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prompt

"Could you at least pretend that your listening to my speech?" The villain crossed their arms. "That's very impolite, you know."

"I know." Hero yawned, trying to free their arms, but the rope tying them to the chair didn't move.

Villain put their hands on their hips. "I bet you listen to you meetings, so why aren't you listening to me?"

"I don't listen in my meetings either."

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“It’s always: ‘Who’s blood is this?’ Or ‘Where did the blood come from?’ “ Villain crossed their blood soaked arms before their chest. “But it’s never ‘How is the blood?’ “

Hero stared at them, confusion written all over their face. “What?”

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No Where To Go

The hero stood in the doorway of the villain little apartment, a crooked smile on their perfect face. A genuine smile, and not the smile they put on for the cameras.

"What the fuck." That was all the villain could say. "Why do you know where I live?"

The hero let their fingers run through their hair. "Huh, uhh... Funny story, actually."

They put their hands together, forcing on their camera-smile. "I might have followed you home on some occasions."

The villain stuttered something they couldn't even decipher themselves, tugging at the hem of their night shirt, cheeks heating up.

Hero? Following them home? "Why!?"

"You see..." The hero suddenly looked... nervous? Villain shook their head. Impossible. But the way their enemy smiled, looked away, clapped their hands together just to unclasp them a moment later seemed... Well, like they were nervous.

"See what."

"See... I didn't really have where to go..." They put on an apologetic smile. "So I temporarily followed you, so I had something to do."

The criminal still couldn't get over the fact that they hadn't even noticed being followed. They just stood, in their doorway, pushing a single shoe away with their foot so it wasn't in the way.

"But now..?"

"I'd like to stay," the hero said. "Only for a little while."

"And in return I get..?" The villain tilted their head. They would let the hero into their messy home, but they were not doing it without getting anything in return.

"Pardon?"

"What do I get out of it?"

The heros smile dropped and their brows furrowed. Of course, they had thought about what the villain could be given in return, they weren't dumb. Money, a day where the hero let them get away with a crime (as if they weren't doing it already).

But seeing villain now, in the comfort of their home sparked someone in them. They grinned. "What would you like?"

Now it was villains turn to stay silent. What did they want? They didn't know, but they couldn't keep standing in the doorway like this. They could think of something later.

"I'm... Not sure yet, but I definitely want something in return! Now, get in before one of my neighbors sees you."

"Thank you," the hero smiled as they politely made their way into villains messy apartment.

Villain let out a sigh. This night was going to be long.

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Prompt

Hero was lying face first on Villains chest, snuggling in while half asleep. Villain combed their hand through their locks while watching some reality tv show, eyes fixed on the screen.

They wished this moment would last forever. But they knew that tomorrow, all this would be over

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Prompt

TW: blood, gore

“You died!,” hero yelled, taking i step back, shaking their bloody hands and splattering the red liquid on the pavement. “I just killed you! Why are… How are you still alive!?”

The on-lookers gasped, policemen dragged civilians away from the scene.

Villain laughed, ripping the open wound on his chest wider open. Between the misplaced and broken ribs and lungs, covered by infinitely flowing blood glowed something red. A replica of a heart, glowing, pulsing.

The villain grinned, perfectly white teeth stained red. “The dead don’t die.”

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Look At Me

The ground was cold and damp from the day before. It had been raining a little, but otherwise it had been warm. But it was getting dark and the temperature was dropping.

Or at least Villain thought it was getting dark. There was nothing around then. Nothing. Nothing but a black void.

They rubbed their hands on their jeans, taking a deep breath. They were past the panic state. Now, they were just sitting, still as a rock, calming themselves and listening.

It had struck so suddenly. They had been jogging, they hadn’t expected to get into a fight and-

Footsteps, then barking, not far away. The Villain's head turned to the noise. Somewhere in the darkness a pair of shiny orbs appeared. As the steps got louder, the orbs grew.

They weren't ready to fight. They couldn’t fight. They needed to leave, to get away, to-

“Villain?”

