#supervillain whumpee

[chaotic-orphan]

Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, all the power-dampeners suddenly fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I apologize if you don’t take asks, I wasn’t sure!!

I absolutely take asks! It’s confusing because I made Orphan a secondary blog by accident, and I don’t think the ask shows up but please don’t be afraid to send them!

This looks fun thank you very much!

*~*~*~*~*

When Superhero brought Supervillain to the Supermax prison, Jack and Rufus were on duty to bring Supervillain to his specially made holding cell. Fabricator had been in the Daedalian all week, making sure that Supervillain’s cell would hold him for his entire sentence.

Rufus was impatient after getting word from Superhero that Supervillain was apprehended and on route to secure him in the Daedalian.

The prison was called the Daeds colloquially, or at least that’s what Jack and everyone around him had always called it. The Daeds, not a very terrifying name but its idea was that the prison was like the labyrinth that Daedalus made in Greek mythology, keeping the minotaur at bay. Or in this case: keeping the Villains away from the rest of society and keeping the rest of society away from the Villains.

“Do I look okay?” Rufus asked for the seventh time since Superhero’s warning. He was sitting at the reception desk while Jack stood behind the reception desk, arms folded leaning against the wall, eyes focused on the doors.

“You look fine,” said Jack without looking at him.

“We’re going to meet Superhero; I want to make a good impression.”

“I’m sure Superhero will have other things on his mind than to notice you,” said Jack, voice dry and mocking. Rufus turned in his seat to throw a glare Jack’s way.

“I know you’re new here, Rookie,” said Rufus, knowing Jack hated the name, “So let me give you some advice if you don’t want to be a Rookie for the rest of your life. Superhero sees talent and professionalism as commodities and if you get on his good side then you get promoted.”

“Oh yeah?” Jack asked, raising his brows, taking his eyes off the door and looking at Rufus.

“Yeah,” Rufus said, a superior smile gracing his ugly, rat-like face.

“How’s that working out for ya?”

Jack suppressed a smile when the insult landed on Rufus’s ears. He opened to his mouth to argue back but stopped at the noise. Jack’s eyes went to the doors as they heard the familiar buzz of the prison doors, followed by commotion.

Rufus’s retort was lost on his lips as he straightened, standing up to greet their guests. Even Jack fixed his uniform before the double doors opened in front of them.

Sidekick came in first, tall, skinny, face hidden behind a mask that covered his mouth. Jack couldn’t remember his power but could tell from the way they held himself that Sidekick wasn’t one to be messed with.

Maybe the superiority came with the job description as Superhero’s assistant.

“Hello, Superhero will bring Supervillain in in a moment. They told me to warn you again, not to look Supervillain in the eyes.”

“Of course, Sidekick,” Rufus said, bowing his head solemnly.

Jack tilted his head. “Doesn’t Supervillain have power dampeners on?”

Sidekick looked back at Jack, eyes narrowing slightly at being questioned.

“Always good to be cautious,” said Sidekick coldly.

“Of course, Sidekick. You are absolutely right. You will have to excuse Rookie here, they are new.”

“Right. This is the way things are, Rookie,” said Sidekick with a roll of his eyes.

“My name’s Jack,” said Jack flatly. “Maybe with you heroes this is the way things are, yeah. However, in the Daeds your job is done, respectfully, Sidekick. We’ll handle things our way.”

“Jack!” Rufus chided, and at this point Jack didn’t care anymore. If Sidekick was going to be rude, then Jack could be too.

Sidekick narrowed his eyes further at Jack’s comment but couldn’t speak further on the matter when the doors opened again, and Superhero walked in.

A hush fell over the room. Superhero had a hand on Supervillain’s elbow as they escorted him in. They both looked like shit, but Supervillain was definitely the worse off of the pair. Jack noticed the Sentinels from the permitter of the prison follow behind.

Two stayed on the other side of the door, two more followed Supervillain and Superhero inside, standing like statues with guns ready to fire at any point. Their faces covered by visors, and Jack wasn’t entirely sure they were human, but they gave them the creeps, nonetheless.

