Jul 11
Prompt: A retired supervillain finds their superhero nemesis half-dead in an alleyway
"I thought you were evil." He chuckles. I had to peel the mask off his face to wipe the blood from it.
I huff, adjusting the blanket slipping off his shoulders. "Hell, even if I still was, I wouldn't just leave you for dead." I sit beside him. "I was a villain, not a monster."
He chuckles again. It comes out ragged. "Therapy's doing good for you, huh?"
"Wonders."
He intertwines his fingers in mine. My breath hitches, and I suddenly notice how very pretty his eyes are.
He gives me a sad smile. "Maybe I should try it too…"
His hand is so warm.
I squeeze it back.
"You should," I say quietly.