The Hero Knew That The Villain Would Never Make Such A Dumb Move To Get Caught But Yet They Did. Why

Prompt 133

The cell was damp, cold. Not even a barred window was spared. Hero sighed – Supervillain sure took their precautions.

“What I would give for a knight in shining armour,” they chuckled, mostly to themselves.

“You called?” A figure rounded the corner.

They gasped. “Villain...?”

“The one and only. And to answer that question,” they held out a hand, “perhaps your heart?”

“You shouldn’t trust me. I’ll make sutures out of your heartstrings and I won’t apologise when I use them to stitch myself back together.”

prompt from @gingerly-writing, which inspired this snippet!

The hero, seated in the chair before the villain’s desk, blinked. Neither said anything for a few, long seconds, then the hero cleared their throat. “That was dramatic. How long did it take you to come up with that?”

The villain’s lips thinned. Trust the hero not to take them seriously. 

“I am warning you,” they said tersely. “Stop asking me for help.”

“We’ve worked together before, and it’s turned out.”

“Not for the long-term. Not the way you’re describing.”

The hero leaned forward in their chair, their gaze too calm and steady and unafraid. “I never said I trusted you. I just need your assistance.”

“You never said you liked me either,” the villain said. “Yet I don’t see you denying that you do.”

This time, that got a reaction out of the hero. They leaned back, gaze flickering away from the villain. They cleared their throat again. “Yeah, so?”

“I have concluded that your mental processes are compromised. Very much so.”

A smile just barely tugged at the corner of the hero’s mouth as they glanced back at the villain, but the amusement was clear in their voice. “You have ‘concluded’? I would certainly be interested in seeing your research paper. How many pages is it? A hundred?”

The villain slammed their hands down on their desk and stood. Discomfort grew in their stomach as the hero didn’t flinch, just kept watching them as if they were no threat. As if they had never brought powerful men to their knees, as if they hadn’t overwhelmed the city’s police system for an entire month, as if they hadn’t fought the last menace who had resided here and won.

Two years ago, the hero would have had their weapons drawn in a blink of time. Today, the hero sat unarmed in their base.

“Let me make this clear to you,” the villain snapped. “This isn’t funny. Just because we don’t fight anymore, because I don’t send you home limping—”

“I think I sent you home limping—”

“Shut up.”

Slowly, the hero rose to their feet.

The villain continued, picking up momentum. “Lack of fights between us, this ‘peace’ you refer to, is all in your head. We are not allies. When you let down your guard you are giving me the opportunity to use you however I wish. I don’t know what you use to think, but it isn’t your brain. You’ve claimed I’m not as bad as the others, but do you think I won’t use the opportunity to claim more power?

“You give me your trust, your heart, and I’ll rip it to shreds. Do you know what I could do with you? What I could gain? Your body in my control could buy me a place within the Blood Stars. I could hand you off to a dozen different organizations and reap millions in benefit.”

“You could,” the hero said softly. They moved smoothly towards the villain, around the edge of their desk to stand before them. “But you won’t.”

The villain opened their mouth, and the hero pressed a finger to their lips.

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No Locked Doors - Part 1?

*For my sanity and because of my lack of braincells, Hero's pronouns are she/her and Villain's are he/him. Change as you like.*

She had locked the door when she left, Hero was sure of that. So, when the door handle turned without the key, her sense screamed at her to fight, to be ready.

She crept through the door, quietly tiptoeing into her home. She set her bag down on the ground, taking out her [weapon of choice.] She shut the door quietly with a click, cringing as the lock snapped shut. Whoever was here, it was better to be locked in with them than to let them escape. At least she hoped.

She bent her knees, lowering her center of gravity, praying it was enough to keep the creaky floorboards at bay. She stepped through her home, bracing herself against the wall separating her and her living room.

She listened closely; she'd check every room like this if she had to. She was tired, didn't want to deal with more fights. She just wanted to take a long, hot shower and wash away the day's grime. But she knew that rushing a possible home invasion would only add to that grime.

She waited, listen, keep her breath even and slow. She could hear her washing machine running in another room. She definitely didn't leave that running. She was days behind on laundry. Between saving the city and working her day job, there was hardly time to do little more than a load a day. She took one, deep breath and focused again. She could hear something soft. Someone breathing. They were shuddering breaths, like the person was stuck between being asleep and awake. Asleep. Someone was asleep in her home.

She took slow steps into her living room and curled up on her couch, clutching his arms close to his body, wearing tattered clothes and too many bandages was Villain.

Hero froze, staring. He was hurt.

Shit, Hero thought, unsure of how to act. She scanned his sleeping face. A shallow cut lined his jaw, which was covered in unshaved stubble, at least a couple of days worth. His eyebrows were scrunched, as if he was fighting for sleep. The state of her visitor was suddenly clear: he wasn't just hurt, he was beaten. Someone had taken him down hard, and now, sleeping on Hero's couch, he looked smaller than his six foot stature ever allowed. He looked scared, weak, and definitely not like the Villain that Hero knew.

She moved her eyes across the room. Sitting on her coffee table was her first aid kit, open and mostly empty, save for the scissors, needle, and some pain killers.

Hero sighed and relaxed. If Villain wanted a fight he would've started one. Right now, he was hurt, badly, and needed a place to go. Right now, his place wasn't safe, so he was here. And right now, Hero could take a shower without worrying about getting stabbed in the back.

She left a note for Villain just in case he woke up:

Yes, I know you're here. No, you don't have to leave. I'm just in the shower; I won't be long. I left a snack out if you're hungry.

Let's talk when I'm done.

- H.

Now, it was time for a shower.

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