#retired villain

[thepenultimateword]

Always

Villain tried to shut the door, but Henchman was too fast, catching it by its edge before the gap could fully disappear.

“Found you," they said, half threat, half croon. They shoved into the house, knocking Villain back a few steps.

"What are you doing here?" Villain said, catching themself on the coatrack and nearly pulling it down on top of themself.

Henchman reached over Villain's head to steady it and then stayed there. Peeling back the nonchalance plastered over their shame. Taking in their altered form.

"Where have you been?" they countered, soft, knuckle raised gently against Villain's cheek before abruptly dropping again.

"Here. There. What does it matter? You found me." Villain ducked under their arm and hobbled slowly to the couch. Henchman's heavy step traveled in the opposite direction, followed by the click of the door closing, then the steps tramped back toward them. By the time Villain had plopped down on the couch cushion Henchman was kneeling in front of them. For an instant, it was like nothing had changed. Total fealty.

Villain stopped their hand short before they could touch Henchman's head. It felt wrong when they were so utterly weak. There had always been a balance, Henchman so physically intimidating, and Villain thrumming with destructive power. The upper hand, the reason for such devotion, had been crystal clear. Now, Villain could wither and scatter under Henchman's expectations.

"You completely disappeared." Henchman laid their head in Villain's lap anyway. "You were hurt and I got worried. But you didn't answer my calls. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. It's taken me 8 months to track you down. It's like you were trying to avoid me."

Villain sighed, dropping their rigidness and succumbing to the urge to stroke back Henchman's hair. It was just as soft as they remembered, thick and fluffy like an animal pelt. They twirled a piece above their ear, but avoided Henchman's watching eyes as they responded, "I was done for and everyone knew it. It was better to step down and disappear than wait for someone else to assassinate me."

Henchman reached up and took loose hold of Villain's wrist. Why was their gaze so earnest? Didn't they know? Didn't they feel the difference in them? Shouldn't that past awe and adoration be visibally dying at the sight of them?

"I would've protected you," Henchman said.

"I didn't want you to. I have too many enemies. You would have been hurt."

"Then you should've told me. I would've come with you."

"I didn't want that either."

Henchman flinched, and Villain was struck with a stab of guilt. That wasn't entirely true. Of course, Villain had wanted Henchman with them. Of course, it was agony knowing they couldn't even say goodbye. But anything but a clean break would have been worse. They couldn't just ask Henchman to give up their position, goals, and standing for life of nothing. No, more than that, they couldn't bear to see Henchman's devotion grow into disdain. The loss of their powers was the loss of their worth. Henchman would've clung to the threads of their memories but ultimately, Villain would have failed them.

Henchman dropped Villain's wrist but huddled in a little closer. "And...now that I'm here?"

Villain's heart panged. "You should go back."

Henchman hugged tight around Villain's legs, almost like a lifeline. "Why?"

Moment of truth. Time to make this permanent. “I’m not going back.”

“I know.”

“I can’t. I’m ruined. Those heroes took everything when they stripped me and left me for dead."

"I know."

"And even if I wasn’t. I still wouldn’t go back. I was getting tired. Losing focus. That's how they got me in the first place."

“I know.”

Why did they keep saying that? Obviously, they did not know if they could be so casual. This was the rest of their life!

“Henchman, I can’t give you anything anymore. I don't have the influence or power to protect you. I can't bring about a bright new world. I'm spent. A pathetic shell. You should find another person to serve. I'll never be able to give you what you want."

Henchman turned their head up at them. "Why would I want any of that?"

Villain choked. "Don't you?"

"Maybe when I was a kid. Things change over a couple decades." They lifted their head and sank back on their heels. "Your powers were amazing. It's true that they drew me to you. But I never stuck around for that. Or for the status. You're just so..." Henchman broke off, face crinkling as they searched for the word. Finally, they shrugged. "I don't know; it's too big. You spent so long taking care of me. Looking out for me. Giving me chances I didn't think I deserved. Let me do the same for you." Henchman took their hand in both of theirs, hesitantly kissing one knuckle. "Just let me be with you."

Villain flushed a little. They'd always been close. Close enough for feelings. Close enough for both to recognize it in the other. But there had never seemed to be a right time to acknowledge them out loud.

"Do you really not want me here?" Henchman said at Villain's extended silence.

"You'd be ok with a normal life?" Villain pressed. "No powers, no schemes, no money, just me?"

"It's always been just you."

Villain slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of Henchman. "Of course, I want you here."

They couldn't keep their voice from cracking in the middle and the next thing they knew they were folded up in Henchman's arms. They melted immediately. All the shame, fear, and frustration seemed to fade right out of them.

"I love you."

Henchman jolted a little, but as they pressed their head to Villain's, Villain saw a smile tugging at their lips. "Good. Then I'll always, always stay."

#heroes and villains #creative writing #heroes and villains community #writblr #writing snippet #villain #villain x villain #villain x henchman #retired villain #retired henchman #quick write

[seafoam-icecream]

“What you do is admirable, but we both know that no amount of good deeds can clean the blood off your hands.”

