#hero and villain
Prompt #28
“You blindly follow what you believe to be good, without looking at what they’re doing to innocent people - yet, I’m the bad guy”
“What are you even talking about [villain] ?”
“Your ‘team’ is fucking hurting people ! They’re doing harm to the people you so claim to want to protect and you call yourself a fucking hero — OPEN YOUR EYES !”
Prompt #21
“You know, you’d think you’d be a little bit more grateful for someone who saved you”
“You ? You can’t be fucking serious”
“Yes, [hero], I graciously saved you from a slow and painful death”
“What do you want ? A fucking cookie ?”
“A thank you would be enough”
Prompt #20
“Why don’t you accept that you’re human too ?! We all make mistakes you don’t have to torture yourself over them !”
Hero raised his voice unintentionally, with Villian not being able to react as fast as he once did. Shaking his head as he forced himself to keep going.
“Because I’m a monster, like you - and everyone else said,”
Hero felt his heart break, was he what caused this sudden decline ?
“No you’re not - I should’ve been trying to help you..not fight you - I made it worse with all of this ! You’re not a monster ! You’re just misguided and I can help you if you just let me,”
“I don’t deserve help,, from anyone”
Prompt #13
“A vague description of me ? Funny, you think that’s enough to understand me as you do claim to want”
“We can make it all better - you don’t have to be like this [villain] !”
“Don’t you know the old saying ? Good cannot exist without evil ? You’ll be out of a job if it weren’t for me”
“Please - I don’t care - I don’t care about my job ! I care about you,, ok ?!”
“Such aggression - so much emotion, I love it - one of the reasons I’m the way I am,, you just got too attached”
Prompt #12
“If you feel good doing good, why do you look so miserable ?”
“Miserable ? What do you mean ? I’m not-“
“Oh save your breath, I can sense the internalized insecurities and depression from here, been through some shit - want to protect others because no one protected [hero] when they needed it the most,”
“….”
“How was that ? Did I hit just in the right spot ? Did I get it correct ?”
“You smug fucking bastard —“
“You didn’t deny it”
Prompt #9
“Everything I touch feels light and weightless, and then the moment I can hold it to keep it, to get to know it - When I can somehow get close to it,, it’s gone. And then I’m alone with my thoughts all over again,”
Prompt #7
“If I had to choose between my own life and protecting yours, I’m sure you’d know what I’d choose”
“What the fuck do you me-“
“I mean you’re precious to me, [hero], despite how much you supposedly say you hate me - I really care about you,”
“Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me, [nickname for villain]”
“No,, never”
“You’re blushing and everything !”
Prompt #4
“Oh ? You think you’re strong enough to mess with me ?”
“Some blood and injury won’t stop me —“
“You know, for being a hero - you’re awful at self preservation. I can tell this fight won’t last very long”
Hero x Villain prompts
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These can be taken as both platonic and romantic!!
1. Villain realizes that Hero’s superior had been abusing them, and decides to take matters into their own hands
2. Whatever tf Doctor Doofenshmirtz and Perry the Platypus had going on
3. Villain aims a gun at Hero and fires. Hero flinched, only to realize that Villain shot the other villain about to strike them from behind.
4. Hero has Villain on knifepoint, but stabs the blade into the wall beside Villain’s head instead.
5. Villain sneaks extra food to Hero’s cell when they were being held captive in the main villain’s lair
6. Villain had once saved Hero’s life when they were kids but has no recollection of it, while Hero immediately recognized Villain as their childhood savior.