Jack noticed Rufus bow his head and make a point of not looking directly at Supervillain, but Jack stared at his ruffed-up face as they entered. Supervillain’s face was covered in bruises, some an old, fading green like the one on his jaw, and the newer ones angrier looking, a mix of purple, blues and reds.

Blood was crusted on Supervillain’s upper lip and chin from what Jack could only imagined came when Superhero broke Supervillain’s nose. The broken nose and busted lip and blood trails only added to Supervillain’s already roguish appearance. A devil-may-care smile made its way onto his lips when he saw Rufus bow his head on Superhero’s command.

His grey eyes widened slightly when he met Jack’s, and he tilted his head slightly, smile growing more bemused than smug.

“Hello Rufus, good to see you. Have all the arrangements been made for the security of Supervillain like I asked?”

“Yes, Superhero. Uh good to see you too! All requirements for, um, the prisoner’s cell have been fulfilled.”

“Marvellous,” Superhero sighed, then nodded at Rufus. “If you will show me the way I can escort him.”

“Of course, Superhero,” said Rufus, grabbing the keycard from behind the desk and nodding. “Right away, Superhero.”

“Actually— “said Jack without thinking, and then instantly regretted it when all eyes turned on them. Two pairs unfriendly, one set tired, and one set of eyes curious, surprised even. “The protocol is you sign in the prisoner here and we take it from there.”

Supervillain suppressed a laugh, lips curling in on themselves as he turned his head away with a slight breathy huff.

Superhero cocked an eyebrow, glancing from Jack to Rufus for an explanation. Rufus was instantly at Jack’s side, slapping him on the arm.

“Forgive them, Superhero… they— “

“They’re new,” informed Sidekick curtly.

Superhero blinked. “I— okay? Nice to meet you, we can discuss this further after I have made sure that Supervillain is secured.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you beyond this point,” said Jack, standing his ground. “No member of the public— “

“I am not just a member of the public,” Superhero interjected, more confused than angry. Although Jack noted, Sidekick’s stare had enough hatred in his gaze for them both. “I am— “

“Not just a member of the public,” said Jack coolly, cutting them off, “but a member of the public no less. Unless you are officially authorised— “

“Of course, they are officially authorised,” Rufus said through gritted teeth.

Jack shrugged. “Sorry, I just didn’t see any papers. I have no problem letting you through if you have the authorisation, Superhero.”

Supervillain let out a squeak before he swallowed the rest of his chuckle.

It was Sidekick who answered: “call the Mayor, she’ll give the authorisation.”

“Not political authorisation. Legal authorisation.”

Superhero was starting to grow more tired by the minute. “Listen, kid— “

“Officer,” Jack supplied helpfully.

Superhero grit his teeth at being cut off again. “Officer, I always bring in Villains. I understand there is a need to prove yourself, however— “

“However, section 38 of the regulatory arrests by Heroes act says that in regard to the apprehension of Villains, and or, Supervillains, by a Hero, and or Superhero, a Hero will be permitted to bring a Villain into the custody of [Supermax prison].”

“So let them in,” said Sidekick, but Jack just smiled at them.

“You are permitted only to bring a Villain into the custody of the Daeds. However, I realise you want to bring Supervillain into the cell and make sure he is secured. In that case, I assume that you have an order pursuant to section 38, paragraph 3A.”

Superhero blinked at Jack, while Sidekick stepped forward threateningly. “Do you know how long of a day we’ve had? Just forego the fucking Heroes Arrest Act and let us through.”

Jack’s eyes were cool when they found Sidekick’s blue ones that were blazing with hellfire. Jack stepped forward, matching Sidekick’s stance, and thankfully he was roughly the same height as Sidekick otherwise it would have been awkward.

“I’m afraid this is a prison, Sidekick. Laws apply here. I can’t just disregard statute, and unlawfully allow you to enter to satisfy your tantrum. Unless you want me to authorise everyone to be allowed entry to the most secure prison in the country?” Sidekick’s jaw set hard, but they were the first to look away and step back slightly. Jack turned his attention back to Superhero who was far more amiable.

“I am assuming by Sidekick’s anger that you don’t have the proper authorisation to bring Supervillain further. I will take Supervillain off your hands and make sure they are secured and properly handled under our care. You have my word. Rufus, here, will take care of the proper paperwork you have to sign,” Jack said, taking a bit of joy in Sidekick’s furious helplessness.