Oh no, no no no no no-

The orbs, green and shiny, were right in front of them now. Something touched their hand, rough, cold and damp. Villain jumped, but something heavy and warm landed on their shoulder, accompanied by heros familiar voice. “Hey, Villain, it's alright. You hear? Calm down, no need to panic. It’s just me. I’m not here to fight.”

Villain shook their head, turning away from the piercing green things. They wanted to say something, but all that came out was a slightly breathless whimper.

“Hey, Villain,” hero tried again, and the warmth from their shoulder touched their cheek. Heros hands were rough, but soft at the same time. “Look at me.”

“I can’t,” they squeaked. “I- I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“No.” It was quiet. Both Villains answer and the forest around them. No birds were chirping. It had probably gotten dark by now.

After another beat of silence, the warmth disappeared. “Can you stand?”

“No.”

“Are you hurt?” Hero’s voice was just as warm as the hand they put on the villain's back.

Villain leaned back into the warmth, head hanging low as they whispered: “I don’t know.”

They took a deep breath, head snapping up as they stared into the nothingness. Out of the corner of their “vision” they saw the green orbs. “I can’t see.”

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Prompt

Villain stared at the pastries, head slightly tilting to the right. “I’ll take this one and… this.”

The woman behind the counter started to put the donuts in a bag. “Anything else?”

“No-“

“Yeah, one black coffee, please.”

Villain whipped around, staring straight at hero. “Plain black? Seriously?”

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Prison brake

“What are you doing?” Villain drew their knees closer to their chest, slightly tilting their head as hero inspected the lock of the cell.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” They turned around and walked over to the wall villain was sitting against. “Inspecting the cell and finding a way out. You could help me, you know.”

“How?”

“Stand by the door and tell me when someone’s coming.”

And so the criminal got up and leaned against the cell door, eyes darting around the room on the other side. Opposite them was another cell, identical to their own. One bed, one toilet, one desk.

Something clinked behind them, and villain turned their head to see the hero do something behind the bed.

They looked back into the long corridor, pushing their cheeks against the cold bars, but pulling away a second later. Who knew what these bars had gone through. By the look of the cell they weren’t the first ones here.

“Everything clear?,” hero asked from behind them. They pushed the bed aside, pulling the plate in front of the vent and resting it against the wall. Of course there was a grit. Hero gripped their half broken knife harder.

Villain rubbed their sleeve over their cheek. “Yep.”

“Good. Keep looking.”

After a few seconds of almost silence villain could make out something like footsteps in the distance. It was faint, but it was there. “Someone’s coming.”

“Come here and help!,” hero whispered as they put the plate back on the vent and went on to lift the bed. Villain helped push it back against the wall as quietly as possible.

The footsteps stopped and the sound of keys twisting in a rusted lock filled the silence.

“Are they still there?,” hero asked, quiet enough that only villain with their enhanced hearing could understand.

“Yeah.”

Some clinking, then a barely audible “Get out!” along with the shuffling of clothing and rattling of chains. Then two pairs of steps started back down the hall, getting quieter and quieter.

“They’re gone,” villain whispered. “And now?”

Hero stepped back and shifted the bed back, pulling the plate away and screwing out the last screw of the grit. Carefully, they put the grit on the other side and made some space. “Get through.”

Villain got down on their knees and slipped through, wondering for a second how Hero would squeeze through the hole with their massive frame, but the crime fighter seemed to barely have any problems with that. Villain waited as they pulled the bed back against the wall and put the plate up as best as possible.

The air smelled horrible. The sewers were uncomfortably warm. Villain looked around, trying their best to not look around the water. Then, they turned their gaze to hero.

“How-“

“I broke out of prison once. Don’t ask.” Hero started walking down the sewers as if it was the most normal thing to do. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Unless you wanna get caught?”

“I’m coming!”

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Newspapers

Villain peeked out from behind the corner. Hero was talking to some random civilians who they had rescued from a house from, or whatever.

They would research this later. The criminal gripped their notepad harder, crinkling the paper slightly. They took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the street.

"Civilians are not allowed to enter this area. Please leave." The police officer looked down at them, looking at them with annoyance and slight disgust.

"Sir, I'm a reporter for CityNews Today-"

"I don't care. Leave."

And so, villain turned around. They would not fight people in their civilian identity. Why would they put their private life at risk?