7. Hero and Villain runs into each other during a normal day while grocery shopping, and both aren’t sure what to do, because are we supposed to fight?? But it’s our day off and we’re not in a mission tho?? But that’s my enemy right there, I can’t just stand here and do nothing?? But if I attack first it’ll seem rude-
8. Hero and Villain being ex-childhood friends
9. Even worse better, EX-LOVERS
10. Villain helping Hero escape from the evil lair, but then getting punished and tortured by the main villain for it.
11. Grumpy Hero and sunshine Villain. That’s it.
12. It’s always badass female hero x morally gray male villain WHERE TF IS OUR SOFT MALE HERO X MORALLY GRAY HOT LADY VILLAIN
13. Or just make them the same gender and let the gays win
14. Or just yeet gender and make them non-binary that works too
15. Hero and Villain looking so so similar that people always mistake them as siblings, which enrages them both
16. “I am NOT related to this idiot-“ // “WELL AT LEAST I DIDN’T TRY TO DESTROY A WHOLE CITY”
17. “…and that’s how my mom abandoned me and I ended up in the evil side.” // “Ight screw prison, I’m taking you to therapy. I got the bills covered dw.”
18. Villain burning Hero’s home like their boss ordered them to, but then changing their mind and dragging an unconscious Hero out of the burning house at the last minute while cursing to themselves
19. “You shouldn’t have helped me.” // “Oh, so you want me to throw you into your burning house again, you ungrateful bish??”
20. Villain sacrificing their life to help Hero survive and escape, but Hero never knew about it because they weren’t there and nobody had the heart to tell them
21. Hero and Villain having the same religion and somehow going to the same church/temple/mosque, therefore always meeting there and it takes every ounce of their self control to not start a brawl in their praying spot
22.But they fought once anyway and they were permanently banned
23. Hero and Villain bonding over a common favorite animal
24. But the fighting again a second later over who’s gonna adopt the animal
25. “What do you MEAN you wanna adopt this cat- you’re too busy protecting the city and shiz, you won’t have time for it!” // “Well at least I don’t rob banks for a living-” // “WELL AT LEAST I CAN BE USEFUL AND ROB SOME CAT FOOD FOR IT AND BE A GOOD PARENT”
Remembering the times that I did BNHA Villain AU before so bringing it back.
“You’re late.”
Sidekick froze in spot, not turning around from facing the front door they had just closed.
“V-Villain… I- I didn’t think you were gonna be aw-awake…”
Villain simply replied with two words. Two words that sent a cold shiver through Sidekicks spine with the way it was said.
“Turn around.”
With a slight whimper, Sidekick slowly turned around, their legs feeling like they would fail on them at any moment.
Villains cold eyes met with theirs, only making sidekick avert their eyes to the ground quickly.
“Your mission ended at 11pm. Its now two in the morning, care to explain yourself?”
Sidekick gulped, trying to think of anythingtheycould use as in excuse. “A- a uhm…. I got… I got l-lost….?”
Villain stoop up, their boots thudding along the floor and stopping right infront of sidekick.
There was a tense silence before Vil1lin roughly slammed Sidekick against the wall by their throat and leaned in, whispering against Sidekicks ear, “You’re a terrible liar. Tell me, were you or were you not with hero.”
Sidekick yelped their arms flying up in the air, “I-I was!!! I’m sorry Viallain, please, I’m so so sorry…” Villains grip tightened, “Not sorry enough, but don’t worry-” Their grip tightened, “I’ll fucking make you sorry.”
Whump Prompts #48: Self-Sacrifice
CW:kidnapping, illness, curses, magic whump, self-harm, torture, experimentation, inhuman whumpees
Experimentation:
Whumper is draining whumpee A of blood for an experiment; whumpee B steps in so whumper can take their blood instead
Whumper has been experimenting heavily on whumpee A; whumpee B sees that A is declining quickly and offers themself for whumper’s experiment
Heroes and villains:
Villain has kidnapped sidekick and is torturing him; hero takes sidekick’s place, knowing that sidekick can succeed him as hero
Sidekick saves hero from villain’s attack and gets gravely injured; hero snaps but has to decide between attacking villain and taking care of sidekick
Villain kidnaps civilian and threatens hero with civilian’s death; hero rescues civilian knowing that it’s all a trap and villain just wants hero dead
Supervillain orders villain to kill hero; villain makes the fatal choice to save hero instead
Immortality:
Whumpee becomes a royal bodyguard; when whumper kidnaps the royal to execute them, whumpee volunteers instead, but neither the royal nor whumper know that he’s immortal
Whumper threatens whumpee’s team; immortal whumpee makes a deal: whumper will kill him once for every team member that was saved; only whumpee knows that he can only come back to life a certain number of times
Magic/curses:
Inhuman whumpee has their scales/feathers/blood etc. harvested for a spell to find others like them; whumpee decides to kill themself so the magic won’t work
Whumpee has been cursed and is very sick; caretaker can’t bear to see whumpee suffer and manages to shift the curse so they’re the one dying instead
Team whump:
Whumpee is on the run with a team and for whatever reason their affiliation with the group puts everyone in extreme danger; whumpee gives themself up to whumper to protect everyone
Whumper gives whumpee an enchanted dagger, telling him that his soul is the only thing that will save his team; whumpee stabs himself to save everyone
“Just stop it! Okay?” Hero said, palms white pressed against the door of their reinforced glass box. “You win, Villain. You don’t have to continue your monologue, just let me out. Please. You win. I give up. You win.”
