Badboy AKA Birch Goodman - I can't find a lot of fanart of him anywhere so here's a few. I might make more in the future.
He's one of my favorite villains in the new Danger Mouse. Also a tragic villain. (if you live in America, don't trust what Netflix says, they don't actually have season 2! It's just 2 parts of season 1. The actual season 2 has his backstory.)
Heroes and villains are not supposed to get along. Yet roommates are. Sam is an anxious hero who’s simply trying to get good enough grades to pass college. Luke is a villain who’s guarding himself while trying to get better at one of the few things that makes him happy, art. While their secret identities don’t last long, will their friendship?
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tw: villain and hero dynamic, gun wounds, blood mention, fire mentions, fire powers, medical whump, stitching, smoke, past trauma abuse, scar conversations, death mentions, near death experience, language
“Nice going Inferno, now you got the police on us both.” Sam grumbled while picking Luke up while running, getting out of the area as fast as he could.
Luke laughed bitterly as he held onto his side. "Fuck yooou. They were already on me. You did this to yourself."
“You at LEAST could have kept from getting shot. You’ve got blood all over my suit.” The hero sighed, trying to ignore the police cars whining like sirens.
Luke groaned a bit before blowing flames away from Sam. "Just be glad I won't burn through you. Besides, I didn't shoot myself. Fucking hell."
Sam sighed while concentrating on getting away until the police car’s sound drifted away. He gently laid him down. "I'm fine, you don't need to help-" Luke turned away and vomited flames on the ground. "Ugh. Fuck."
“Just take off your shirt,” he rolled his eyes faintly.
Luke whined a bit like a child but did as Sam asked. His energy was too low for him to properly argue. He carefully inspected Luke’s wound. “You’ll be fine Inferno. Though... the bullet is stuck.” He spoke carefully, not wanting to agitate him.
"S-sorry. Can't help the fire much. S-something about a defense m-mechanism or some shiz." He held his mouth shut as much as he could before blue flames began to seep out.
“Oh gosh.” Sam took a step back. “Anyways... I have some medical training, but not that much. I’m going to have to take you somewhere... our dorm people probably won’t let us go in like this...” He trailed off.
Luke managed to swallow the flames for a bit. "H-how about my o-old lair?" He pointed to the nearest mountain.
“You have a lair?” Sam blinked a bit.
"Had." Before Luke could explain more flames began to force their way out of his mouth. He just barely managed to move his head so he didn't hit Sam.
He jumped back alarmed. “Okay. Okay okay okay.” He scooped Luke back up and ran off to the mountain quickly, thankfully it wasn’t as far as he would have thought. “Where to now?”
Luke moved out of Sam’s arms to kick a rock and an entrance opens. Big enough for a car. "Temperature..."
"Heyyy, fancy," Sam commented. "If I had something this grand, heck to school. I'd stay here instead."
Luke rolled his eyes before shaking his head a bit. "Just go. Please. G-getting hard to stay awake."
"Sorry." Sam picked him up and moved inside. "I don't know where to go after this, I need you."
"S-straight. Till large room. I-I’m really cold. " Luke kept shaking his head.
Sam hugged him closer to try and transfer his body heat, noting Luke’s own temperature was way lower than normal, like a normal human’s. "Is anyone else here?"
"N-no. Alone." He mumbled something nonsensically. "Need my heat. Go."
Sam nodded and went in. Sam stopped immediately, shock stricken. The temperature of the room was incredibly potent, it almost burned. He took a breath before he continued moving, to be honest, it was nothing he wasn’t used to.
"S-sorry." Luke gave up on making sense and just stayed limp. Flames no longer poured out of his mouth, even the steady stream of smoke quickly went away.
"N-No it's fine." He set Luke down on a couch, spotting a box went over, and looked in the box. There were a bunch of medical tools, quickly getting the ones out he would need. "I-I've never really done this before..."
"Stitches?"
"No, I can do those. But the bullet." He took a deep breath while looking in the box before frowning. "Do you have any general anesthesia?"
He shook his head, smirked faintly before digging into the wound. Not really caring anymore. Grunting while pulling out the bullet. "Do y-your thing." He mumbled flicking his blood ofc his hand.
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Sam hummed softly while finishing the last stitch before finding a rag and wiping off the blood that he could.
"You- ok?" Luke looked up at him. Extremely tired but too afraid to sleep. "I-ice in the fridge."
Sam nodded before setting the tools off to the side. He went over to the fridge and grabbed a chunk of ice, setting it on his forehead, he had to admit it helped immensely. “I-I’ll be fine, are you okay?”
He chuckled a bit, rolling his head lazily. Lightly shoving the ice off when his skin started turning black. "Embers." His hands opened and closed. Trying to summon fire. Only to get sparks.
"You want embers now?" Sam blinked, completely confused.
He shook his head. "E-ever watched a f-fire die?" His voice was hoarse and a bit gravely. Chuckling a bit before staring at the ceiling. "I'll l-live." Luke gave him a wry smile.
"Die... wait. Are you sure? I-I can't let you die." Sam said, starting to pace around.
He chuckled a bit before holding up his right hand. A small flame slowly grew before dancing around a little. "In t-time." The flame started to get bigger little by little. "You care~"
Sam stopped, looking at him. "Care? Of course, I care! I don't want you to die!"
Luke grabbed his arm. Stopping him. "C-calm down." He smiled a bit.
"Sorry," Sam mumbled. "I just don't want to lose you..."
Luke chuckled a bit. "I-I'll be fine." He gripped held onto his arm a bit harder. "You're a h-hero."
"I can't save everyone you know," He mumbled, sitting down again. "I h-haven't saved everyone."
Luke sighed heavily. "You t-try." He reached over and ruffled his hair.
