Prompt #24
Villain raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. “Are you drunk?”
“Does it matter?” Hero replied with a slight slur, “we’re all doomed to die alone anyways. What’s the point of my job if I can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor? Has the life I’ve succumbed myself to contribute so less to my happiness? Are humanity and I to forever wilt in this parasitical relationship the media has gilded? Could the idea of karma only exist to ease the minds of those who have been wronged?” Hero paused for a moment to catch her breath, which her amused fiancé took as an opportunity to interject.
“I think it’s time for bed, —”
“What?” the crime-fighter asked, snapping out of her dazed stance and now fully listening to her partner.
The criminal laughed. “Let’s get in bed, love.”
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The ghost at night
"Your wrists are so tiny," the villain muttered, something unreadable in their dark eyes. They had the hero's wrist close to their face, examining it as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. They were so close ... too close for comfort. The hero tried to put distance between them, but the wall was already at their heel.
"Oh, piss off," the hero growled, mustering every bit of their last courage.
A smile flashed on the villain's face, and they leaned in closer causing Hero to move back until their skull knocked against the brick wall. Villain leans in until their lips brush the shell of their ear, and blew air into their ear - a taunt too see their reaction. Hero can’t help but react, squirming under the villain, trying to break free. This only delighted villain, villain's small laugh sends shivers down hero's spine. If it wasn't for the support of the wall they would be sent to their knees.
"To do that, you have to make me," the villain whispered. Hero squirmed even more. The villain pushed them further into the wall. "Are you going to fight me?" they taunted.
The hero regretted saying yes to the villain. Ever since the hero agreed to train with them, it has been lesson after lesson in anger management. The villain's endless taunts and 'innocent touches,' which they claimed were accidental, drove the hero insane. The villain ruins everything. They sure as hell ruin the hero’s nights, the villain haunted their tired mind like they paid rent.
"Fight me, hero," the villain growled, slamming the hero's wrist into the wall. The hero groaned at the impact. "Push me away."
So the hero did exactly that. They used their suppressed anger in each attempt to push away the villain. At last, the villain was on the ground, and the hero was marching out of the room.
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okay.. your gonna possibly ask where are the greens?.. sigh - well i hate buttercup hobo guy outfit and brute looks like a legit prostitute with a micro short skirt, and just a darn bra, did not bother to choose a crop top shirt..this is making me second guess to even give credit moving forward; "cause its okay to dress a teenager in that way" ugh
buttercup at least shes clothed but good grief brutes outfit choice is uncomfortable to look at. buttercup outfit looks like a tragedy that shouldn't have been a thing.
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"I can't deny Grian was Phoenix any longer. Both went missing at the same time. The link was clear even without my insight. The news just avoided the subject internally. I think they tried covering that a top hero vanished.
The new villain has an official name, I thought Watcher was a nice name. He's called Xelqua. Finally got tired of my nickname and told me. Only thing I've heard from him yet.
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Prompt #23
Superhero scowled at the sight before them. Hero and Sidekick have been on Hero’s phone for the past three contemplating on how to reply to Villain.
“You know, when I was your age, we relied on our wit and personality to be able to ‘get with’ our desired partner. We didn’t have hours to decide what to say nor did we have the internet to guide us though what response might imply what,” Superhero lectured the younger crime-fighters.
Sidekick glanced up and remarked, “That’s because you had other resources to look to. Like Moses and the Beatles.”
“Besides,” Hero drawled, “if you were so keen on having face-to-face conversations with your potential other, why don’t you suck it up and ask Mentor out?”
Superhero’s cheeks warmed. “That’s- That’s different.” Hero let out a ‘mhm’, while Sidekick snickered beside them.
“I swear to god, you both spend half the energy you put into this into your work and there wouldn’t be any villains left in the city,” Superhero murmured.
Hero let out a tsk. “Priorities, Superhero. Priorities.”
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