"
"I don't know. My favorite food?"
Villain lightly scratched the back of their notepad, then let out a long sigh. "Fine, what is it?"
"I don't know. If I like it, I eat it. Never bothered to pick a favorite."
Ok but... Can you tell me about the time you woke up with Dean suddenly sharing your pillow? 😭
You knew it was too early to be up as the fog of sleep started to lift from your mind. Hot. That was the problem you were much too warm. Slowly you moved your legs from underneath the blanket, not wanting to wake Dean up.
He wasn’t wrapped around you, but here at the Bunker, at home, he rarely was. You may fall asleep in eachother’s arms, but without fail during the night you’d drift apart. On the road it was different. He always stayed close.
When simply moving your legs didn’t help you started to turn over, desperate to get comfortable enough to get a few more hours of sleep. As soon as you moved you discovered the culprit. While he wasn’t wrapped around you, Dean had migrated to your pillow. You had to hold in a squeak of surprise when you found him so close.
Lying back down you tried closing your eyes and willing yourself back to sleep. It might have worked too if you couldn’t feel Dean’s breath fanning over your face. There was being close to someone, there was love, but this was too much. You loved Dean with all your heart, and no matter how beautiful he was, especially while he was asleep, you weren’t about to let him just take over your pillow and steal your sleep.
Lightly, you pushed at his shoulder, hoping he’d just roll over. You didn’t have any luck though as his eyes started to flutter open.
“What?”
“Dean why are you on my pillow?”
“Huh? Oh. Mine fell on the floor.”
“And?”
“I just figured I’d use yours.”
“Well you figured wrong get the hell off. You’re breathing on me.”
“I’m breathing on you? Sorry I just wanted to be close to you.” He pouted, rolling away from you.
“Nice try. You just didn’t want to find your pillow.”
