Villain and Hero had just begun battle, but something was making the villain falter.
“You look… different,” Villain noticed, confused.
Hero responded whilst opening a pocket, “I got a new suit,” A loud crash sounded as a weapon was launched at Villain but, unfortunately for Hero, Villain easily dodged it. “Isn't it awesome? A lot better than those awful handbags.”
Villain scanned Hero from the ground, confirming what Hero said was true. Hero had a new suit. “But I liked your old suit.” Villain responded, almost with a pout on their face.
“But look,” Hero opened another pocket, retrieving a new weapon, “This one’s got POCKETS!”
“Yeah,” Villain agreed, albeit disappointedly, “but… the old one was nice too.”
Hero rolled their eyes, but in no general direction. Villain was excellent at disappearing at the drop of a hat, their black costume making them almost seem one with the shadows, and the hero had just made the mistake of taking their eyes off of Villain.
After a bit of wild glancing through, the hero located their nemesis and continued the conversation, “The old one was splitting apart at the seams.” Another weapon flew past Villain, millimetres away from grazing their thigh. “And again, no idea how you aren’t getting this: POCKETS!”
Villain let out a sad sigh and reluctantly agreed. “Yeah, yeah, congrats on the pockets.” With the discussion over, the two nemeses charged at each other.
From behind, Hero Sidekick and Villain Sidekick shared a look of confusion before a whoosh broke the exchange. Villain Sidekick had taken Hero Sidekick’s moment of confusion to launch an attack on them! While Hero Sidekick heard the dagger flying through the air and dodged, the weapon still managed to find them.
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The heroes won that encounter (perhaps because of the new pockets), but the villains, well actually just Villain, Villain Sidekick was fine, seemed… oddly pouty. The heroes were fine too, with Hero seeming especially bouncy with their new pockets and the now practical placements of all their weapons, and Hero Sidekick having escaped the fight without a single scratch.
Throughout the fight, Villain kept sighing and glancing at Hero disappointedly, even asking in the midst of battle if they’d ever wear their old suit ever again. Suffice to say, Hero and both sidekicks left the battle confused at Villain’s odd behaviour, but Hero brushed it off, they were in too much of a good mood with their new suit. The sidekicks, however, couldn't stop thinking about it.
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(Screenshot of a phone message conversation between Villain Sidekick and Hero Sidekick)
Villain Sidekick: The two red buttons meme with text options being "Be a hero" and "Be a nuisance." Person having difficulty choosing is labelled as HERO SIDEKICK.
Villain Sidekick: (Kermit drinking tea meme) ME: WHEN I REMEMBER HOW YOU TRIPPED AND LANDED FACE FIRST ON THE FLOOR
Villain Sidekick: Yo, peasant
Does your face still hurt from the fall, peasant?
Answer me, peasant
Hero Sidekick: Hey, we need to talk
Villain Sidekick: How about no?
Hero Sidekick: C'mon, what if it's important
Villain Sidekick: I'm not coming to your base for an ambush!
Hero Sidekick: Fine
Villain Sidekick: You can come to my base 😇
Hero Sidekick: Lol no
Villain Sidekick: Hmm... I'll ask Henchman?
Hero Sidekick: Yeah, fine, whatever. I just wanna talk about Hero and Villain Today's fight was... weird
Hero stopped mid run, staring at the new Villain quizzically. What had they just said? He glanced about, trying to pick out if any of their own teammates were there, perhaps the villain was talking to them. No, it was only him and Villain at the roof tops.
The villain let out a laugh, enjoying Hero's confusion, stringing up few more sentences in their foreign language. Hero could only stare at them, dumbfounded, as the words sounded stranger and stranger to him. His stance faultered as the Villain's laugh grew, as if some comedian had cracked a wonderful joke.
"I- whatever you're saying, speak it in English!" Hero demanded, straightening his back, ready to fight. The villain looked opposite, now kneeling on the concrete, caught their breath. They wiped their eyes from small tears that had appeared then looked at hero.