Villain laughed, he’d acknowledge that Hero was a good actor, but not good enough. He hadn’t begun to threaten anyone yet. Right now was just about trapping Hero. He knew Hero never gave up so easily, he was too good.
“I’m not falling for it,” Villain said, eyeing Hero. The box was already lowered into the ground and their henchmen were beginning the burying process. “You’re staying in there until I’m finished.” Villain paused momentarily, maybe it wasn’t entirely an act. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of air and I’ll get you out when I’m done. You won’t die. I just can’t have you interfering with my plans.” Afterall, Villain had made a promise to Superhero.
“I won’t!” Hero screamed. “I promise. I won’t do anything. Please, let me out.” Tears fell down Hero’s face, Villain realized. Not that it would do much, but it was different than Hero’s usual behavior. Acting, Villain told themselves. It had to be acting.
Dirt came up to Hero’s chest now. The hole was half-way filled and Hero still shouted. Didn’t they realize that Villain wasn’t going to let them out? Maybe there was someone that Hero was trying to protect. “You’re not leaving, but I’ll give you one request, before I go.” That should be enough appease Hero’s panic. Not that it was important. Fake panic didn’t need to be appeased.
“Just let me out,” Hero said, “I won’t leave, just get me out of here. Please. I can’t— You can put me in a cell or something. Anything. I won’t fight you. Just—put me somewhere else. Please.”
“Come on, Hero,” Villain said, calling Hero out on his lie, “we both know you aren’t claustrophobic. Give it up.”
“I’m not—This isn’t—Please—I—” Hero wasn’t making any sense, but their breathing was getting harsher on Villain’s ears. Maybe this wasn’t acting. Maybe it was a real panic attack.
“Stop,” Villain instructed their henchman. They leapt into the hole, landing on Hero’s glass cage and peered down as Hero crumpled into a ball. Not very heroic, Villain thought. Granted, neither were the choking sobs.
Okay. So, Villain may have overestimated the man’s acting ability. He could acknowledge that. On the other hand, this could be a problem if he hadn’t but…
His hands fumbled for the key to the lock for the top access point of the cage. Frankly, this cage had to many access points and, as such, required far too many keys. Eventually he found the right key and pulled the lid up and away. Hero hadn’t even noticed. Sighing, Villain dropped into the half-buried cage himself.
“Hey,” he said, resting a hand on Hero’s back, “What’s up? You aren’t claustrophobic. I know that.”
“Please let me out,” Hero said. “I’m not dead this time. I’m not dead. I’m not dead.” Hero carried on with their mantra repeating it like a desperate prayer.
“Of course, you’re not dead,” Villain said, struggling to pull Hero to their feet. “You’re annoyingly alive.”
“Please don’t bury me again,” he asked between shallow breaths.
“I won’t,” Villain said. This was an honest panic attack—he’d never imagined that Hero would go into one. He didn’t mean to trigger Hero. That wasn’t in his plans. Really it wasn’t. He hoped he’d be able to convince Superhero of that later. Either way, they both needed to get out of here. “Henchman!” he called as he hoisted himself up and out of the container. He really needed to work on his upper body strength.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Help me pull Hero up.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Positive,” Villain said, reaching his hands down to Hero. “Hero, give me your hand.”