Sam smiled and nodded his head. "I’m glad you’re a villain. It's nice to know someone likes me. Even if you do occasionally put me in death situations." Sam smiled a bit more as he talked.
"I'm a v-villain." Luke smirked a bit before lightly bonking him on the head. "That's w-what I do."
"You don't seem like much of a villain now." He commented smugly.
He rolled his eyes. "Y-ya right." He looked at his hand. Muttering something under his breath.
"Trying to set me on fire or something," he grinned widely at him.
There was a little sparkle in his eye as he held out his hand towards Sam's face. "You s-sure?~"
Sam jumped away, fear, or potentially, fake fear went through him. "Jeez! Can't you take a joke without making everything so literal?"
Luke laughed until flames began to come out of his mouth again.
Sam shook his head and went back to the fridge to get more ice, it had mostly melted, though the water drops it made immediately evaporated. "Y-You seem to be doing better, huh?"
"Told you~ stop putting ice on my head. Damn." He chuckled a bit.
"I couldn't tell, I-I've had people die on me before, and I still can't tell," Sam mumbled looking down, hidden sadness in his eyes which went away when he heard his friend start laughing hysterically.
"Sammy, You've a-almost killed me o-once before. Remember?"
Sam’s head snapped up. "What? Wait, when?
"When we first m-met. You threw me into a river." He chuckled a bit. "You jumped in after me when y-you saw I didn't come back up."
His face flushed faintly. "Well... ya! You know I didn't mean it, you were on fire! How was I supposed to know? I was a new hero here.”
He laughed more. "I was fucking t-throwing fireballs at you!" Small bits of blood tears came out of his eyes as he calmed down a bit.
"It was fun," Sam agreed.
He hummed softly as he pushed his black hair out of his face. "People didn't know who you were."
"Are you trying to take credit for making me known?" Sam asked, smiling playfully.
Luke chuckled a bit before shaking his head. "No, nobody knew me either."
"Mmmhm. D-do you ever miss your old life?" Sam asked curiously, pushing back his sweat-filled hair.
Luke nodded a bit. "Though, I can't go back." He laughed again as he scratched at a pale scar on his neck.
Sam’s eyes caught the motion easily. "Who gave you it?"
His face darkened a bit as he looked away. "My father."
He frowned, eyes filling with pity. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't your fault." Luke gave a crooked smile.
"Still, no one deserves that." He looked away before standing.
"Then go to the island and tell him that." Luke half-joked. Trying to keep things light.
Sam sighed, the tension gone. "Well, although I do looove being in this fire room, I think we should get back to the city.”
"Are you ok? I know it's hot in here." Luke lifted himself up slightly.
Sam shrugged a little, nearly losing his balance for a moment. "I d-don’t...”
"Sammy?!"
He quickly caught himself on the edge of the couch, taking a deep breath. "I don't care about myself right now, you're the one who got shot. I'm wondering if you feel good enough to go back?" He stood up again, tilting over slightly.
Luke chuckled a bit before sitting up as carefully. "Well, now that my flames are normal. I can be moved. Carefully, of course." He opened his hand, a golden flame flickered happily.
"G-Glad you're feeling better," Sam said, smiling lightly.
Luke frowned before standing. "We should get you out of here." Ignoring the stabs of pain.
"Yea. That may be a good idea." Sam nodded.
Luke pulled Sam out into another room that was much colder and a lot more suited for Sam. "This better?"
Sam closed his eyes and when he opened them they were at ease. "Yes. Why are you so nice to me, you could have easily just killed me, again." He mumbled.
Luke rolled his eyes before throwing Sam onto a couch. "You saved me. A lot."
"Yes, but I don't expect you to be like me," Sam said, looking back at Luke.
"What do you mean, Hero?" Luke sat down on one of the many chairs in this room.
"Well, we're different," Sam said, looking up at the ceiling. "Yes, I do like to call myself a hero. My intentions are mainly to save people and help them. But, you're not me, you're a different person, I may have saved you, but I didn't do it to get a free pass."
Luke hummed quietly as he crossed his legs. "I'm not giving you a free pass when I save you or even when I help you." He looked away. "We were friends. Even if we are different people."
"Right, keep forgetting. I've never really had a friend before." He said quietly.
Luke laughed a bit. "There is something we have in common."
“So what’s fire powers feel like?”
He rubbed his face a bit. "Well, it depends. When I don't use it, it feels like I have a fever. When I do, it's like someone splashing you with water. Er, without the fear of dying of course."
Sam chuckled before freezing.
"What's wrong?" He tilted his head a bit.
"Luke I gotta go.” Sam sat up. “I'm not sure who but uh, someone's attacking the city.”
"Ok. I'll show you out. You won't be able to open the door. Want me to come with you?" He stood up quickly and opened the exit door.
Sam looked uncomfortable while getting up quickly. "No it’s fine I can handle it."
He hummed a bit before smirking. "Well. This is my home away from home. If there is a new villain that is causing problems I'd help. Oh, and here." He threw a small orange rock at Sam.
He caught it and smiled. "What's this?"
"Well, next time you are worried I'm going to die, keep an eye on this rock. It's connected to my flame so if I get too cold, it will too. And if I get wounded to the point that I did today. It will burn a lot hotter."
He smiled while holding it. "Wow, thank you. I'll keep good care of it."
Luke clicked his tongue as he stared at the city. "No problem. Anyway, Want me to help you? I could be a hero for a day."
"I guess I wouldn’t mind the help," Sam admitted.
He smiled a bit. "Well, let's kick some ass. Probably, no murdering, right?"
"Um, yea, if you could help it." He smiled sheepishly.
"Alright. I'll try not to murder anyone." Luke pouted a bit but nodded. "Let's go?