Superhero, who looked like shit too, just nodded, rubbing their temple at the many, many words Jack was spouting. To be honest, they didn’t want to sign paperwork. They just wanted to get home and have a long hot shower. Order a takeaway. Relax.

“Okay,” said Superhero with a nod. “We’ll do that. Stand down, Sidekick.”

“But— “

“We can talk to the mayor, tomorrow,” said Superhero, staring at Jack with a measured gaze and a neutral expression.

“Give the Mayor my best,” said Supervillain casually as Superhero handed Supervillain over to Jack.

“He’s your problem now,” said Superhero. “Good luck.”

Jack nodded at Superhero, then turned and brought Supervillain through to processing. Only after the doors closed with a loud beep did Jack let out a breath, he didn’t know he was holding.

“Very bold of you to stand up to Superhero,” Supervillain mused, voice teasing. “What was your name again, Officer?”

“I didn’t give it,” Jack said with a shrug.

Supervillain hummed. “Of course, what is your name then Officer?”

“Officer will do just fine,” Jack replied curtly, heart hammering against his chest.

“Of course, Officer. And is your background in law, or do you just like to know your rights?”

“I’d prefer if we didn’t talk about me if it’s all the same to you.”

Supervillain went quiet for a moment. Then said, “alright. You’re a smart one, never give anything for free.”

“It’s just not professional,” Jack said after a hesitant pause. Why did he feel he needed to explain his behaviour to Supervillain of all people?

“Of course, I understand Officer. I’m guessing I never killed anyone belonging to you since you’re very calm and collected in my handling. Unlike Sidekick.”

Jack clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’d prefer if you stopped trying to get me to talk to you, Supervillain.”

Supervillain went very tense under Jack’s hand and Jack was sure that Supervillain was going to strangle him there and then. Then, Supervillain relaxed and nodded.

“I can respect that, Officer.”

That was it.

Supervillain didn’t speak again, didn’t put up a fuss or plead or try and persuade Jack to free him. He didn’t make another offer or attempt to start a conversation. He followed all the procedures up to, and including, taking his cuffs off when he was in the cell.

“This place…” Supervillain said, a shiver running down his spine. “It’s strange. Unnatural. With the power dampeners you can still feel your power underneath them, trying to escape but here— I just feel empty.”

Supervillain looked at Jack through the bars, grey eyes apologetic as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I just— I talk a lot. It’s strange.”

“I’ll bring by dinner and get the Doctor to fix you up in a while.”

“Thank you, Officer.”

Jack didn’t say anything to that as he left. He didn’t know how to respond and even if he did what would he say?

I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable?

This is what you get for the blood on your hands?

Neither of them seemed satisfactory to Jack so he left the room in silence. Leaving Supervillain’s words of gratitude lingering on the air.

                                        *~*~*~*~*

Rufus didn’t talk to Jack for a few days after “embarrassing” them in front of Superhero and Sidekick. Jack honestly wished he knew how to get Rufus to shut up sooner, or he would’ve done it weeks ago.

Alastair laughed when Jack told him the story in the locker room two days later. Alastair was pulling on his steel toed boots, sitting on the bench in the middle of the locker room while Jack buttoned up the shirt of his uniform.

“Damn, kid,” he said in his rough, northern accent. “I don’t know if I would have done that.”

Jack furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Alastair shrugged and said: “Superhero is a powerful enemy to have.”

“Superhero didn’t really have the problem; it was more Sidekick.”

“Same difference.”

“How?” Jack asked. “The law is the law. I can’t bend the rules for the superhero who seeks to enforce them.”

“I’m not saying you should. I’m just saying you’re braver than I am.”

Jack smiled at that, as he pulled his tie from his locker and wrapped it around his neck.

“Well, that makes sense. Your bones old and weary now.”

“I can still beat you in a fight ya wee shit,” Alastair said without hesitation. Jack let out a loud, bold laughter at that, and Alastair joined in soon after.

*~*~*~*~*

Alastair got off the phone later that same day and let out a sigh. Jack was just coming back from his lunch, and when Alastair’s eyes landed on him, he beamed with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Chef doesn’t want to give Supervillain his food,” said Alastair.