"C'est bien, très bien," the villain chuckled, clapping their hands as they got to their feet. "Ah, mon petit Héro, I'm going to have so much fun with you!"
The hero hurled punches and threw kicks as the villain swiftly dodged the attacks, tossing them insults every time they missed and launched themselves at the hero to strike.
They’ve been going round on round for a long time now, and none of them had managed to even lay a hand on the other, much to the hero’s frustration. And their energy was almost draining from all of the flailing. They felt like a mess, sweat and disheveled hair all the way.
They didn’t give up however as they continued to toss their retaliate, even though it kept failing miserably. They knew there was still a chance they might win, after all, giving up was never a solution. That’s what the hero has been taught all of their life, never give up.
The hero caught up once they heard the slipping villain gasp, the villain’s guard being completely let down at the sudden movement.
The hero took the opportunity to take the upper hand. They slammed the villain against the wall, seizing their hands as they panted for air, their hair and face all messy and flushed and sweaty from all the fighting, heart pounding violently. Their gaze was wild, intent.
There was a moment of silence until the villain’s eyes narrowed and flickered with something the hero couldn’t pick out. Then their lips curved into a luscious smirk.
“You know,” they drawled, “I never expected to end up in a position like this with you. It’s...” they let out a soft yet slurty giggle, “incredibly hot.” they locked eyes with the hero.
It took the hero a few seconds to understand what the villain meant and they widened their eyes in bewilderment in the process. A faint blush appeared on their face.
The villain seemed to only relish in their reaction.
“What.. what do you mean?” the hero asked, their words embarrassingly close to a squeak. Their grip on the villain’s wrists instinctively loosened.
“Oh, you know what I mean, sweetheart.” the villain all but crooned and, abruptly, they grabbed them by the collar, making the hero gasp in surprise, their breathes brushing over each other’s skins. “Don’t act like you have no idea. I can read it all over your flushed face.” they observed the other. “God, you look so captivating up close. Those eyes, those lips..”
The hero’s breath hitched and their heart hammered in their chest. They didn’t expect this. This was impossible. This was categorically NOT supposed to happen!
The first second they were fighting with fists and kicks and the randomly thrown sarcastic comments and the next second the villain was... flirting with them?
The villain moved an arm and wrapped it around the hero’s waist, seizing them still, and the hero widened their eyes further. Their cheeks burned.
The hero had no idea what to do. They were speechless. They begged for words to come out, to God please do something and stop whatever the villain was doing.
They didn’t even know wether it was correct to call it simple flirting or not. It felt more like literal enchanting. Because they felt enchanted, dangerously so. They coudln’t think straight.
The villain’s voluptuous eyes pierced through the hero’s. Their lips brushed over the other’s ear, relishing and chuckling at how it made them flinch.
The hero abruptly shifted their trembling hand and palmed the villain’s chest to push back. They struggled to break free, but the villain only gripped harder, clawing at their clothing, their nails digging further into their skin. “L-let me go.” the hero demanded after they managed to contain a fraction of confidence, their eyes averted. Looking at the villain felt dangerous. Because if they kept looking at them, they might get lost in those eyes and fall weak all over again.
Since when had been the villain’s stare so hypnotic like this?
“Let go? Why? Come on, don’t be so hasty. Can’t I hold you a little longer?” they got the hero’s chin in between their fingers, “Maybe I can have a kiss?” they murmured, their lips barely touching.
The hero frowned, tried their hardest to show as much ferocity, but it only made them look even more ridiculous as the villain merely giggled oh so softly at them and cupped their burning cheek, touch feather-light. “Don’t be so tough, darling. Relax.” they leaned in.
A shiver ran down the hero’s spine as they tried desperately to lean back, to stay away from the villain’s (beautiful) face, but their voice was too alluring to succumb. And suddenly the villain crushed their lips together and caught them in a sweet and passionate kiss.