#dialogue prompts #story prompts #writing prompts #creative writing prompts #superhero prompts #heroes and villains #retired villain #reformed villain

[lesbianwriter]

“You’re Supervillain?!”

“You’re Superhero?!”

Civilian—Supervillain—stared at her wife, her eyes wide and unblinking as she examined every angle of Other Civilian’s—Superhero’s—face. She reached out to touch her hand to the other’s bleeding cheek.

“I—I was trying to save you.” Superhero gaped, holding onto Supervillain’s wrist. “You…did you know?!”

“No.” Feebly, Supervillain shook her head. “I thought you were a civilian.”

“I thought you died. I thought that Supervillain died.”

“I faked my death.”

This time, Superhero shook her head. “I did too.” She blinked, her eyes wide when she met her wife’s look. “I only came tonight as a hero to save you, but I come here and you’re beating up all those rookie villains, and the pathetic thing is that I recognized your moves.”

“Really?” Villain widened her eyes.

“I used to be obsessed with analyzing your fighting style. The only reason I didn’t copy it was because I know you’d have made fun of to hell and back if you noticed.”

Supervillain almost wanted to laugh, but she was as airless as a deflated balloon.

She couldn’t laugh.

Not when the executioner’s sword hung in the air.

“Do you still love me?” Trembling, she reached out with her other hand to cup Superhero’s face.

Superhero kissed Villain on the temple. “I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried. We’ll find a way to work through this.”

The two of them wobbled up onto shaky legs, and Supervillain brushed the debris off of Superhero’s face. “I love you.”

#superhero x supervillain #hero x villain #my writing #heroes and villains #sapphic #secret identity #retired hero #retired villain

[avvail]

Hello!

Could I request a stoic and protective Superhero who married to a rather soft spoken ,cinnamon roll Villain (or rather now an ex -villain) . Till one day Supervillain decides to intrude on their peaceful life and tries to kidnap and brainwash Villain back into villainy but Superhero isn't going to stand for that. Cue a big fight between Supervillain and Superhero along with one confused and terrified Villain(you can decide weather Superhero wins or Supervillain succeds in their plans) .

tw: gun, gun injury, blood, kidnapping

“Stop.”

Superhero did. It wasn’t because they were told, of course not. It wasn’t because they were exhausted from the back breaking fight and was looking for any excuse to stop.

It was because Supervillain had a gun, and they were pointing it directly against Villain’s head.

Their fingers twitched by their side, and Superhero went deathly still, hardly even breathing. Blood was rushing down their temple and their heart was hammering from the adrenaline. Supervillain and Superhero were formidable opponents, everybody knew; evenly matched.

It would have lasted forever if the supervillain didn’t have their partner in their grasp, using them as a bartering piece. They had a hand pressed tightly over Villain’s mouth and nose, who looked like they had been struggling, until the cold nudge of a gun was wedged against their temple.

Now all Superhero could see was the terror in their eyes, clinging onto the supervillain’s wrist, but too afraid to pull away. They could see the wedding ring on their finger, and it reminded them of their, hot and heavy against their skin.

Supervillain was breathing heavily too, but it didn’t stop them from smirking. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

Superhero’s feet were swallowed by the ground. They tried to hide the anger and fear on their face, but when they nudged the gun, and Villain whimpered, it only intensified.

“Get your hands off them,” they hissed. Supervillain exhaled deeply and chuckled.

“Or what? You’ll throw your fists at me again? Please.”

Superhero took a step forward, and Supervillain took two back, dragging the villain with them. “Ah, ah.”

The gun bit into Villain’s skin and they released a particularly scared whine, unstable on their feet from their hard grasp. “I’ll decorate the floor with your lover’s brain. Step back.”

Superhero clenched their jaw, fists tightening. Their mind was running wild with thoughts, thoughts on if Villain was in pain, hurt, how scared they were, how to get them out...

It took them a little longer than usual to see through the deception.

“You’re not going to kill them,” they bit out. “You want them alive.”

Villain’s teary eyes were wide and confused, staring at Superhero. They tried not to look at them, too afraid their expression would make them do something rash. Instead, they watched as the supervillain’s eyes glinted in mischief, lip curling up into a dangerous smirk.

They lifted their gun, as if surrendering. “You got me.”

Superhero cursed inwardly. “You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’ll let you take them. And you’re even stupider than you look if you think Villain is ever going to join you in that life ever again.”

Supervillain’s eyes flashed with cruelty. They glanced at the villain, leaning closer to them, until their lips were by their ear and the gun was being dragged slowly under their chin, tilting their head back.

“Of course you won’t, will you, dear?” Supervillain purred, and the superhero forced back an impulsive attack when Villain winced. “But I don’t need their answer. I have my ways to make them do as I want.”

Superhero didn’t like the sound of that. They didn’t like the mischievous tone in their voice and they didn’t like the way they looked when they said it. Their jaw clenched and their eyes darkened, surging forward. They were expecting the villain thrust the gun in their direction and prepared to evade a bullet, but they more more than shocked to hear the ear piercing bang reverberate through the air, accompanied by Villains muffled, yet ear piercing scream.

Superhero’s resolve crumbled as their eyes widened, skidding to a stop. “Villain!”

