#i was stalking my old blog and saw that i had reblogged this shortly before moving blogs

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Sanders Sides Villain Wrangler AU Part 2

Okay so Part 2!!!!

Description: We finally meet the Vigilante, but not before Patton’s stalking game goes to the extreme

Warnings: Stalking, brief mention of implied violence and murder

tags: @here-to-vent, @silly-aesthetic-me, @colie7700, @4-forever, @trash-can-so-do-i (I tagged people who reblogged the first part, so if you want to be added or removed, let me know)

Patton poured himself into research. He never was particularly good at it, but he had made a promise. A promise to Logan, to himself, and to that little girl that he would find the Vigilante before she died.

And he was so close. After 3 weeks of looking up dedicated blogs, Vigilante sightings, both confirmed and rumored, and so much more, he believed that he finally could get him.

Thanks to Logan’s friend Joan in the NSA, Logan being out of the office on a sick day for once in his life, and the fact that Patton sounded exactly like Logan over the phone, Patton was able to figure out that the Vigilante had a bank account (though the address attached to said bank account didn’t actually exist), and that there were withdrawals from this bank account at seemingly random days once a month, but Patton was able to find a pattern in it. A call to the diner confirmed that the Vigilante did come in, sat at the same booth every time, typically arriving at 7:30 on those nights, stayed for about an hour and a half, then left five minutes after paying.

Patton was outside the diner, debating on going in before the Vigilante got there, or waiting until the super villain had his food (Patton refused to think of the Vigilante as a “bad guy,” as he believed that even serial killers were good at heart). He saw the Vigilante walk in the diner. Gosh, he looked even more terrifying in person! He wore a black jumpsuit, with a an even darker black cape. Patton took a deep breath, adjusted the cardigan draped around his shoulders, and followed the Vigilante inside, deciding to sit down shortly after the villain.

It had been a long day for the Vigilante. First, he’d worked on his scheme to try and lure the so-called super “heroes” of the city into a trap that would make them confess their crimes against humanity to the public. That had gone well, at least until his stupid assistant spilled their coffee all over the plans. And as he was yelling at the assistant, the Prince, the Vigilante’s least favorite of these superheroes, decided that today was a good day for a good, old-fashioned battle, which meant that the Vigilante had to move his lair again, a long and boring process. He still had no idea how the fool managed to keep finding his lairs, but he did, making the Vigilante’s life ever more complicated and tedious. He was just glad that today was his diner visit. Maybe I should start changing my pattern, he thought as he sat down. Nah.

Then a guy who literally looked like the human version of Goofy from the Goofy Movie (with glasses) plopped himself on the opposite side of the booth.

I really need to change my pattern, the Vigilante thought as he looked the strange figure over. He wore a blue polo shirt, with a gray cardigan tied around his shoulders. Everything about him screamed ‘I’m a suburban dad that goes to all my kids’ soccer games while my wife works in a professional setting!’

“Are you the Vigilante?” Goofy asked.

“Who’s asking?”

“My name’s Patton.”

The Vigilante took a deep breath. Even his name sounded like an upper-middle class dad. Looking him over, the Vigilante noticed that Patton looked vaguely familiar…

“If you work for the Prince,” the Vigilante finally said, “Just give him this message for me.” He leaned across the table toward Patton and flipped him off with both hands.

“I don’t… I don’t work for the Prince?” Patton said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

The waitress came to the table, asking for the order. The Vigilante ordered his usual, a cheeseburger and black coffee (yeah it evening, but the Vigilante didn’t care). Patton ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and a chocolate malt. The guy had some nerve, ordering on a supervillain’s dollar. After she left, the Vigilante turned back to Patton.

“Whoever you work for, you need-”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about!” Patton said before the Vigilante could finish his threat. The Vigilante blinked in surprise. “Do you want to work for me?” he asked in shock.

“No,” Patton said, “Though that would be kinda cool. No, I work for the Grant-A-Wish Foundation-”

“The one that grants wishes to dying kids? What’s that got to do with me?”

“Well, there’s a little girl who wants to meet you!” Patton handed a crumpled-looking star to the Vigilante. The waitress brought their meals as he read it.

“Leukemia, huh?”

Patton nodded, his mouth full of cheese. He swallowed, “Yup! I’ll make sure that there aren’t any superheroes, or authorities. I mean, I’ll be there, I have to be, that’s just protocol…”

As Patton continued his rambling, the Vigilante looked at the star again and sipped his coffee. Then he stood up and grabbed Patton by his collar, dragging him outside. He left cash on the table as payment. I’m getting rid of my bank account after this, the Vigilante thought.

The staff of the diner watched as the Vigilante pulled the fool behind him.

“That poor man is never gonna be seen again,” the waitress coolly remarked to the chef after they were out of earshot. The chef shrugged, and they went on with their evening.

Outside, Patton had stopped rambling and started trembling in fear. Yeah, he had his stance that murderers were good people, but they were still murderers!

The Vigilante let go of Patton, almost throwing him to the ground. Patton stood up and straightened his shirt, hoping that he didn’t look as scared as he felt.

“Look,” the Vigilante said, not making eye contact, “I, uh, didn’t want to say it in there, ‘cause I’ve got a reputation to uphold, but-” he took a deep breath, “I’ll do it. I’ll go see her.”

“Really?” Patton asked, silently grateful that he wasn’t going to die today.

“You don’t need to sound so surprised.”

“Right. Sorry.” Patton had a sheepish smile on his face.

“But no superheroes and no cops, like you said.”

“Oh, of course!”

“When should I go?”

“Uh…” Patton pulled a small planner from his back pocket. “Well, like I said, I have to be there, but that’s just protocol, you know. So how does…” he leafed through the pages, “Tuesday at 9 a.m. sound?”

“Good, I guess.”

“Alright! St. Agnes Hospital on Tuesday at 9!” Patton said as he scribbled in the little book. “See you then!”

The Vigilante nodded, a small smile on his face, then disappeared into the twilight.

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