And the hero looked up at him, grabbing both his and Henchman’s hands.
Oooh, I never considered a glasscoffin for this purpose before! What a neat idea.
Prompt 342
“All this exposed skin,” the villain purred as she slowly looked up and down the hero’s new suit, “Tells me you’re dying for a hands-on approach.”
Very fun! Thanks for a great prompt,@nuttynutcycle!
CW: rated S for Spicy
“Oh yeah?” The hero cocked a hip boldly, jutted her chin. “Come and see how that works for you, babe.”
The villain cackled but no, she did not take the bait. She was properly prepared, all gloved and covered up against those bare arms and legs and now that midriff too, shimmering with magic and pain, but she was no fool to let pride drag her into a trap. To let the hero bait her into a physical fight instead a psychological one. And god, it was almost embarrassing how vulnerable the hero was to a little flirting.
“I particularly love the short shorts. Planning to electrocute me between those gorgeous thighs?”
“Enough chatter,” the hero snapped, even as her face darkened to a gorgeous shade of copper. She raised her fists and set into a ready position that was no joke. “Surrender, or we can do this the hard way.”
“Ooh, I’d love to do you the hard way,” the villain fired back, hand on her holster. “Why don’t you be a good girl and turn that light show off?”
“I wish,” the hero muttered, flicking sparks off her shoulder.
The villain stopped dead. “What?”
“I said, you wish,” the hero cried, something new in her eyes. Horror. Panic.
“Wait,” the villain said, flipping rapidly back through everything she knew about the hero, every encounter they’d had. “You… can turn that power off, right? You’re not permanently stuck in electrocution mode?”
The hero let out a howl of rage and flung herself at the villain. The villain drew her blaster but hero was already on her, simply batted it away. A few swift strikes and the villain found herself bleeding from a painfully throbbing nose, pinned flat on her back.
Somehow none of that seemed to matter as the hero straddled her, eyes scrunched and breath heaving in her chest far beyond the simple exertion required. The cuffs were in her hand and she did not move to put them on her prisoner as the villain’s gloved hand pressed across the bare skin of the hero’s muscled abs.
“Oh, you poor thing,” whispered the villain. The wiring in the gloves sizzled furiously but held. “Has no one been touching you the way you deserve to be touched?”
The hero shuddered so hard she almost fell off.
“It’s okay, let me have you,” the villain said, daring to pull her other hand free to place it on the other side of the hero’s waist. The buzzing intensified exponentially but it was nothing the villain couldn’t handle.
A sharp yank and a sudden twist, and they rolled. Suddenly it was villain rolled atop hero, who arched beneath them as they dug their grip in tight on that shimmering skin.
“The costume’s fine. Honestly.” the villain whispered, running their hands up the sides of hero’s body, barely breathing as sparks flamed away. “But if you don’t like it, tell them to stuff this costume where it came from. Nobody gets to make you suffer.”
“Except you?” the hero moaned, high and breathy, and the villain thought between that sound and the frantic vibration of her suit she might just combust on the spot.
“Oh darling,” the villain gasped, letting their hand roam up the hero’s arm towards those cuffs. “Suffering is the last thing I’m going to make you feel.”
“Wait!” The villain froze as the hero’s eyes snapped open, blinking away the haze. “Wait, [Villain]. You… you’re right. I can’t turn it off.” And then the hero’s face split into her winning grin. “But I can turn it up.”
The sparks screamed as they multiplied across the hero’s glimmering skin. The villain screamed too as the protective wiring in her suit failed, as her body seized in hero’s current, as everything flashed to static…
And she woke up tucked neatly into a hotel bed a note on the nightstand: Called the Agency. I’m getting my old costume back. Thanks.
“Good girl,” murmured the villain dizzily and heaved herself up to make her escape before the cavalry could arrive. And if she smiled as she limped home, well. That was no one’s business but hers. And maybe hero’s.