The villain was hyperventilating against the hand, gripping desperately onto their wrist, blood pouring down their leg. Their thigh was trembling from the bullet puncturing through it, tears flooding down their cheeks.

“Back down,” the supervillain demanded. “Or it’ll be their other leg.”

Superhero had to push down all instincts and forced themselves to reign in. Their heart was hammering too loudly in their eyes, and they didn’t care about keeping up appearances anymore. Fear was evident on their face, and Supervillain relished in it.

“Oh, this is just so adorable,” they cooed, pressing the villain closer to their chest, who was struggling to breathe from the sheer pain. “I almost feel sorry for you both. But unfortunately, not enough to let them go.”

Superhero had to remember to take a breath. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” They smirked.

“Anything.”

Villain looked sick with nausea, their eyes unfocused and filled with pain. A heart wrenching sob tore from their throat, only held by Supervillain’s strength. The criminal was grinning, their eyes gleeful. Anticipation crept up their spine, thoughts running wild as to what they would make them do.

Supervillain lifted the gun. “Then say goodbye.”

#ask #hero and villain #villain and hero #superhero and villain #villain and superhero #superhero and supervillain #supervillain and superhero #superhero x villain #villain x superhero #superhero #supervillain #villain #reformed villain #retired villain #not a prompt #snippet #writing snippet #story snippet #writing #my writing #avvail #yrequest

[kingdomeromega0816]

This is none other than the known villain "King (Mamu) Wart", only now, he's a retired villain who had a change of heart for the better, (according to my fanfic lore).

He became good enough to become an "anti-hero", but not good enough to be an actual hero. (Thus he can be partially trusted by the heroes, but he's not fully trustworthy...)

In my fanfic, King Wart previously took the career of being in charge of a frog band as a musician and retired from evil-doing. King Wart wanted Iggy Koopa to magically create a sub-servant clone of Geno so that clone could play the flute in his frog band. (Iggy Koopa already became a good guy and a Chosen Hero of the 7 Star-Spirits).

Iggy asked Geno for one of his large string hairs to keep, Geno thought it was weird that Iggy asked for one of his hairs, but he already trusted Iggy as a pupil and friend, so he did not think too much of it. Geno agreed to cut one of his string hairs and gave it to Iggy.

King Wart wanted Iggy to make a magic Geno clone because he heard Geno play a flute very well and wanted such talent in his frog band. Iggy used a spell from star-spirit magic, while King Wart used his magic to combine it with Iggy's magic to create the clone. Iggy and King Wart made the mistake of combining the holier star-spirit magic with King Wart's darker magic and thus accidentally created the Pseudo-Genos.

(If you want to know more about King Wart's story, just visit my DeviantArt account called "unarpan0816".

#super mario #super mario bros #super mario bros 2 #pixel art #obscure characters #doki doki panic #king wart #mamu #frog #retired villain #goofy

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

Villain leaves Hero their inheritance

Based on these wonderful prompts by @seafoam-icecream

[Prompt 1, Prompt 2]

“What’s the catch then? My worst enemy wouldn’t just leave me all these billions without some sort of evil condition. Why would Villain leave me all his fortune? We weren’t family, and definitely not friends.”

“No, but you were the only constant presence in his life. Perhaps that counted to him, more than you realize.”

"Oh." They stared at the ground. "I guess...I guess I liked Villain being a constant too." Hero was silent. Then they said softly, "I’ll definitely miss them."

The lawyer looked up, a gleam in their eyes, "Are you saying you wish you could have gotten to know them better?"

Hero thought about it. "Yes. They liked me enough to leave me an inheritance. I wish I could feel like I deserved it."

The lawyer took off their disguise. 

Wait. Disguise? 

Hero stood up, "Villain?! You’re alive?"

They gave a bashful smile.

"I-I thought you were dead." 

"Yeah…I kinda faked my death. Sorry." 

"Why? And why the disguise and this fake inheritance?" 

"Oh, the inheritance is definitely real." 

"Oh." Hero felt like they were hit by a bus. "What? Why me?" 

It was Villain's turn to stare at the ground. "I got tired. People are…they leave you and hurt you and disappoint you. I thought about who should get my will once I died and…" they looked up, tears in their eyes, "you were the only one who came to mind. The only who was ever a constant, Hero. No one in my life was there for me as much as you."

"Oh." Hero was in shock. 

"Can we-can we start over, Hero?" 

Hero didn't say anything, too lost in their own thoughts. 

The only one who was ever a constant. 

No one in my life was there for me as much as you.

The words echoed in their mind.

Villain bit their lip. Their heart was pounding. Would Hero reject them too? Is that what this silence and waiting was? Were they just waiting to be rejected yet again? 

They couldn't help stop the things their mind had started yelling at them. They were so stupid. They should never have done this. They should never have admitted to Hero how much they had come to appreciate them. Hero most definitely thought they were a clingy, stalker-y creep. Oh, they had just pushed away the closest thing to a friend they had.

While their mind berated them, they didn't notice Hero had come closer until they felt them shake their shoulder.

"Huh?" 

"I would love to." 