Jack wrinkled his nose at that. “Why?”

“Afraid he might hex them or something. Said he can’t afford to be fired if he tries to stab one of us later.”

“Just tell him that his powers don’t— “

Alastair waved Jack away. “Ya can’t explain all that high spec shit to the superstitious small-town folk, Jack. The only reason there’s a small town here is because the Daeds makes jobs, and jobs mean people and people mean towns and schools and — “

“So, what, did Supervillain not even get breakfast?” Jack asked, incredulous. Alastair shook his head with a resigned “Nope.”

“Fuck. Well…”

“That’s what I said too, Jack,” Alastair said with a mischievous grin. “I told Chef it’s fine. Jack is immune to Supervillain’s powers and that you’ll bring him his meals every day.”

“Everyday? I don’t work seven days, Alastair.”

“I guess he’ll starve then when you’re out, won’t he?”

Jack glared at Alastair. Then shook his head and sighed. “I’ll arrange something with Chef for when I’m not working. Maybe double up on meals or something.”

“God damn, kid,” Alastair grinned, beaming his handsome smile at Jack. “You just solve all my problems.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack said, waving him off as they headed for the Supermax ward of the Daedalian. “You just sit here and rest, wouldn’t want you breaking something if you had to actually work.”

“Come back and say that to my face,” Alastair threatened as Jack swiped his card to the iron bolt doors.

“Get hearing aids, old man.”

Alastair quipped something back, but the door had closed in that time leaving Jack alone in the hallway that connected the reception desk to the Supermax ward.

The closest ward to the Guard’s hut, and consequently, the Sentinels. Jack had to pass them at every corner once they got into Maximum Security. The cold, unfeeling things, always staring vacantly through his visors down at Jack.

Maybe they would bring Supervillain his food on Jack’s days off.

The thought of speaking to one of the sentinels scared Jack more than Supervillain starving to death on his watch. So, Jack would have to figure out something else.

*~*~*~*~*

Supervillain’s cell was locked behind locked door on locked door, on a locked ward from a locked corridor and buried under 50 feet of concrete. If there was any signal going awry in the prison, Fabrikator would know and would be alerted with her strange power that there was a fault and come fix it.

The best repair woman to have around, but her eyes were always a little to the left of you in a conversation, like she was seeing things that normal people didn’t.

When the final doors opened up to get into Supervillain’s cell, Jack took a breath then walked in. The door closed and locked behind Jack and couldn’t be opened from this side anyway. He had to wait for the person at the desk to buzz them out.

Supervillain was sitting on his bed at the back of the cell. His grey eyes found Jack’s and they smiled. His colour was better, his face a little less bruised. Now just more swollen than sore looking.

“I thought you were going to starve me,” said Supervillain, voice dry and crackling from disuse.

“Oh, we are,” said Jack, and Supervillain froze. “This is my lunch. I just thought I’d torture you with it.”

Supervillain raised his eyebrows, questioning how stupid they look at moving to stand from the bed. “I— “

“I’m just joking,” Jack said, smiling and walking over to the bars of the cell. “Sorry. The chef is superstitious. Afraid you’re going to control his mind and make them do awful things.”

“Who can blame them, really,” said Supervillain. His tone was self-deprecating, but behind it, Jack detected something sad. He pushed the tray through the hole in the bars, and Supervillain took it. “Thank you, Jack. Your kind to bring me this.”

Jack stepped back and nodded. “It’s a basic human right, Supervillain.”

“Some people say I’m not human,” Supervillain said, bringing the tray to the table and sitting down at it. Plastic knife and fork and spoon.

“I think with all the shitty things you’ve done, Supervillain, you could only be human. You scare people because you’re powerful, yes, but I don’t think that’s the extent of the fear you get.”

“No?”

“No,” said Jack, “I think people fear you more because you’re a reminder of who we all have the capacity to be.”

“Hmm,” was all Supervillain replied as he cut into his roast chicken dinner. Jack stood there for a while, more because Chef said that he has to collect the tray and the dishes.

Supervillain didn’t leave him waiting long. It must have only been five minutes when Supervillain sat back with a big sigh and a satisfied smile. Those grey eyes found Jack’s and his smile almost softened. Or maybe Jack was just imagining it.