It took everything for the hero to not melt. Their knees buckled and they let their shaking hands loose, surrendering themselves to the kiss.
The villain raised their hand and gently buried it in the hero’s hair, holding them closer as they deepened the kiss. The hero would have fallen into a puddle if it weren’t for the villain’s hands that cradled them so close. A desperate moan escaped their lips.
They yelped in surprise when the villain suddenly pushed them and tackled them to the ground, with a knife pointed at their throat out of nowhere.
“Fool.” they said, voice dark. The flame of passion vanished from their eyes, the sly smirk disappeared from their lips and left their face cold and lethal. “You didn’t even know this was only a trick.”
The hero stormed into the villain's hideout. It was suspiciously quiet and still and not at all like the busy picture of chaos the hero had been expecting.
The villain had been suspiciously inactive for the entire week and the hero had been going out of their mind with curiosity and anticipation at what the villain might be doing. The villain was planning something nefarious, they just knew it.
A sudden nasty bout of coughing shattered the silence, startling the hero, followed by something that sounded like someone blowing their nose. The hero narrowed their eyes and followed the strange noises, watchful and on their guard.
They crept up to the door that they determined was the room where the sounds were coming from and quickly flung it open, ready for an attack.
What they hadn't been expecting to find was the villain curled up in bed, buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows. The hero noticed that the villain's face was pale and flushed, two high spots of colour on their cheeks. They were shivering quite violently even under the pile of blankets, their eyes slightly glazed over. If they hadn't been so confused and flabbergasted, the hero would've found the sight to be quite adorable.
Instead, the hero stood staring at the villain dumbly, mouth opening and closing in befuddlement.
"[Hero]?" the villain exclaimed, the initial shock in their voice rapidly turning into anger. "What the hell are you doing in my hideout?!"
"You–you're sick!" the hero stammered, still trying to wrap their mind around the entire situation.
"Really? What gave it away?" the villain snapped annoyedly, their voice thick with sarcasm and snot.
"S-so the reason you were gone for a week is not because you're planning world domination?"
The villain heaved a long sigh and closed their eyes, praying for patience. "Dear god."
As hero crawled in the creek, almost slipping on the rocks moving slowly towards the mountain face, such a bad idea. The fact that hero started to climb up and sneak into villains base. A fool’s errand. They made sure not to fall as they almost reached their goal.
So stupid, stupid for letting feelings get in the way.
“Why the hell are you here, hero?” Villain said and almost gave hero a heart attack. They fell, screamed, as they thought they fell to sure death. Maybe this would be a fairly painless death.
Villain got to hero and wouldn’t let go. Hero slammed hard into the wall, crying out as pain flashed through their body. What was worse they didn’t know, villain or falling down to their death.
“I’m not even planning something.”
Hero wasn’t comfortable doing this kind of work in their ordinary, looser clothes. Villain noticed this too. But with courage hero meet villains cold look. “You always plan something, hero exclaimed and knew they were fucked. But still, they didn’t fight villain.
“Says the one who trying to break into my base” villain basically threw the truth in hero’s face. As they dragged hero up, ignoring heroes groaning. “So you’re here unprovoked and before work or do you have a work to go to?”
“Of course I have!” Hero yelled and realized something, “how do you know about that?” Hero hadn’t told anybody they were quitting and it still was a secret. So they thought. Where there a leak somewhere? Bugged somehow?
Villain watched hero crawl on the floor and didn’t smile. Didn’t even smirk, “so you’re quitting like a coward.”
Hero rose up just to fall back down on the floor, with their knee hurt and no way of running from this. They couldn’t bring themselves to try and escape. “I’m not a coward, I’m emotional if anything.”
Villain leaned towards a wall, “that may be worse.” With a swift movement they kicked hero, they yelped and rolled over the floor. “Why so… ‘emotional’? Something wrong?”