"What?" 

"I said." They smiled, a blush apparent in their cheeks, "I would love for us to start over." They held out their hand. "Friends?" 

Villain couldn't believe their ears! They shook Hero's hand with both of theirs like their life depended on it, "Friends! Friends! I-I would love that!"

Hero laughed, "And who knows, with how much we hang out together, some might even call us best friends."

"I like the sound of that."

"I do too."

Fin 💛

A/N: I just love it when the hero/villain is the closest thing to a friend they have! 🥺 So beautiful!!! 😭🥰

#hero x villain #snippet #soft villain #soft hero #my writing #friendship #dead villain #plot twist #inheritance #enemies to friends #hurt/comfort #changing sides #retirement #retired villain #heroes villains side blog #feline17ff #Villain turned good #lonely villain #sad villain #surprised hero #disguise #heroes and villains #hidden pain #aftermath #angsty healing #flangst

[apollosstar8]

Prompt 8

A sad song was playing on the radio, a song you cried to not a song you danced to your lover with. But they didn’t care.

Years and years of fighting. Fighting for the world. Fighting for themselves. Fighting for each other.

So get fucked if you think you can tell them which songs they can and can’t dance to.

#my prompts #writing prompts #my wrtitng #retired hero #retired villain #war #dancing #sad songs #winning

[alpacavampire]

I keep thinking of a Twiddler/Harvard being an old married couple of retired villains (the characters are the age of their actors) with the song "Young and Beautiful" playing in the background

#twiddler #harvard #edward nygma x harvey dent #old married couple #retired villain #batman forever #jim carrey riddler #tomy lee two face #young and beautiful

[mad-science-angst]

Lilies and Bloodshed Chapter 1

:readmore:

(I’m not sure how to do the cut thing on mobile)

Tim Parks was a less than average 13 year old. But there were few normal things about his life. He went to Neon city middle school, he liked indie music, his favorite color was orange. And he could make things float. Now obviously the last part wasn’t average, nor were any of his other odd powers, but again, nor was much else in his life.

His mom worked almost 24/7 as a nurse. Which was probably for the best, considering she didn’t seem to like his presence anyways. Whenever she was around she seemed to consistently make comments about anything she deemed wrong with him, from his social life to his clothing style.

So again, probably best to avoid her. Speaking of social life, he should get ready if he didn’t want to miss the bus again. He snapped out of his daze and quickly got ready, struggling to pull on his snow boots. Normally Neon city’s weather center kept clear skies, but last week they had maintenance when a blizzard blew through. Definitely bad timing.

A parka and sweatpants were the warmest clothes he owned, so those were the obvious go to. Pulling up his backpack and grabbing the lanyard that held his student ID, he quickly bolted out the door, with it auto locking behind him. A cleaning bot roamed the halls, the hum of its vacuum the most hello Tim would ever get from it.

It was chilly outside, and the bus was long gone. He let out a string of curse words as he pulled out his phone, scrolling to the contacts under Z. He clicked the only name under it, tapping his foot as he heard it ring. A chipper voice answered, and Tim felt himself let out a relieved sigh.

“Yo kid! You skippin out on school today?” Zlo was very against the idea of going to school past eighth grade, and never minded the idea of Tim spending the day with him instead. Though Tim rarely entertained this idea, it was Friday, and an early weekend sounded appealing. “Do you mind hacking the attendance records if I am?” There was a pause where Zlo was definitely quietly celebrating.

“Course not kid! Just come down to the store, and we can go to Bet’s n Breakfast!” Bet’s n Breakfast was a hole in the wall diner that had the best hash browns Tim had ever tasted, and one of those places his mom would have scolded him for hours if he even looked at. It was usually dirty inside, the neon sign having the majority of the letters unlit. And it was probably one of his favorite places in the world.

His ABSOLUTE favorite place was definitely Eldergrove flowers, the florist shop Zlo owned. Of course he didn’t sell daisies and roses like any other florist. Because nothing about Zlo was normal. Instead he sold lilies and foxglove, oleander honey and hemlock. While Zlo was technically a retired villain, some of his more homicidal tendencies remained. Tim couldn’t really say anything, not without being hypocritical.

The shop was pleasantly warm inside, a stark contrast to the outside. The small holographic panel behind the counter indicated it was seventy degrees fahrenheit inside. Healthy vines ran along the ceiling, shelves lined the walls. There were a few hanging baskets overflowing with foliage, and gardening tools in the corner. Each shelf rack was surrounded by a transparent barrier shield, as some of the plants were bad just to touch.

Tim was seemingly oblivious to the careful footsteps behind him, blissfully absorbed in looking at the budding foxglove. Zlo’s movements were slow and deliberate, he was slightly crouched so as to avoid being seen. Obviously he could shroud himself in darkness, but this way actually gave Tim a fair chance.

Right as he was reaching out to grab his shoulder in a sudden, quick movement, Tim spun around delivering a mock karate chop to his side. Zlo doubled over dramatically, falling backwards onto the floor whilst clutching his side. “BETRAYAL! BETRAYAL BY MY CLOSEST FRIEND! OH, WHAT CRUEL IRONY IS THIS? THAT I MAY BE STRUCK DOWN BY MY GREATEST ALLY!” Tim peered down at him, very clearly trying to keep himself together.