“I know this is going to sound crazy but I need you to hear me out,” the sidekick begged to the henchman in front of them.
“Make it quick,”
“Hero and villain are the same person,”
Oh nice.
The villain had to admit, they were not immune to the sight of the hero kneeling before them.
“…cannot fight two wars at once,” the hero was saying, steady and dignified, their clenched jaw the only sign of their tension. “In a choice between the annihilation of my people or surrender, I come to negotiate terms that will be mutually beneficial against a common enemy.”
“Interesting,” the villain said, popping a grape into their mouth. They had day dreamed about this, though their version typically involved a couple guards to hold the hero down. Never had they dreamed the hero would give themselves up of their own accord. “Or, I could make smart decision and sit back, watch you and this new challenger exhaust yourselves, and then swoop in to pick up the pieces.”
The hero’s jaw clenched even tighter. “If you do nothing, the only pieces left for you will be salted fields and mass graves,” they said, almost smoothly enough to hid the raw anger under their words. “I did think you were more avaricious than that.”
“Careful, you’re throwing insults,” the villain said, standing to their feet. “That’s not very appropriate when you’re begging me to save you. No, no - stay down.”
The hero took in a great, shuddering breath, but sank back down to their knees from where they had started to rise. Their face was flushed and their hands clenched around the mudstained hem of their tunic, but they kept their glare fixed on the villain’s. The villain didn’t mind. They held the hero’s gaze with a grin as they strolled down the steps of their dias.
“There will be no negotiation,” the villain hummed, savoring the fury and the helplessness in the hero’s face. “I get your throne. And I get you.”
The hero jerked back as if struck. They did not break eye contact, the villain had to hand it to them. But there was no surprise. Just a despairing acceptance that the worst was happening. “A… a marriage alliance is certainly a solution I am prepared to consider,” the hero said.
“Oh, if this were a marriage proposal I’d be the one on my knee.” The villain reached out and ran a hand through the hero’s hair. Just because they could. The hero shuddered deliciously under their touch as the villain leaned in. “You’ll be mine,” the villain whispered in their longtime rival’s ear. “Whatever I choose to call you, however I choose to use you.”
“I’m not accepting that,” the hero breathed out.
“You don’t have a choice-” the villain started.
“-unless you guarantee my people’s safety,” the hero finished, eyes fixed past the villain. They were trembling but still so defiant, so brave. “Half your best forces to my borders within the week, another quarter within the month. And no throwing my people off their land - you take them as your own to defend.”
The villain stopped in their tracks. Looked down at the hero. “I said no negotiations.”
The hero managed a faint smile. “And yet here we are. Negotiating.”
The villain drew their dagger. The hero closed their eyes but did not flinch. “Look at you,” the villain hummed, teasing the hero’s chin up with the edge of the blade. “Out of friends, out of soldiers, out of resources. Begging on your knees and you still don’t realize your position.”
The hero swallowed again, throat bobbing against the knife. “Take my deal,” they said, the self sacrificing idiot. “Save my people. And in return…” Their hand wrapped around the villain’s wrist, warm and gently promising. “In return, I suppose you can teach me my position.”
The smart play was to do nothing. The smart play was to wait this war out. But the hero was on their knees, on their knees, offering the villain everything… The villain couldn’t say no to that. And they didn’t.
“We get a victory out of this teamup. What do you get?”
The supervillain didn’t bother hiding his smirk. “Target practice.”
Been sitting on this one for a while - finally had the chance to finish it up! Thanks for a great prompt @gingerly-writing!
CW: horror movie levels of gore
The hero made it two thirds of the way into the enemy base before it was too much. They grabbed for the the wall and emptied the contents of their stomach across the dirt flagstone floor.
“Protein spill?” laughed the supervillain behind them and smoothly beheaded the remaining creature dragging itself over the other body pieces across the floor. The hero clenched their eyes shut and willed themselves not to heave again. “No wonder [Superhero] needed me to do the deed if you’re the toughest she’s got.”