“Please give my compliments to the chef, Officer.”

Jack let out a little awkward laugh. “I would, but they’d probably think it was a spell that you were using to control them.”

Supervillain laughed a little at that too. He picked up the tray and brought it to the bars, sliding it through for Jack to take.

“Officer, if you don’t mind, can I request a favour?”

“I can’t— “

“Just some bottles of water,” Supervillain asked, voice low and kind and a little pleading. “I can go without food, it’s just— “

Jack softened and nodded, taking the tray from Supervillain’s hands. “I’ll bring some more back to you at Dinnertime?”

“Thank you, Officer,” he said, his smile genuine.

Jack waved at the camera and the room filled with the sound of buzzing, the door opening slowly for Jack to leave through. He waited until it was closed, a voice in his mind locking down his nerves and muscles and rooting him in place. Just to make sure the door closed properly, and sealed.

The light of the lock flashed from green to red, and Jack could move again. He was fine. Supervillain was secure. He made his way back to the kitchens to talk to chef and make sure Supervillain doesn’t go without food.

To get to the kitchens, Jack had to pass by the moderate security prison for powered individuals. They were far rowdier and more boisterous than Supervillain.

“What’s this? Jack, you get demoted to kitchen duty?” Other Villain jeered. Jack ignored them and kept walking.

*~*~*~*~*

Jack was off for two days after that, and all they could think about was Supervillain. If he was fed, if he was starving, if someone remembered to top up his bottles of water.

It was driving them crazy. He should be relaxing but no, here they were, forgetting his grocery list as they stared at the multipack bottles of water in the supermarket and all they could think about was fucking Supervillain.

He needed to figure out a better way to make sure Supervillain had his basic needs attended to before he could actually relax on a day off.

Jack shook his head and went back to his shopping list and tried to push thoughts of Supervillain from his mind.

*~*~*~*~*

“Was Supervillain fed?”

It was the first question Jack asked when they walked out of the locker room. Rufus was on with them today and didn’t move or do anything to acknowledge Jack’s question.

“Rufus.”

Silence.

Jack rolled his eyes and walked up to the reception desk, slamming his hands down on it. Rufus looked up, a horribly smug smile on his face that made them look like a goblin.

“Oh, hi Jack. How were your days off?”

“Great. Was supervillain fed?”

“Hmm, Supervillain… Supervillain… nope,” Rufus said, popping the P. “Doesn’t ring a bell Rooks. Are they a new admission?”

“You’re such a dick, Rufus,” Jack all but growled, walking behind the desk and scanning his key card to maximum security. The door buzzed and Jack slammed it open, half jogging to the kitchens to talk to Chef.

“Hi Chef,” Jack said a bit breathless. He must have looked a sight.

Chef turned and smiled a wide smile at Jack. “Ah! Jack. Thank God. I have the voodoo man’s breakfast prepared for you.”

Jack followed Chef’s hand to the tray set aside away from the rest. Jack walked over and picked it up, thanking Chef.

“Did Supervillain get food when I wasn’t in, Chef?” Jack asked, turning back to face them.

Chef nodded proudly. “Yes Jack. I recruited Rufus and Alastair to feed him when you are gone.”

Jack blinked. “And they did?”

“Yes Jack. Or they ate the tray and returned it. Either way, I am happy.”

Jack’s hands tightened on the tray creaking the flimsy plastic slightly. Jack nodded and said nothing, he didn’t trust his voice to speak so he left with Chef’s comment hanging in the air.

A seed of worry planted itself into Jack’s stomach lining and ricocheted out into a ball of anxiety at what he might find at Supervillain’s cell. If he’d be alive or not. Two days without water, Supervillain could survive that right?

The anxiety didn’t leave Jack, in fact it got worse the closer they got closer to Supervillain’s cell up to the very point that he was buzzed through and opened the door to Supervillain’s cell.

He barely registered the door locking with a buzz as he half jogged over to the bars of Supervillain’s cell. Jack’s eyes went to the lump in the bed under covers and rapped on the bars with the tray.

“Hey, Supervillain. It’s breakfast,” Jack announced, his mind reeling with the same mantra: please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.