“If you’ve finished Shakespeare, I’ll be outside waiting.” “WOW, so first you strike me down, then you leave me for dead?” He wiped a fake tear from his eye. “I’m so proud! You’re becoming a true ruthless killer.” Tim couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he extended a hand and pulled his mentor to his feet. “Couldn’t you have levitated back up?” “Yeah, but what’s the fun in that?”

Zlo stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out a card. “For a second there I thought you were gonna pull out REAL COINS.” Tim teased. Zlo gave him a look off fake offense and scoffed. “JUST because I’m thousands of years old does NOT mean I’m not with the times. And it’s 2045 nobody uses physical cash anymore.” Tim held the door open for him. “Elderly first!”

The walk to the diner was filled with banter and teasing, Zlo at one point considering dropping the young teen down into the sewers. Though if prompted both of them would probably do it just for fun. Sure they made bad decisions, but they made them together. If that wasn’t the definition of friendship, Zlo didn’t know what was.

Tim stared upwards for a few minutes before looking back at his friend. “Hey Zlo, do you think I could balance on a roof ledge?” Zlo seemed thoughtful for a moment before responding. “Probably, yeah. You wanna try it tomorrow?” Tim’s eyes lit up at the offer. “Fuck yeah I do!” “Cool, let’s hope you actually can balance, because I don’t feel like getting an earful from your mom.”

He shuddered at the thought. The last time Tim had gotten hurt he wasn’t allowed anywhere near Zlo for a month. Which got repealed quickly as his mom was reminded of his “job” at eldergrove. “I feel obligated to warn you to be careful.” Tim was no longer listening however, as he rushed through the door of the diner. “FUCK YEAH, HASH BROWNS!” Zlo couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. These were the moments that he remembered why he retired.

#parent villain #retired villain #uncle dynamic #cyberpunk like world #villain #criminal #writing #original story

[bet-on-me-13]

Reformed Dan but misunderstandings suck

So, Dan has been Reformed for Years at this point. You could go with the Fandom Typical version of just chilling out, or you could go with the AGIT version of the Redemption. Either way, Dan is fully reformed and trying to find his way in the World.

Unfortunately, not everybody knows/believes him.

You know all those Time Traveling Heroes who came back to stop some great catastrophe? That was Dan.

Impulse is fucking terrified of this guy, cause he Grew Up in the Central City Stronghold and saw Phantom tear down the Walls protecting the City in person.

Booster Gold grew up in the Metropolis Stronghold, so while he never really saw Phantom in his timeline he still did know of him. I mean, obviously, he murdered every hero on the planet and subjugated most of the world, but he doesn't have much personal stake in that.

Eobard Thawn hates Phantom. Thawn himself grew up in a world where Phantom killed every Hero in the world, and he was terrified that Phantom would track him down when he tried to become the new Flash. But once he became a Walking Paradox he saw as Time itself changed to erase Phantom from existence, he got really jealous. Why did Time decide Phantom was bad enough to erase, why not him!? He's Evil! He's a Terror on the Timeline! He deserves Clockworks attention dammit!

And then, they discover evidence that Phantom has come back in Time,

So now, any and all Time Travelers are trying to find the guy who single-handedly was the Apocalypse, and want to kill him to save the world. Or out of Jealousy in Thawns case.

Either way, no matter where Dan goes to try and settle down, a bunch of annoying Heroes always find him and attack him, yelling about "Stopping his Plans" and "Saving the Timeline!" And "It should have been me dammit!"

Honestly Thawn is the most annoying one, he just runs in and rants at him about how he is jealous of how much attention Clockwork gave him. Dude, just sdmit your crush already and leave me alone. (I'm not sorry)

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Danny phantom #Dc #Dcu #Dan Phantom #Dark Danny #Retired Dark Danny #Redeemed Dark Danny #Redeemed Dan #Thawn has a major Villain Crush #He will absolutely never admit to it though #Dan just wants to be a farmer #Why do these guys keep running in and ruining his crops? #Oh shit is that Booster Gold? #That one Janitor who didn't recognize him that one time he snuck into the Metropolis Strongholds Museum? #Wow dude how is he doing? Is he still using that Time Travel Tech Dan helped hom steal from the exhibits for shits and giggles? #Dan thought he was amusing and helped steal the Time Machine #Even Dark Danny appreciates a funny guy like him

[chaosunit0010]

DNDtober 2022 Day 7: Retired Villain 

 Aruna Lucibello - The Kindred Flame

#DNDtober #DNDtoberchaos #DNDtober2022 #DNDtober day 7 #DND #D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #art #Inktober #DNDtober 2022 #Retired Villain #fire

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC X DP Fic idea: Retired-Rouge.

Danny gets into making teddy bears. He didn't start that way; honestly, he was mostly trying to fix Bearbert Einstein after his mom accidentally burnt him with a misfired ray gun.