“Aah…! Be nicer and I’ll tell you.” Heroes voice cracked liked they were a teenager again, but didn’t move from their spot in villains lab. “But it won’t help, because I won’t come from this room alive.” They knew villain could kill them if they wanted to. This might have been the worse idea ever.
“That’s the first sane thing you said all day” Villain picked up a knife, walking closer and closer to hero. The knife was promising blood running this morning. “What are you planning anyway?”
“I don’t know anymore.“ Hero lied, normally they would have tried to escape. But this morning had been different like something had called to them. They had reached a point of no return.
Villain stabbed hero’s right leg, “you’re such a bad liar. Tell me the truth!” Villain yelled so loud so it rang in hero’s ears minutes after.
“Too long hours and so damn painful” hero answered weaker and weaker.
Villain stabbed their other leg and that was answer enough. New try after their scream and whimper. “I’m not lying…”
Next part villain stabbed was their shoulder and this time a said warning. “For every lie, I will stab you. You don’t want that.”
Hero had a hard time finding their voice, the pain made everything foggy and movements weak and sloppy. But hero didn’t stop trying, and finally made it.
“I can’t take… take the constant pain… anymore. I need a… distraction.”
Villain hesitated slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t concentrate… Can’t sleep. All I do is think.” Hero started to cry, “I thought I’d learned what’s right and wrong.” But they knew this was about more, feeling and sorrow had no right and wrong. No simple solutions.
“You don’t make any sense, be clear, or die.”
Hero laid still on the floor, tired from loss of blood and lack of sleep. “I have been thinking and after weeks I finally know… Know what I want… And know… Maybe… I can’t have it.” They had to say it out loud to someone, “I love you…”
Villain dropped the knife, “me? Why?”
“You’re not all you say… You could… If you want, change the world.” Hero thought and said, “one could say I see more than most people.”
“Do you think people would recognize me as a hero?!” Villain exclaimed, “you’re out of your mind.” It looked like villain would hit hero hard, but nothing happened.
Hero’s courage slowly disappeared, they whispered low. “You could be my hero.”
Hero tensed when villain kissed them if they were tense because of hero’s reaction or the fact neither of them was used to this. Hero started to enjoy the kiss when villain stopped and their breath was harder than before. Hero’s was too, but the moment had been too short.
Somehow hero had forgotten how it felt to be loved like that, how a kiss should be.
“I’m so confused…”
Villain become cold after the warm and soft kiss. “I love you too, but it’s too risky to give into pity feelings.” A swift hard grip on hero’s collar allowed them to lift hero up in the air. “But I will kill you fast, even if you just been in my way.”
“Is it…? Fair enough.” Hero’s shoulder sunk and a groaning sight escaped, as hero gave up. “Maybe death is more forgiving.”
Villains grip slackened and hero fell to the floor and yelped. “Is this really you?” Hero had never once dare show themselves like this. Small and defenseless.
Hero nodded and cried, “I might be strong in front of people. But… at night I cry myself to sleep.” The confession made villain look unsure and hero didn’t want to play the sympathy card. Not intentionally at least.
Hero gasped and almost lost their unconsciousness, but only almost. Villain took them careful and kissed them tenderly.
“Don’t… Hero?” Villain sounded worried, but hero could barely hear them anymore. Least of all answer villain, whether hero died or not, didn’t matter when their life had been so hard.
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The atmosphere was stiff as the trio sat in Henchman’s living room. Two villains and a hero (well, two sidekicks and a henchman) sat in a room; sounds like the start of a bad joke or a fight.
“So…” Villain Sidekick said, breaking the silence “Henchman, how’s it going, is working for Supervillain alright? How different is it from working with Villain?"
"It's… top secret,” Henchman answered as they popped a soda can. “And besides, don't you two have something to talk about?”
“Well, Hero Sidekick was the one who wanted to talk,” Villain Sidekick said, looking over to their do-gooder counterpart. “So, are we gonna talk or what? Why did you call me?” They wanted to look annoyed but their curiosity was getting the better of them.
