so you know how i said i was into hero and villain stuff
yeah so i did a thing
TW: blood, beaten up, tries to fall off a building, general angst and foreboding (let me know if i missed anything!)
~Worth It~
Villain knew Hero was a grandiose idiot. They knew that. But this, this, was beyond stupid. Did Hero really think they could just storm Supervillain’s base? Take it down single handedly?
For crying out loud, Hero could barely take Villain on a good day. Barely. By the skin of their teeth and an underhanded blow. Did they even comprehend they were about to get the worst beat down of their life?– if they were lucky, that is. If Supervillain wasn’t straight up pissed at the intrusion.
As Villain rushed through the city, they told themself it was just to watch Hero finally be put in their place. For the satisfaction of finally seeing the smug grin wiped forever off their face. So why did their chest hurt and their breath speed up when they finally pushed through the revolving doors of base? Why did they feel like they were about to be sick?
They didn’t care about Hero. They didn’t.
Just their fights and witty banter.
If Hero was reduced to an incoherent mess, what were they supposed to do? No, no, they needed Hero alive.
They didn’t, god forbid, care.
It became a mantra as they ran up the stairs, ignoring the lackeys' snickers. There was definitely something going on the roof.
The entrance gate to said roof was cracked open and a sliver of light fell onto the staircase. It was bright. Too bright.
Villain squinted, shielding their eyes as they stepped out.
They wished they hadn’t.
They really, really wished they had stayed inside.
Two things stood out.
Hero hanging onto the roof ledge.
And Supervillain pressing their boot down on Hero’s fingers.
Villain froze. Breathing became difficult. Odd. How often had they wished they had been standing over Hero like that? Twenty times? Thirty? Over fifty.
Supervillain turned, a smile on their lips. They arched an eyebrow. “Hope you don’t mind.”
Villain couldn’t get their mouth to work. Their hands were limp at their side. Eyes never leaving Hero. They couldn’t look away.
Blood trickled down the side of their face.
Dirt was smeared into their mask.
Their knuckles a stark-white from holding on.
Supervillain removed the pressure of the boot. Their gaze was hard as they crossed the roof to Villain.
Villain struggled to grin, to try and look pleased. “Not at all.” The words came out strangled.
Supervillain heard the tension in their voice. Their expression darkened. “Finish them off, then.”
Villain cleared their throat. “My–my pleasure, for sure. Anything you say, boss.”
“Then stop rattling on and do it.” There was enough venom in Supervillain’s voice to make anyone flinch.
Villain nodded. They moved to the roof edge.
Hero had their forehead pressed into the side of the building, hanging merely by their hands.
Villain was more than impressed. That feat took a lot of strength. And they would know.
But as Villain stood there, wondering how long it would take for Supervillain to get annoyed, Hero looked up.
“Won’t let you do it,” they whispered. There was so much pain in their voice. One hand slipped. “I always win, you know that.” The other hand began to give way.
No. NO!
Villain lunged forward. They caught Hero’s hand. The sudden weight almost dragged them over the edge as well.
“You don’t always win,” Villain spat out through gritted teeth. They braced themselves, the concrete digging into their knees, and hauled Hero back onto the roof. The strain on their arms was almost unbearable.
Hero collapsed on top of them.
Villain was not expecting that.
Hero was shaking badly. They didn’t seem to be aware of where they were or who they were with anymore.
Villain held onto them. Tentatively. Was this what they were supposed to do? They didn’t know.
They were sure it was the wrong thing because Hero started crying. Softly. Quiet sobs that wracked their entire body. They buried their face into Villain’s shirt.
And Villain felt– warm. They knew this was wrong. But it felt all the better for its wrongness. They were a villain. Villain’s didn’t comfort people.
Screw that, they thought. Even if they died for it, holding Hero for a few precious moments was worth it.
They hugged Hero and told them it would be okay. Whispered meaningless things.
A shadow suddenly towered over them and the words died on Villain’s lips.
They looked up.
Supervillain snorted in disgust. They shook their head.
Villain felt fear crawl up inside them and make a nest out of their bones.
“You’re not a very good villain, are you? Maybe you’ve forgotten your instructions. Time for a refresher course, eh?”
Lackeys had come as Supervillain commanded, restraints in their hands.
Hero shuddered and Villain held them closer.
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