Jazz had broken down into tears, and it had ripped apart his heart and his core to see her so distressed. He went to the local- and only- fabric store in Amity Park to find materials and try to repair his sister's beloved teddy bear when his mom's attempts to fix the bear only made him look worse.

Just his luck that the only fabric shop for miles around was Weston Fabrics and that the person manning the cashier was Wes himself. The other boy had nearly thrown him out when Danny walked in, but thankfully his older brother Kyle had talked Wes down and helped Danny find fabrics for Bearbert.

Surprisingly, Wes had even helped him set up one of their sewing stations to get started on Bearbert.

The strange part was when Danny turned the machine on and found his hands moving independently. As if he had been doing it for years, he expertly put together the bear and even went through the other fabrics to make him new outfits. Wes had watched the whole time, raising a brow when Danny got up to pay.

"Thought you didn't know how to sew?"

"I thought so too. Must be a ghost thing." Danny replied then smirked as the redhead glared.

"A ghost thing?" Wes all but sneers. He still trying to expose Danny as Phantom and had yet to get proof, even with Danny teasing him in the open. As it were, Kyle, who was unpacking new needles rolled his eyes behind the red hair teenager.

"Yeah, since I have a protection core as Phantom, it sometimes transfers into my human side. Do you know how teddy bears guard children at night against bad dreams? Same thing"

Wes pauses, then slowly blinks; he whispers with a small baffled smile, "That's kind of adorable. A teddy bear to keep you safe through the night."

And Danny? He didn't mean to, but he found Wes sort of hot at that moment. Not the Wow, that guy is a celebrity hot but a Be careful who you call ugly in middle school because Puberty made them delicious over the summer break hot.

He will admit that he returned to Weston Fabrics to flirt more with Wes and made so many teddy bears as a disguise. The good news was that all his works were a hit, and even some kids at school started asking for special commissions when word got around about the special Nightmerica teddy bear he made for Sam's birthday.

He makes money, gets a boyfriend, and when he donates the teddy bears to a local hospital, he discovers a new power. Through items he made himself, Danny can send waves of comforting energy to the people around the item, like a miniature zen distributor. The patients that have his toys start to show greater rest from both nightmares and lower anxiety, depression, and general sadness.

He lets Wes name this power, which later becomes the name of his teddy bear business- Phantom Relief. After dating for two years and graduating, both boys agree the spark had been lost but remain good friends. Danny takes his thriving teddy bear-making skills to his new college in Gotham while Wes leaves for Star City.

In Gotham is where things get....stranger. See, Danny knows someone new to the city will never truly understand a city's problems. But the rapid amount of homeless kids is so shocking he starts making clothes and blankets to try and give them out because they shouldn't be out there freezing like that! He even tries passing along some teddy bears to them, hoping to soothe their pain with some Zen waves.

The key word is tries.

Gotham kids do not trust or like free handouts. Danny burst into tears when a thirteen-year-old asked if he wanted the kid to use his hand or mouth in exchange for the new blanket. The street kid seemed surprised when Danny was horrified by the question. No one else found it strange, the kid said, wrapped in a Superman blanket that Danny made only a day before, it's just how things are done around here.

The worst part is the homeless thirteen-year-old is right. Everywhere he looks, Danny finds more people needing protection- physically, emotionally, and mentally. Gotham is just filled with people suffering. He couldn't keep up. It's tearing him apart trying to help everyone.

His core feels like it will burst from all the overloaded cries of help it can pick up. One night Danny can't take it anymore, so he shifts into Phantom and flies out to the old Drake manner, abandoned since Janet Drake's murder, where the cries are muffled, and dials Wes' number with shaking hands.

His ex picks up listens to his sobs and tells him "You can't save people who don't want to be saved. But you can try to reach them in a way they understand."

It's precisely what he needs to hear.

Ancients, but he misses the man sometimes. Why did Danny ever let Wes Weston go? Well, as they say, Right person, wrong time. Maybe that was why.

So Danny decided the only way to get to Gotham was to be like Gotham. And who were the people that dramatically changed the city with every random plot? With every random heist?

Gotham Rogues.

So all Phantom had to do was become one, which shouldn't be too hard since people in Amity Park still debated if he was good or not years later. He fixes up his Phantom suit to something more Gotham villain, keeping the colors but removing the jumpsuit and adding a suit and vest alongside a mask and two giant needles.

He appears in Crime Alley- because that's where the most cries come from- and just challenges everything and everyone to take the area from him. He fights off so many gangs- even Red Hood, who puts up a great fight- but after the dust settles, he now runs the place.

He then starts- fixing the place. Starts sending out clothes for the homeless, starts fixing up buildings, gives Phantom Reflief out-teddy bears to kids, fake emulates to adults, starts sending the gang kids back to school, forces landlords to lower the housing, and illegally makes everyone get along.

He spreads his tyranny to the rest of the city, fighting the good and bad sides of the law. The bats give him one hell of a challenge, but Danny beat the Ghost King when he was an untrained brat. This is nothing. Batman gets better with every fight, and so do his associates.

Things look good until the Joker tries him too much when the clown somehow gets to Wes. Has the love of his life tied to a bomb with enough Joker Venom to fill half the city, and Danny sees red.