Hero Sidekick finally spoke, “Well… it’s about last night’s fight… Is it just me or… was Villain's reaction kinda… weird? When they saw Hero, I mean.”
“Maybe? What’s your point?” Villain Sidekick said indifferently.
“Why do you think that is?” Hero Sidekick asked.
“Eh, just didn’t like that your new suits put us at a disadvantage," they shrugged. "You’ve got pockets now instead of those idiotic handbags, much more practical. You can just throw stuff at us instead of wasting time hounding around in your bags. It’s just common sense, we gotta up our game now.”
“I guess,” Hero Sidekick didn’t sound convinced.
“Of course, what else could it be?" They turned to their sibling-in-crime, "Henchman, what do you think?”
Henchman took a moment to think then replied slowly, “Well… not everyone likes changes, I mean, I’m pretty sure Villain still hasn’t forgiven me for taking that job under Supervillain and that was what, a year ago?”
“You flat out betrayed them for a raise!” Villain Sidekick exclaimed indignantly, defending Villain.
“Fair point,” Henchman responded.
Silence.
Hero Sidekick looked between the two… friends awkwardly, but nonetheless tried to bring the conversation back to their concerns.
“But I still think Villain was acting really weird, especially about the pockets.” When Villain Sidekick rolled their eyes, Hero Sidekick urged, “C’mon! They brought up Hero’s handbag alone, like, thrice!”
Villain Sidekick sighed. “Fine, I’ll humour you. Pretend Villain did seem really focused on Hero’s pockets. So what? And why were there no pockets before anyway?” they had started thinking out loud.
Hero Sidekick didn’t have an answer to that.
“Maybe,” Villain Sidekick jumped up from their seat as they wondered aloud, “maybe, Villain infiltrated the heroes’ supersuits department? Just a design edit here, a little tweaking there, then boom! No pockets and Villain has the advantage in battle!” Villain Sidekick sat down triumphantly. “Clever Villain! So evil!”
There were a few seconds of silence from the other two before Henchman began carefully, “Or, and hear me out here, maybe Villain… has a crush on Hero?”
Both sidekicks' jaws dropped and everyone sat in silence for a few moments before they spoke up.
“That actually makes a lot of sense.” said Hero Sidekick finally.
“That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard,” said Villain Sidekick at the same time, staring at the two.
“Come on, now,” Henchman said, holding back a smile. “Think about it. Villain was clearly disappointed with the new suit because it’s way less attractive than the old one.”
Villain Sidekick blinked. “They were upset because they had less advantage, dum-dum.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t they be more mad than sad if that were the case?" Hero Sidekick defended. "Everyone knows how angry villains get when a plan falls through, and Villain is no different from the rest.”
Villain Sidekick did not look amused. “Don’t embarrass yourselves. Villain can’t have a crush on Hero! They’re a villain! And they’re a hero! They’re nemeses and hate each other!”
Henchman sipped their drink, looking at Villain Sidekick, “So, you really think that there’s a higher likelihood of a tailoring traitor in the hero agency, targeting pockets specifically, than Villain having a crush on Hero?”
Villain Sidekick nodded furiously, “Yes! One hundred percent!”
Not much else was said after that, and eventually the two sidekicks left. But, unbeknownst to Henchman, the next session was already being planned.
Everyone was having… thoughts after the latest Sidekick Club meeting.
Supervillain, who had already escaped from their containment cell (much to the hero agency's confusion) was just as smug as they were when they were being arrested. Back in their lair they were gloating to their employees, "I almost feel bad for everyone else. I'm always three steps ahead, if not more."
Villain was embarrassed and profusely denying to Villain Sidekick that they had any feelings for Hero.
Villain Sidekick was confused; if Villain wasn’t upset about a plan failing, were Hero Sidekick and Henchman really right? No, it couldn't be; even if it wasn’t their plan, Villain still could’ve been upset about Hero having a better advantage due to their new pockets… but still, they didn’t feel as sure as before.