The hero wiped their face, kicked dirt over their sick, and picked their crossbows back up. “Yep,” they said hoarsely, swallowing against the taste of bile in their throat. “You’re right, tough guy. Let’s get you to today’s bad guy, so you can go back to being the worst bad guy and we’ll all be happy again. Yay.”
They stepped carefully over the remains of the poor brainless creatures who’d had the misfortune to be guarding this corridor and stomped deeper into the necromancer’s lair, leaving the supervillain to bring up the rear. If the supervillain was offended, they showed no sign, their footsteps sauntering along behind their guide.
“I’ve always wondered,” the supervillain rumbled as the hero led the way, eyes wide for any other nests of minions and ears perked for the sound of the superhero’s decoy attack up above. “How someone with your particular skill set wound up on [Superhero]’s side and not mine.”
“What skill set is that?” the hero sighed, gesturing the supervillain’s attention to a tripwire. They both stepped over it, the hero having to give a little extra hop.
“The sharpshooting, darling. Putting that bolt or bullet or dart anywhere at will? I’d kill to have that power on my side!” the supervillain enthused. “You ought to be one of the most lethal persons in this whole cape business. Yet you languish on the B list with your silly little trick shots and joke ammo. Heads!”
The hero whirled and fired. The bolts of their crossbows punctured flawlessly through the - no. They forced their brain not to process. Two clean shots center head mass; two targets down one shot each.
The supervillain whistled their approval, lowering their own weapon to guard stance as the hero reloaded, eyes anywhere but on the bodies. “Case in point. Damn,” they said, nudging at the downed zombies with their boot. “All this time I imagined you reined in by your allies. Chafing at the bit to unleash your full potential. Never, never did it occur to me the white hats’ little assassin can’t stand the sight of a little blood.”
“I don’t have - !” The hero stopped, caught their breath. The supervillain tilted their head and gave their sword a playful little twirl. Gore flicked off the end. “Not an assassin. And I’m fine with a little blood, thanks. This has not been a little blood.” They hoisted their bows pointedly, stomped past the supervillain. “Anyway, great talk but let’s keep it mission-focused, eh?”
A hand grabbed the back of their shirt. A sharp sword point rested against the back of their neck.
The hero dove forward with a twist that snapped them free. They landed in a shoulder roll with a tuck and a half, came up on their knees, both crossbows aimed at the supervillain’s head, center mass.
“Whoa, just a slip in the muck, friend!” the supervillain exclaimed, hands raised innocently. “Goodness, someone’s jumpy. Keep those things aimed somewhere else -”
Abruptly the supervillain swung. The hero flattened themselves as the sword sliced through, came back up - to be smacked painfully across one wrist, grabbed by the other. The crossbows sprung into the floor and the wall, and the supervillain took the hero down to the ground.
“God, would you look at that?” the supervillain purred, easily pinning the hero’s empty hands above their head. “Had me dead to rights and still didn’t fire. It breaks my heart, to see a gift like yours go to waste.”
“I’ll break your damn head, you traitor!” the hero yelled, thrashing furiously. “I didn’t ask for this fucking curse!”
The supervillain grabbed their dagger and the hero froze, the blade razor sharp against their neck.
“Interesting,” the supervillain said, breathing a little hard, staring into the hero’s eyes as if trying to bore their way right to the brain. “That does explain a lot. Makes the easy way a little easier, the hard way much harder. But oh…” The supervillain ran the dagger tip down the hero’s throat. The hero’s breath caught at the heat in that gaze. “Oh, so much more fun.”
And then just as abruptly the supervillain stood, dagger away, sword back in ready position. The hero floundered to their feet, breath heaving, crossbows unsteady in their hands as they grabbed them up.
“Oh calm down,” the supervillain said with an eye roll, taking the lead without being asked, turning their back easily as if nothing had happened. “You’d think you’d never heard of sparring before.”
“You’re insane!” the hero gasped, not lowering their weapons from the supervillain’s upper rib cage area.