“Supervillain?!” Jack asked, voice rising in pitch. The lump stirred in bed and Jack felt the anxiety flood out of him, his shoulders sagging in relief.

He was still alive.

“Off— “Supervillain said with a dry throat, cutting himself off with a raspy cough.

“I have water,” Jack said quickly. Too quickly, too eager, why did Jack even care? Because someone had to so Supervillain doesn’t sue them, a pragmatic voice told Jack and he nodded.

It had to be that.

 Totally.

Supervillain moved slow, languid. Each movement an effort. Jack frowned. Surely, he wasn’t that famished from hunger?

It was when Supervillain turned to face Jack that drew his expression into a horrified one and stepped back. Supervillain was bloody and bruised, but these weren’t the old bruises. They were fresh, new. The bandage that Doctor used to set the swelling on Supervillain’s nose was covered in blood, re-broken. The stitches from the cut through Supervillain’s eyebrow was reopened, dark blood crusting over it and his lips were bruised and darkened by blood.

“What— “Jack began but shook his head. “Who did this?!”

Supervillain managed a smile, cracking some of the dried blood from his lips and stood from the bed. The moment he placed weight on his leg Supervillain collapsed, coughing and sputtering dryly, barely catching himself before his head hit the hard floor of the cell.

Jack put the tray on the ground and opened the doors to the cell before sense told him otherwise and ran to Supervillain’s side with a bottle of water. He put a useless hand on Supervillain’s back and Supervillain flinched.

The scariest, biggest, baddest Villain of all time flinched from Jack’s touch.

Jack took his hands off Supervillain as if it burned and sat back, giving Supervillain some space. Jack looked on helpless, worrying his bottom lip and said: “I have water. I need you to sit up, if you can. I won’t touch you, but you need to help me here.”

Jack needed Supervillain to work with him so they could see the extent of the damage. Supervillain composed themselves, sucking in a sharp breath with an arm wrapped protectively around his ribs they sat up, pressing his back against his bed frame.

Up close everything looked worse; his bruises looked angrier, his blood looked black, and his face was far too pale to be okay.

Jack opened the lid of the water bottle and handed it over to Supervillain who took it with a wince of a smile and drank greedily from it. They were drinking so fast that some of the water ran down the corners of his mouth and Supervillain yanked the bottle away with a sharp hiss as the water hit some of the cuts on his mouth.

Jack leaned forward but Supervillain’s eyes shot to him, wild, wounded and angry and Jack stopped, pausing uselessly.

“Sorry— “Supervillain offered; his voice had a little more volume to it now. He sounded like an off-brand Supervillain instead of the real, terrifying one. Jack shook his head and got to his feet.

“It’s okay. I have food for you too.”

Jack felt Supervillain’s grey eyes follow his every movement and when he turned back to face him, Supervillain had a wry smile at the open door to his cell.

“No fear of me escaping like this, is there?” he asked with a dark chuckle.

Jack placed the tray down beside Supervillain and back up a few steps, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall.

“Who did this to you? Was it Rufus?”

Supervillain shrugged weakly and winced again. “How do you know it was a Rufus?”

“They’re the only ones with keys to your cell,” Jack spat. Supervillain hummed, picking at the food on his tray and then pushing it away.

“Maybe I did it to myself,” Supervillain mused taking another sip of water, being careful to drink slower this time.

Jack rolled his eyes and said, “if you want me to believe you just got up and beat yourself bl— “

Supervillain’s eyes cut Jack off. “I didn’t say anything about beating myself up, Officer. Just that maybe as a result of my actions this is what karma has in store for me.”

Jack’s frown deepened at Supervillain’s reply, brows furrowing.

“You— you can’t seriously think that!”

“And if I do?” Supervillain asked, voice more like velvet again. He tilted his head at Jack’s expression, grey eyes smiling smug. “Just because I am a villain, Officer, does not mean I don’t understand consequence. In fact, as a villain, I think I understand it more than the average civilian.”

“You’re not in a prison to be beaten by the people who are meant to ensure you serve your sentence, Supervillain.”

Supervillain pursed his busted lips. “Maybe not. Or maybe, I’m in a prison to serve my time and repent my sins. I’m in here for justice’s sake. Perhaps justice means different things to different people.”