But the Heroes, oh those two, this new information garnered very different reactions from the two.
While Hero Sidekick was still smug (an “I told you so” text was sent more than once to Villain Sidekick, who had threatened to block Hero Sidekick if they kept annoying them. Hero Sidekick told them it was their revenge, and has yet to be unblocked by Vilain Sidekick).
But Hero was… confused. Both with Villain, and maybe even themselves.
That night, the two returned to their base, and Hero quickly retired to their room, just thinking over the new information; everything had happened so fast, and because of Henchman challenging Hero’s pockets, they hadn’t really had time to process everything until then. Hero knew their sidekick, and they knew that Hero Sidekick is often right about things. But this just didn't make sense. Or… did it?
“Villain… likes me?” They asked themself aloud in a soft voice, eyes closed. Hero slowly opened them up, gazing out their window in the direction the two heroes had returned from; in the direction of Henchman’s apartment; in the direction of Villain. “Well it doesn’t matter because I don’t like them. I mean, they’re my nemesis.” Hero moved to close the curtains of their window… but faltered. “But… they're nice, aren't they? They're so kind and silly with their sidekick, they make the funniest jokes, they have such a sweet smile…" They sighed, giving up on the curtains; they couldn’t bring themself to close them.
Hoping for a distraction, Hero’s gaze began to wander around their room, till it landed on a flower vase. After a long moment of just staring at the beautiful white bouquet they had bought from their friend’s floral shop; white camellias and white carnations beautifully arranged in a vase, they stood up and slowly made their way toward it. They carefully inspected each one, looking for any imperfections. When Hero found none, they removed the bouquet, fingers trembling, and headed out the window to find Villain.
They switched places, with Villain Sidekick taking centre stage.
“Ahem. As you can see,” they indicated the relevant area on their board, “ever since pockets on heroes’ super suits have been introduced, replacing the old suits and the court-mandated handbags, the crime rate has dropped from 43% to 30%. More criminals are being caught, and they’re being caught faster and easier, almost 46 minutes faster on average! Not to mention that less gadgets are being forgotten on crime scenes, only 17 per 100 from 36 per 100, which means less gadgets for villains and civilians to get their hands on.
"The lack of pockets in the past really slowed heroes down," they said while walking across the room like a professor giving a lecture, "They had no gadgets nor weapons on their person, having to resort to agency-mandated handbags which had their own set of problems."
"Your stats are impressive and all," Hero Sidekick tried to interject, "but this is about feelings not—"
"Shush," Villain Sidekick scolded, then continued. “As I was saying, and as my colleagues so annoyingly demonstrated, agency-mandated handbags were poorly designed, first of all, having no compartments whatsoever, just one big black hole to put all your stuff in.
"This was cumbersome; heroes are busy professionals. Not only did they use their handbags for weapons and gadgets, but also for paperwork, investigative instruments, clues, their ID, wallet, what have you.
"Searching through those awful contraptions lost heroes a lot of valuable time, giving villains the chance to escape, strategize, or jump heroes while they’re distracted.
"Now, it is obvious that villains had everything to gain from the old suits and handbags, and heroes were at a disadvantage. That is why, when Hero got their new suit, Villain seemed upset and distracted.
"Therefore!" They stopped and turned to the audience, a big smile on their face, "I conclude, without a shadow of doubt, that Villain orchestrated the whole thing – they infiltrated the hero agency and designed those horrid suits and handbags so that they could have the advantage over you dumb heroes!” Villain Sidekick declared proudly then crossed their arms expecting a round of applause.
Unfortunately, they didn’t even get a chance to look at everyone’s reactions before Supervillain yelled out.
"They didn't do it! I did!”
Everyone turned to the master criminal, the same question on their lips, “What?”
Supervillain rose from their seat, “Villain can barely talk to their crush, do you think they would be able to design a whole attractive outfit just for them?”