The supervillain stopped. Looked back over their shoulder. The hero took a step back. “I assure you,” the supervillain said. “I’m very, very sane. I’ve got what I need here. It’s time to focus on today’s target, mm hm?”
“You got what?” the hero asked.
The supervillain twirled their sword again, gave the hero a smile. “Target practice. Keep up now.”
And they walked off towards the fight.
Prompt 163
“I thought I knew you.”
“You thought,” Villain laughed, “and how I know you hate to be wrong.”
Originally posted under the URL @shsl-whump on July 9th, 2020 for this promptby@whumpmasinjuly
WARNING: captivity, being publicly broadcast, threats of torture, a non-con kiss
The Hero’s eyes flicked between the various camera drones hovering about the big, empty conference room. “You know, if you just wanted an interview, you could have gone through my agency…”
Despite the quipping words, the Hero could feel his heart rate pick up as his gaze couldn’t help but fall on the table of various painful looking items that he had been trying his best to ignore.
The Villain laughed. “Fair, but then I would have had to deal with the waiting list. Besides…” She looked the Hero up and down, smirking. “…I like this set-up.”
The Hero frowned and tried not to squirm against the ropes keeping him tied to the chair.
“Young, unknown, inexperienced…” The Villain approached the Hero with a spread of her arms. “Is the new Team leader up to snuff, that’s what this city wants to know…!”
She stopped just in front of the Hero and began to trace a slow finger down and under his jawline, meeting his faltering glare with a condescending smile. “And that is what I’m here to answer for everyone.”
“I wasn’t aware you cared so much,” the Hero retorted tightly.
The Villain pouted. “Hey, this is my city too, and I can’t be going up against anybody.”
She gave the Hero a light smack on the cheek and turned away, sauntering over to that foreboding table. “That’s why you’re here…” She ran a slow hand over the assortment of tools - the blades, the whips, the electric prods, the screwdrivers - and began to push the table towards the Hero. “To see if you can pass probably the most basic test of a hero.”
The Hero fidgeted, eyeing the table as the Villain wheeled it right alongside him. He couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t betray his rapidly beating heart.
“I have a building in this city set to blow,” the Villain said casually, picking up a saw blade and examining it. “And you’re the only one who can stop it.”
“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” the Hero said through grit teeth.
“By making a simple choice.” The Villain pressed the saw blade against the Hero’s neck. “Ask me to let you go, and I will. But that building will suffer the consequences for it.”
The Villain dropped the saw blade and glided over to the Hero’s side. She seized his jaw in a deceptively gentle hold and forced his head up. “Or… you could take the building’s place, so to speak. Ask me to do anything I want to you.”
Ice filled the Hero’s veins. The Villain’s hand, tracing down the side of his face, felt unbearably hot.
“Take it all like a good little hero,” the Villain said, “and I will let everyone else know where that building is.”
…He wasn’t hesitating. Of course he wasn’t hesitating. He knew what he had to do, and he had to do it, but–
The Hero’s eyes flicked from the Villain, to the table, to the many camera drones pulling down to get a good close up of his face. Now the whole city could see how scared he was.
But that didn’t matter. His emotions didn’t matter. All that mattered was what he did next.
The Hero swallowed. “…Fine.”
The Villain raised an eyebrow. “Hm? What’s that?”
“Do whatever you want to me.”
“Ah, ah, what’s the magic word?”
God, she couldn’t be serious. The Hero met her gaze again, glaring with all the anger and frustration he still had in him.
“Please,” he said, voice shaking with he did not know what. “Do whatever you want to me.”
The Villain smiled. “Well, if you insist.”
She leant down and kissedhim.
A prisoner exchange should be something simple, easily done, with both prisoners happy to return to their own side. But when the Hero’s team shows up with the Villain’s henchman, and he sees the Villain, he falls to his knees and starts begging, sobbing, to not be sent back there.
Villain sees this and smiles, tightening their grip on their own prisoner’s bound wrists as everyone else tries to think of what could have this man pleading for his life.
