This is it
Prompt by @some-messed-up-writing-for-you (prompt #369)
“I mean… you could use your power to kick my ass…” - the hero mused, shrugging their shoulders while holding one hand palm up.
“…Or?” - the villain pressed, a tad curious.
Hero raised their other hand the same way. “Or…, we could kiss?”
"Those are your two options?" The villain shouted, exasperated.
They did yell because they were annoyed, but also because it was the only way the hero could hear them over the roaring of the crowd. All around them in the bull fighting arena the audience was screaming at them to start battling. The supervillain wasn't saying anything, though--they were just sitting on their throne, surrounded by their advisors, smiling wickedly.
The hero took a seat in the dirt. They didn't look nearly as worried as they should be. "I think [Supervillain]'s going to kill the winner anyway. If I'm going to die I don't want to go without having kissed you."
Normally, this would have made something stir in the villain's stomach. It would have made them both giddy and terrified. But now, having to fight the hero to the death, all they could be was angry.
"Can't we just find a way to get out? There has to be some way to break through the shield?"
The villain pointed upwards at the almost invisible dome covering the arena. The supervillain made it themselves to block powers. They had originally made it for the villain to use on the hero. Of course, times changed and they found a way to make it much bigger.
The hero shook their head. "You've never been trapped in one of these. It's worse when it's smaller. You barely feel like you're there. You seem to lose some of your power when you try to use it to get out. The only way to get out is to make the captor feel bad for you. And I'm pretty sure [Supervillain]'s a sociopath."
The villain was cut off by a blaring speaker. The supervillain's voice boomed over everyone. The audience even quieted down a bit.
"As much as I would love to watch this will they, won't they stuff all day, I think it's time to begin. Fighters, get in your stances!"
That wasn't just a command, but an activation word for a spell. The villain and the hero were pulled apart by an invisible force and set into fighting stances. It must have taken weeks for the supervillain to make that, and all for a little bit of flair.
"And. . .begin!"
The villain didn't hesitate. They went straight for a sweep of the leg. The hero dramatically back flipped over their head, a move boosted by the gust of wind they had help them up.
"That was mean." the hero said once they had landed in a flurry of sand.
"I'm pretty mad at you." the villain replied.
They took the hero's arm and threw them behind them. Still gripping them, the villain's poked through the hero's mind.
"Your thoughts are pretty repetitive." they said to the hero trying to wriggle out of their grip and blowing sand in the villain's face.
"I told you I want to do it before you zap me out of existence."
The villain released their grip on the hero.
"I'm not going to kill you!"
"What, and I'm going to defeat you with my little wind thing?" The hero rose to their feet and put their hands on their hips.
"Yes!" the villain responded, crossing their arms over their chest. "Are you kidding? Wind can carry anything! You could surround me with a dust tornado right now!"
"Oh, yeah, that'll end you. It will bother your eyes at most!"
"And when I'm blinded, what can you do?" The villain made a swift motion across their neck. "Take me out!"
"I would love to take you out!" The hero tilted their head to the side and stomped their foot. "But maybe on a date, like a normal person."
"We aren't normal people, in case you haven't noticed."
"Just be-" the hero began.
"Seriously?" the speakers spoke again.
The supervillain was incredulous.
"Stop all the fighting and start fighting!"
"Hey, go screw yourself!" The villain shouted back.
The hero glared at the supervillain's balcony, but then turned to the villain.
"They're right. We can't argue forever."
"I'd much rather fight you than fight you."
The hero grabbed the villain's collar and gave them a quick peck on the lips. Then they threw them backwards and started that sand tornado the villain was raving about.
"But we don't have a choice, do we?"