“Maybe,” Jack replied hotly, stepping forward and dropping to a crouch, looking Supervillain in the eye, hands bawled into fists at his sides, “but standards of practice don’t, so tell me who did this to you so I can bring them to justice. Please?”

Supervillain smirked and sat back against the bed frame staring up at Jack with smiling eyes and replied: “Officer, I did it to myself.”

Jack shook his head with a huff and stood, walking towards the cell door again and locking it. Looking back through the bars, Jack said: “Try and eat some more, I’ll get the doctor to come and check you out. Hopefully clean the cuts at the very least.”

“Thank you, Officer,” Supervillain said politely, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

*~*~*~*~*

After the Doctor saw Supervillain, Jack returned to reception, fury winding every nerve tight and hot. They moved faster, anger spurring him on more than energy. Once he swiped his card to reception, he threw the door open and stalked out, eyes zeroing in on Rufus’s back and strutting towards Rufus, looming over him.

Jack grabbed the back of the chair and swung it around.

“Oi!” Rufus exclaimed in surprise, but his mouth shut when he saw the look on Jack's face and an ugly smile spread across Rufus's face. “Jack! You've been gone so long, tell me, how is Supervillain doing?”

Jack didn't think.

He reached forward and grabbed Rufus by the collar of his shirt with both hands and dragged him from the chair. The wide-eyed surprise was enough of a gift, but it didn't satisfy Jack's anger. He didn't want Rufus to be surprised; he wanted him to be scared.

Jack pivoted on his foot and brought Rufus with him, slamming the weasel back against the support beam of the door. Rufus let out a harsh oomph and gasped when Jack twisted his wrists, turning his knuckles in on Rufus's collarbone and pressing down hard.

“You want to fucking ask me that again you piece of shit?”

“Who are you to do this to me!” Rufus screeched, indignant. Jack just yanked Rufus back and threw him back against the wall with ease. Rufus gasped out again and wrapped his hands around Jack's wrists trying to remove them but failing. “I AM YOUR SUPERIOR!”

“You're a fucking idiot, Rufus. You attacked Supervillain in his cell. Admit it.”

“I only admit to doing what any rational person would do to a scumbag like him.”

“You are fucking psychopath! He isn't a threat in here! You abused your position of power by assaulting him.”

Rufus's eyes turned murderous. “And he didn't abuse his power when he was terrorising people in the streets, did he? When he was attacking businesses, people's livelihood? How many people died because he could abuse his power?”

“You should know better.”

“No, Jack. You should know better. Do you really think the rules apply to him? If he's willing to break them, he should be willing to have rules broken for him.”

Jack pinched his lips together at that, the logic was there, and Rufus was angry and Jack should just drop it. He sighed, grip loosening but not letting go completely. “You're not the law.”

“Either are you, hotshot. You glib know-it-all bastard. You just think you're so smart, don't ya? Well,” Rufus said, screwing his nose up in disgust and pressing forward against Jack's knuckles harder. Jack breath came out faster, heart beating harder, lips curled back. “I know you're just another bastard kid from the Daeds whose father probably abandoned him when he saw you in the crib after he left you and your whore mo-”

Rufus didn't get to finish because Jack had shot a swift uppercut to his nose.

“YOU FUCKING BRAT!” Rufus wailed, stumbling to the side and holding his nose as blood gushed from it. “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!”

“What's all the--” Alastair said, coming out from the break room along with the sentinels who had drawn his guns at the pair. Alastair's eyes went wide, taking in the scene within a second and was already moving towards them, telling the sentinels to “stand down. I got this.”

The sentinels obeyed with a heavy shuffle, returning to his eased position guns no longer pointing at Jack and Rufus. He left his sandwich on the counter and Rufus saw him and cried, “Alastair thank god! Jack's out of control! The little bastard-”

Jack didn't think. They just moved. His fist was caught before it could make contact and they almost growled his displeasure.

“Call me a bastard again you fucking coward!” Jack yelled as Alastair bent Jack's wrist behind his back and slammed his front against the wall. Jack struggled, head butting back trying to get Alastair off them, but Alastair was twice as big and twice as strong as Jack. He just placed a hand on the back of Jack's neck and held them still. “Get off me!”