While Speedwalking from the closed off area, they started to hear approaching footsteps. Their first instinct was to run. But no. They were a civilian. A reporter. They didn't do anything wrong - well, their civilian identity hadn't.

"Hey, Villain?"

Fuck. Villain froze on the spot, head shooting to the side and wide eyes staring at hero.

"It is you! How nice." Hero towered over them, smiling politely and glancing down at the villains hands. "Reporter, eh? Didn't think that's a thing you would do."

The criminals throat was dry. They had suspected that Hero had figured out their identity, but they hadn't expected them to actually talk to them like this.

"Yeah...uhm..." Villain pressed their notebook closer to their chest. "It was always like... like a dream job, I guess?"

Hero laughed, putting a hand on their shoulder and leading then into an alley. Villains heart dropped, and they almost punched the hero and ran.

But they didn't. Because how would that look. A reporter, running away from a hero. "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course," hero beamed, leaning against the wall. "That's why we're here. I was hoping you'd ask that."

Villain immediately took out a pen. "Alright."

They searched for a good starting question. While reading through them, they crossed off some weird or useless ones they had written down while either hungry or at the edge of falling asleep.

"Your face is red-"

"Shut it! First question: You've very likely heard of the Superhero corruption scandal-"

"I have and I'm not answering questions regarding that."

Villain quietly cursed under their breath and crossed out about half of their questions. "Okay...uhm..."

They scratches their head with their pen. "What about the situation with Other Hero's Sidekick injury? Will they be returning to their job?"

"I am not allowed to answer that. Also, I don't know."

Villains head shot up, glaring at them with a stare used only on hostages.

Hero only chuckled. "There's nothing I can do, love. If I spill, they'll fire me, they made that clear."

"Then what am I supposed to ask you!?"

"I don't know. My favorite food?"

Villain lightly scratched the back of their notepad, then let out a long sigh. "Fine, what is it?"

"I don't know. If I like it, I eat it. Never bothered to pick a favorite."

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Christmas snippet :)

Villain awkwardly stared at their hands, glancing up at hero every now and then.

They've never been to heros place before, why should they, they were enemies.

But we'll, villain didn't want to spend Christmas alone. Usually, they celebrated with Supervillain and some others in their company, but this year, that hadn't worked out.

They could feel the way heros mother was eyeing them suspiciously. Because of course she would. Even though villain tried to keep their civilian identity separate from their criminal one, heros mother must have at least a suspicion about their job.

Because of course both heros mother and sister were heros. And of course he had fought heros sister twice this December. Contrary to the rest of her family, she didn't try to keep her identity hidden, so villain had instantly recognized her as they had stepped foot into the house.

"Here you go," heros father said as they pressed a glass of water into their hands. They accepted it even though they weren't thirsty.

Heros father was a cop. A cop who had chased after villain a few years back for spraying graffiti on a building. Villain just hoped he didn't recognize him. But the look in his eyes told him that they should be careful. They had escaped them one time, and they doubted that they could make it again, especially when they weren't outside in the streets but in a home.

Villain searched for Heros hand. They weren't here to act as a date or anything, but it also seemed awkward to them to just act as friends.

They took a deep breath, feeling the Heros hand squeeze their fingers. This was going to be long night.

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Water

Cw: Drowning

He couldn't breathe. That's the first thing he noticed. The second thing was that his clothes were wet. His muscles burned and his lungs ached.

What was happening? Where was he?

And why was it so cold?

Villain didn't dare open his eyes. He didn't want to know where he was.

The last thing he remembered was his warm, dry home. A small apartment at the edge of the city.

So how and why was he here? He didn't recall leaving, especially considering the mess he was in. Why would he leave his hiding place and risk getting captured?

Or maybe... had they found him? No, impossible.

He had been so careful. He had made sure no one followed him home that night.

Villain cracked an eye open. As the water touched his eye, he shut it again. No, bad idea.

Faintly, behind the water somewhere, he heard footsteps. And muffled voices.

His hand touched cold glass, and he pushed blindly, trying to do at least something. Somehow get out. Get away from here.

Loud laughs sounded behind the glass.

Unfamiliar voices.