Villain was now blushing again, much more furiously than before, but no one, not even Villain Sidekick, could come to Villain's defence; everyone was stunned silent.
"It was me, little sidekick club,” they continued, “I did the whole thing! I infiltrated the agency, designed most of the costumes myself, I even added those ridiculous impractical handbags to top it all off!"
Throughout all of this, Villain Sidekick just stood there, mouth open, until both Henchman and Hero Sidekick yelled, "Wait, there really was a pocket conspiracy!?" They paused, processing the new information, then Hero Sidekick continued, "I… I guess it makes sense, but I TOLD YOU Villain had a crush on Hero! Look, even Supervillain agrees!" They whipped around to look at Villain Sidekick smugly, clearly happier about having more support for their case, than about having a crime boss confess to a large-scale crime in front of so many witnesses.
"Well… alrighty," Hero cleared their throat. "I've heard enough. Hero Sidekick, could you—” Hero Sidekick didn't even let Hero finish, springing up to untie them, while Villain Sidekick did the same for Villain.
All eyes landed on Supervillain. The real bad-guy was right there, and they had wronged all of them… well except for Henchman, who had once again seemed to disappear into the background. Everyone else started crowding in on Supervillain, cornering them.
Surprisingly, one could say suspiciously, they let themselves be arrested without complaint.
As they were being cuffed by Hero, Villain Sidekick suddenly felt a hard pat on their shoulder. "You know, I’m gonna miss your villainous antics, I mean, since you’re basically a hero now," Henchman grinned at Villain Sidekick’s distressed face.
“Nooooo!” Villain Sidekick buried their face in their hands, garnering another pat from Henchman.
"Now, now, I’m sure you’ll make a great hero." Henchman said, then turned to Hero, "Hey, Hero! Bet you my pockets are better than yours!"
Hero unceremoniously shoved Supervillain over to Hero Sidekick, "You’re on!"
Hero Sidekick stood there awkwardly between Supervillain and Villain, glancing back and forth at the two, probably making emergency plans in case the two teamed up.
"So, Villain. how’d you like my plan?" Supervillain asked, quite pleased with themselves and not at all fazed with the fact that they were currently handcuffed and would be soon off to prison.
Villain just sighed, "Really, Supervillain? Really?"
"Yup!" Supervillain chuckled deviously.
Seeing how distracted the two villains were by their conversation, Hero Sidekick took the opportunity to make sure Supervillain’s cuffs were secure enough.
After they were sure the cuffs were secure, they began to relax; while Supervillain had escaped many a containment cell, they had never defeated the hero agency’s tried-and-true power repressing cuffs.
This was quite confusing for the agency, seeing as how each cell Supervillain had been placed in had increasingly powerful walls, with new types of metals having been invented just for them, but each of which still failed. The master criminal always escaped their prison without leaving any witnesses or evidence that may give the heroes a clue of their power, instead, it looked like they just walked out the door.
Regardless, now Hero Sidekick only had to worry about one villain, who seemed far more focused on Supervillain than the sidekick holding onto them.
"And," Supervillain continued in a whisper, leaning in towards Villain, "I made sure to make your crush's outfit extra distracting, showing off those gorgeous muscles you love so much."
Villain’s blush was at maximum capacity now, and if it could grown any redder, it would have. They turned away from Supervillain, trying to avoid embarrassment, but their eyes accidentally fell on the same hero they were trying not to think about.
Much to Supervillain’s delight, Villain froze. Their eyes were fixed on Hero but not their face, no no no, instead, it was Hero’s arms that made Villain’s brain buffer. It seemed that in order to give Henchman a full walkthrough of all of their pockets and compartments, Hero had folded up their sleeves, giving Villain passers-by a full view of the very same muscles that Villain had pretended not to miss. Those forearms… wow. It took all of Villain's willpower not to swoon.
But of course, Hero remained oblivious, far too busy showing Henchman their pockets and all the things they could carry in them.
