Posting some out of context pages of a comic I made for a comic tournament. Will be releasing the whole thing someday.
Just wanted to say a big big thank you to @nuttynutcycle for giving me a boost，and also to everyone who liked or reblogged my first post! It means the world :))
Arms crossed and eyes blazing behind the mask, the villain stared down at the panting hero kneeling in front of them, on the concrete ground of the rooftop. "Are you done, now?"
"No," the hero spat while glaring up.
The villain sighed. "Why are you struggling? You know it's for your own good."
"Since when do you care about my well-being, huh? We're enemies! We beat the living daylight out of each other on a weekly basis, and suddenly you're concerned about me having a fever?"
"We have clashing visions, clashing goals. I fight you because you fight me. Because you hinder my plans. Doesn't mean that I want you dead."
The hero scoffed, but it lacked conviction. "You're being overly dramatic. A cold never killed anybody."
"Well, mine is not that bad－"
"Wrong again." The villain crouched, getting to eye level with the hero. They placed a gloved hand on their nemesis's forehead for a brief second, too quick to allow them to jerk back. "You're burning up and you're shaking all over. You obviously need medical attention."
The hero's shoulders slumped tiredly. "You know as well as I do that I can't go to a hospital," they rasped out.
"Who said anything about a hospital?" The hero frowned, searching for answers on their enemy's face. The villain shot them a lazy yet slightly impatient smirk. "As much as I usually enjoy our lovely little guessing games, now's not the time to play. I'd rather you pass out while we drive there and not right here, right now. Otherwise I will have to drag you all the way down to my car, and that is one task I am not eager to undertake. Superhero is the one with super strength, not me."
"Hey! I'm not that heavy!"
"Oh, yeah?" In one swift motion the villain scooped them into their arms and lifted them up effortlessly. "My, my. That's right, you aren't. Light as a feather. What gave me this idea?"
The hero made a face, clearly uncomfortable. "Okay, enough, put me down."
The villain hummed. "Well, I don't see why I would, now that I can just carry you..."
The hero's jaw dropped. Their lips parted as if to form words of protest, but nothing came out. They were seized by dizziness, and when their eyelids fluttered back open, their head was resting against the villain's chest. They breathed in defeat.
"Fine," they whispered. "But no funny business."
"Can't promise anything."
"Shhh." They were already walking towards the door leading to the stairwell. "Rest. I'll take it from here."
Disturbingly enough, the hero had never felt safer than in this moment.
A stir in the air, the proper space
holding existences in grave distinction...
― Denise Levertov
[Composed using my photo and a public domain image.]
But you took my dreams away
And you made them all come true —
My thoughts have no place now to play,
And nothing now to do.
— Sara Teasdale