He banged his fist against the glass, trying to crack his eyes open but not being able to hold them open long enough to see something. Just light, blurred colors.

Villains head hurt. His lungs hurt. He needed air, but couldn't get any.

His mouth opened on its own. He was going to drown. There was water in his mouth.

But it stopped there. He breathed the water in, but the only thing entering his lungs was air. His eyes shot open.

White walls all around. He was still in the tank, his hand still touching the glass.

He wasn't drowning.

Villain tried to turn, pushing himself off the glass walls and slamming into the opposite wall.

Two people, one slightly taller than the other stood directly infront of the tank, behind them three figures in white coats.

Supervillains loud laugh echoed through the room when she saw villains face.

The person next to her, superhero, just stared with a blank expression.

Villain pushed himself back, his back hitting the glass.

They had found him.

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Plan B

CW: guns/ gunshots

Villain could barely feel their legs as they sprinted after the hero, hiding behind the building and barely avoiding being shot by one of supervillains minions. "Your plan B is running away!?"

Hero glanced behind their shoulder, giving Villain a slightly confused and apologetic look. "What plan B?"

Villain would have frozen in place if they didn't got almost shot in the leg at that moment. "You don't even have a- You thought you could just walk into supervillains lair without anything going wrong?," they yelled, ducking behind a corner and taking out their gun.

Hero hid opposite them behind a doorframe, channeling their ice powers and starting to freeze the ground. "Unlike you, I don't overthink every single step I take!"

Villain heard some confused yells grom the minions, peeking out from behind the corner and shooting. Between gunshots they yelled "What do you mean overthink!? I don't do that, I just don't want to die!"

"You're doing a terrible job then." Hero walked over casually just as villain got up, turning their eyes away from the scene in the hallway.

"You dragged me into this." They put their gun back.

The hero only chuckled. "No, I came here alone. You decided to follow me."

"Because I knew you wouldn't be able to handle this on your own. Taking on Supervillain is just crazy!" The criminal turned around, making their way to the entrance. "Next time, at least have an escape route."

"Sure sure," Hero said as they cought up. "Whatever you say."

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Prompt

Cw: blood

Hero was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, injuries all over their body.

Villain stood next to them, hand running through their hair.

“I’m sorry, dear, but your blood won’t win this fight. And the best thing is that no one will know it was me.” They whispered, tilting their head slightly.

“Too bad your blood won’t mix well with mine. Donating blood is a good thing though, right? Would you call me a good person now?”

Villain chuckled, stepping back. “Good night, hero. I hope you sleep well.”

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Prompt

CW: blood

Villain pressed their trembling hands to the heros abdomen, burying their hands in a mess of fabric, blood and skin. They closed their eyes, trying their best to relax and focused their powers on the spot where their hands connected with the wound.

A yellowy-greenish made their hair float up, making their skin crawl as if thousands of instects where running through their bloodstream.

Hero groaned, turning their head to their side and clenching their fists.

"There," villain breathed out. "This is the best I can do right now."

A half healed stab wound. They were disappointed with themselves.

"I didn't know you could do that," hero panted, trying to lift their head a bit but failing. "You have healing powers..?"

"Yeah... surprising, huh?" Villain stared at their bloodstained hands. "Wish I got to develop them more, though."

They sat in silence for a while before the villain spoke up again. "It's funny considering I've always wanted to become a healer."

"Why didn't you?"

Villain looked at them, a sad smile on their face. "Not everybody gets a chance to pursue their dreams."

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Missed Call

Cw: injury

Hero looked around, o serving the newest crime scene carefully. A bank robbery. Luckily - or unluckily, depending on who you asked - Villain had already left with the money before the police had even arrived.

They put their hands in the pockets of the big winter jacket, huffing out an annoyed "I'll leave the rest to you," and turning away to the main entrance of the bank.

The wind was blowing and the thin layer of snow crunched underneath their boots. They hated winter. It was cold and messy and fighting was just terrible.

They took their phone out of their pocket as a notification rang.

When will you be visiting again? ,their mother had texted.

Above that message was a banner labeled Missed call. From villain. Ten minutes ago.

Hero looked back over their shoulder, seeing no one behind them. They called back the number.