When he comes to, it's to Wes holding him in his arms, whispering reassurances, and Joker nothing but a smear on the ground. Danny can't live with what he's done; he runs away, shifts into his human side, and vows to never be Phantom again.

After four years of peace due to Phantom's hostile takeover, Gotham mourns the loss but doesn't fall into so much crime now that the ghost crime lord is gone. Danny thinks he's done his job and chooses to melt into the background. He opens a little shop for fabrics and custom-made teddy bears.

Wes finds him, agrees to try and rekindle their love, and a year later agrees to the marriage.

All is well until seventeen-year-old Tim Drake strolls into his fabric shop. Clutching a superboy teddy bear, he gave a shivering fourteen-year-old the first week as Phantom Gotham Villain with a stern look in his eye.

"Phantom- I need you to help me find Batman, who is lost in time, or I will expose your secret identity to the rest of Gotham."

Well, shit.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Wes Weston/Danny Fenton #Tim Drake blackmails his way #Danny became a villain to illegally get people to get along. #He's retired now! #And gotham 's dangerous rate went down 60% thanks to his efforts #No the bats still don't know who he is besides Tim #Danny is too old for this shit

[seafoam-icecream]

“I was willing to give it all up, to forget the past and start a new life. But I was just fooling myself. People like me don’t get to have happy endings.”

#dialogue prompts #story prompts #writing prompts #creative writing prompts #superhero prompts #heroes and villains #retired villain #reformed villain

[lesbianwriter]

“I need your help.” Hero slammed the door shut. The bell jingled noisily, scattering around wildly after the force of Hero’s slam.

Villain’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “What—how—Hero?”

Blood dripped down the side of Hero’s face, but the do-gooder barely paused a moment before she was hurrying around, closing the blinds over the window and shoving an entire shelf over the door.

“You have a back door, right?”

Stunned, Villain stared at Hero. “…yeah, but that’s not important right now!”

“It’s very important.” Hero grabbed Villain by the wrist. “Grab the money from the cash register.”

“Are you robbing me?” Villain gawped.

“No, I’m acquiring your help and we’ll need money for necessities like food and water, so I’m telling you to grab the money.”

“Hold on!” Villain pulled away, breathing heavily. “What is going on?! You’re not even supposed to know my civilian life! You shouldn’t be here! And—and you’re bleeding and running around without explanation. I don’t understand.”

Sirens began to wail outside.

“I might have pissed off Superhero…and Supervillain.” Hero grimaced, and she touched her fingers to the bleeding gash on her forehead. “You’re the only one who can help me. Please, Villain. For me?”

“I…how did you manage to piss off two of the most powerful forces in the world?” Villain fumbled to open the cash register and shoved a pocketful of cash into her bag, shoving it in Hero’s hands. The situation made no sense—under any normal circumstance then she wouldn’t help Hero—but it didn’t seem like there was much of a choice anymore since Hero brought the problem directly to her. “There’s a back door. You go first, I’ll grab a few things.”

“Villain, no. They’re going to bust down that door at any moment.”

“Do they know my identity?”

“No, but—“

“Punch me in the face. Now.”

“What?”

“Why are you the one hesitating now?!” Villain demanded, her voice rising in pitch as the voices outside began to get louder. “If they walk in and only find me, then—“

Without another word, Hero punched Villain in the face and sent her head reeling.

A trickle of blood began to run down Villain’s nose.

As Villain stumbled woozily for a moment, she regretted it, but by the sounds outside she could tell they were close to knocking down the door. It was better to be safe than sorry. Hurriedly, she clumsily gathered the weapons she’d hidden in case of emergency, and she ran out the back right as the first thud sounded against the door.

“This is your car?” Villain gasped, crawling into the driver’s side seat.

“I hot-wired it.” Hero bit on her bottom lip as she struggled to get the engine to start.

“You stole a car?!”

“You’re a villain, you should be used to crime! That’s why I need your help!”

“I’m not used to you committing the crimes!” The car roared to life and Hero sped out of the alleyway, taking a sharp turn down a relatively empty street and narrowly dodging a hot dog cart. “Will you stop swerving?!”

“Stop screaming! It’s making me nervous!”

“Your driving’s making me nervous!” Villain’s body veered into the window, and she grappled with the seatbelt as Hero took yet another dangerous swerve. “Where are you driving to? The afterlife?!”

She almost vomited in her mouth when Hero finally stopped the car, the sudden jerking motion making her entire body lean forwards and strain against the seatbelt as if she were a boneless rag doll.

Hero breathed out erratically, peering out the side mirror at the police cars zooming by. “Thanks for helping.”

“You didn’t give me a choice.” Villain wheezed. She breathed in through her nose and tried to think clearly, but nothing was forming in her mind because it didn’t make sense.

“Sorry for the punch.”

“I told you to do it; it’s better to be safe than sorry.” She wiped the blood into her sleeve. “Why are both Superhero and Supervillain after you? I thought that you and Superhero were a power couple or something like that…”

“I found out that they’re working with Supervillain.”

“What?”

“I know!” Hero widened her eyes, and when the coast was clear of more cop cars she slowly began to pull out of their hiding spot. “It’s all connected, and they can’t have anybody knowing that—so now they’re trying to kill me!”