It ringed, once, twice.

Nothing. Huh. Well, if villain wasn't answering their call than it probably wasn't that important. They would try again later at home.

Meanwhile, villain leaned against the hall of the warehouse, clasping a paper between their fingers as hard as they could. A singular banknote. Their other hand clawed at the stab would in their leg.

They were freezing. It was cold.

They have had to run, loosing all sorts of things on their way. Their bag, their phone, their shoe. And in the end, they still had gotten them. They were only after the money. Their purse and the stack of banknotes in their pocket.

Villain looked up, breathing out a white cloud into the sky. They closed their eyes for just a second.

No, not yet. They needed their phone, or something else.

They needed help.

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Tw: blood, injury

The forest was unbelievably quiet. Villain could hear the dried leaves crunch under their bare feet. They stumbled over a root, which was sticking out of the dirt.

Almost there.

They could hear the rumbling of a car, somewhere far away in front of them. They were on the right path. They just had to hope they wouldn’t get shot when the guards of supervillains base noticed them.

Panting from exhaustion, Villain allowed themselves to lean against a tree for a moment.

Just a moment. They needed to go.

The bloody wounds on their leg and arm made them dizzy, even though the pain was long gone. Left were only dark wet spots on thin ripped clothing and the bloody trail they left behind. The red liquid from their thigh ran down their leg and soaked into the leaves.

They carefully rested their head on the tree trunk, ignoring the roughness of the bark.

Just a little further.

Almost there.

Almost.

…

They couldn’t remember getting to the forests edge of how they had collapsed. It wad all blurry.

When they woke up, they felt nothing. Had they died?

They cracked an eye open, immediately getting dizzy. They were also aware of the headache now, pounding like if someone was hammering a nail into wood.

Somewhere, someone was talking, a deep voice asking a question. A light voice answered, louder and nearer.

The medics blonde hair fell into their vision, her mouth opening and closing, talking.

To them? Or to the other person in the room?

Medic turned her head around, then stepped back. “…areful.”

“Yeah…now.” The deep voice answered.

Villain tilted their head and tried opening their other eye, but failed.

“..hear me? Are…alright?”

A different head came into the picture, a clearer and much more familiar one.

Supervillain.

“Villain? Do you hear me?”

“Yeah,” they tried to answer, but it was only a breath, barely audible.

“Good.” Supervillain leaned back, looking away. “Keep me updated.”

“Of course, Sir.”

The criminal stepped away just as Villain begann to drift off again. Medic stood over him, hand pressed over their forehead, mumbling to herself about lacking supplies and assistance.

…

Days passed, but due to Medics healing abilities, Villain was feeling much better already. Their wounds were sewn and bandaged. They were able to eat on their own again, but still weren’t allowed to leave the bed.

No matter.

Supervillain hadn’t stopped by again, and if they had then when Villain had been asleep.

“Your leg should be fine soon,” Medic said as she came into the room one morning, curly hair tied back in a ponytail. “It’s not going to be perfect, and it will hurt, at least in the beginning. I’ll allow you to leave, but only if you promise not to overwork yourself and avoid physical activities as much as possible.”

“Of course.” Their voice was still hoarse and their throat hurt when they talked, but Villain couldn’t keep sitting in this bed for any longer. “I promise.”

“Okay, great.” She said as she turned around. “Supervillain wants to see you in his office.”

“Thanks.”

“No big deal. It’s my job.”

It was the first time Villain walked down this hall and their stomach twisted. They had dreaded this moment.

They didn’t belong here. They should be back at Base A, with Other Supervillain, doing their job as they were told.

But they couldn’t handle the pressure. They had failed.

Coming to Supervillains base had been the only option, but boa they were starting to regret their choice.

When they arrives at the office, the two henchman swung the large doors open to let them enter.

And so, Villain did, on shaky legs and their guard up. They were in no shape to fight, especially not with their eye not opening properly and their limbs hurting.

Supervillain leaned back as the doors closed, crossing his arms.

Villain gulped and sucked in a shaky breath, but before they could speak, Supervillain did.

“So tell me, what are you, a villain from a rival organization, doing half dead in my territory?”

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