“How am I supposed to do anything about that?”

“You used to work for Supervillain. You have to know how to defeat them.”

“Used to.” Villain echoed, finally sitting back up and leaning against the seat. “God, I feel sick. Can you drive slower this time?”

“As long as we don’t run into anybody that wants to kill us.”

Villain did her best to take a calming breath, but the sound she made was closer to a malfunctioning air conditioning system than anything remotely close to calm. She tried to think about what her therapist said. It was always something about finding ways to ground herself. Villain could feel her bones rattling in her body, she could smell old cigarettes from somewhere in the car, she could hear Hero’s voice saying something unintelligible through the static noise humming in her ears.

“What are you saying?” Villain gasped.

Hero glanced over at her. “Are you going to vomit? The windows are the old ones with the cranks, so start opening it now if you need to…”

Numbly, Villain just shook her head. “You were saying something.”

“Will you help me?”

“I quit villainy.”

“This wouldn’t be…that.” Hero grimaced, clenching the steering wheel a little tighter. “It would be heroism. Real heroism.”

“I’m not a hero either. Maybe—maybe you should just go into hiding. I can teach you how to do that. I mean, I’ll have to get a new identity now, and we could do it together.”

“I can’t do that,” Hero sighed. “Villain, they’ll keep looking for me. I can’t be left alive. Either I destroy them or they destroy me.”

Villain chewed on the inside of her mouth as she mulled over the idea. “Fine, but don’t expect me to lay down my life for you.”

“Okay. That’s fair.” Hero exhaled. “Also, by the way, you might want to open the window.”

“…why?”

“There’s more cars coming.” Hero slammed her foot on the gas pedal.

#hero x villain #retired villain #sapphic #heroes and villains #superhero x supervillain #corrupt superhero #wlw #teaming up with the enemy trope or whatever it’s called

[nelkcats]

Not everything is what it seems

When Young Justice found Superboy, the heroes began to think, were there other similar places? Were there more cloned heroes? How had it all started?

So they investigated, there wasn't much to salvage from the destroyed place but they managed to trace the plans of the cloning pods to an abandoned mansion in Wisconsin. It appeared to be normal at first glance, although no one had set foot there in a while, that was until they got to the basement.

The basement was a mess, one side was destroyed as if something had exploded, on the other side were notes, capsules and DNA samples, though these were clearly useless, if the files could be trusted. It appeared to be old research, all of this was addressed at the weekly League meeting.

The worst part of it all was learning that the sample did not belong to any of them; what might have seemed like relief turned into torture when they discovered the existence of a "hero" in the past, a young hero who had acted before them all, and about whom no one knew anything. Another concern was a possible clone of said hero on the loose, though they didn't know how to address either issue.

Bruce couldn't get out of his head the image of a scared kid, out there without any support, fighting an evil version of himself. The League's priority was to find that boy immediately, and see if his clone was still active. They had to do something about it.

Most of them ignored Captain Marvel's advice to leave the matter alone, as it had been a long time and they didn't know the current circumstances.

At Amity Park, Danny felt a chill, he had a bad feeling. He decided to ignore it as he continued to scold Dan and Dani for using their powers irresponsibly, he knew the citizens of Amity wouldn't care, but the rest of the world would. Danny feared the world wasn't ready for them.

It really was hard being a single parent, although it didn't bother him, after the initial awkwardness everyone had adjusted and were quite happy.

#dpxdc #Danny retired long ago #Amity kinda retired from the world #they don't care #Amity is a safe place and that's it #They don't communicate with the outside world often #The things that Amity needs are provided by the Infinite Realms #dp x dc #dc x dp #Vlad moved to Amity too #Danny and Vlad are in peace now #Although Danny collects child support from Vlad #he's raising Dan and Dani after all #Vlad doesn't mind #Since he moved he didn't leave anything important in his mansion #just useless papers #The League expects to find a lost hero who needs help and guidance #Instead they will find a single father and a reformed villain #This is full of misunderstandings #Somebody should listen to Billy

[zhalfirin]

Call Me Menace & Villains Never Retire - wingedcat13 Four alterations of the same book that I had the joy to hand over in person as a surprise gift to @desmothene, @pleasantboat, @finalfrontierpublishing and @fantailpress on a meet-up this January.

Many thanks to @wingedcat13 for the permission to share her work.

Read the Call Me Menace here and Villains Never Retire starting here.

Materials used book case boards - museum board (white) counter pull layer on boards- museum paper (white) spine stiffener - photo cardboard (white) vellum (calf parchment) coloured with alcohol based stain - cover material

inner book textblock paper - Schleipen fly 05 115gsm endpapers - marbled paper by Renato Crepaldi endbands - buttonhole silk coloured top edge - chameleon acrylic ink

#bookbinding #fanbinding #wingedcat13 #villains never retire #call me menace #vellum binding #parchment binding #renato crepaldi marbled paper #gifts to fellow renegades (You all are wonderful company and I enjoyed meeting you a lot) #colourshift acrylic ink #coloured edge #handsewn endbands