Instead, Alastair turned to Rufus and said: “go get cleaned up. I'll deal with him.”

“Be careful,” Rufus sneered, “Jack's gone feral.”

Jack struggled more in Alastair's grip until his wrist was pushed further up his back and Jack hissed in pain through gritted teeth.

“Go to Doctor,” Alastair ordered, “and don't say another word or I'll let Jack break something else.”

Jack struggled futilely in Alastair's hold, trying with all his might to push back but Alastair had him effectively restrained so he had to wait for Alastair's orders.

“Ssh, kid,” Alastair said, voice gentle as he rubbed a thumb over the back of Jack's neck. Jack's struggles ceased, a warm wave of calm overcoming him. “Deep breaths, come on now. It's okay.”

Jack took deep breaths, in slowly, feeling his ribcage expanding against the cool wall and exhaling again. “You're okay. Relax, that's it.”

It took another three long deep breaths before Alastair said, “okay. I'm gonna let you go now, and you're going to tell me what happened okay?”

Jack nodded, even though it was hard to do with his cheek smashed against the wall but still somehow, he managed. Alastair released him then. The moment his contact ended Jack felt that warm calm that overtook them rinse away like cold rain and they turned wearily, rubbing his wrist which was already bruising and looked up hesitant at Alastair.

Alastair turned and walked to the countertop, grabbing his half-eaten sandwich and nodded for Jack to sit in the chair. Half fearing Alastair wrestling him into the chair, Jack sat obligingly and stared past Alastair like a bold child about to be scolded.

“What happened?”

“I went to see Supervillain today and he was beaten within an inch of his life.”

Alastair blinked and took a bite of his sandwich. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jack asked, incredulous. “I just told you that a prisoner was beaten up under our watch.”

“And you assumed it was Rufus?”

“Who else would it be?” Jack hissed.

“Me,” said Alastair flatly and Jack sat back in his seat, shock forming an uncomfortable lump in his throat. “Doctor. Chef. Nurse. Fuck, one of the many cleaners?”

“They don't have keys to his cell.”

“Okay. So maybe one of them came to Rufus and asked for them. Maybe it was innocent, maybe it was nefarious, and Rufus knew what they planned, but that doesn't make Rufus responsible.”

“It's his responsibility to-”

“To step in the way of people's vengeance?”

“That's not-”

“Fair?” Alastair asked, raising his brows into arches. “Listen kid, I'm gonna tell you some truths about your new best friend, Supervillain, okay?”

“He's not-”

“Shut up, don't speak and just listen,” Alastair ordered and Jack's lips closed at the command. “Your pal that got ruffed up in his cell has murdered people, Jack. That's something you should remind your righteous moral compass when you're exercising judgement on his behalf. He has killed many, many people. Doctor's husband and daughter was two of them when he collapsed the train lines on seventh.”

That fact hit Jack like a stab in the gut. “She...” Jack said and then swallowed. “Doctor never told me.”

“Why would she?”

“But Doctor's fixed-” Jack began, but the fire burning in Alastair's eyes shut them up again.

“Yeah. Doctor does her job. Chef still cooks him dinner even though his brother and nephew were killed in the central bridge crash because of fucking Supervillain. George, the cleaner for us, his sick mother was in Westfront hospital when Supervillain gave Superhero that impossible ultimatum between the elementary school and the hospital, so don't come in here, acting like a righteous prick and being Supervillain's number one fan when you have no skin in the game.”

Jack was uncharacteristically quiet. The silence was deafening. Jack swallowed, eyes down and the guilt started weighing heavy on his chest.

After a few minutes of a terse silence, Jack looked up to apologise and noticed the bruises on Alastair's knuckles. His eyes stopped and stared. It felt like his stomach ran right off a cliff and was in freefall to the choppy, unknown waters below because Alastair would never…

It did not go unnoticed.

Alastair looked down with a fond kind of smile as he ran a thumb over the broken and bloodied skin that was fresh, only just scabbing over.

“My sister-in-law was in Westfront hospital in labour, about to give birth to my nephew. I was about to be an uncle. My brother was about to be a father. He lost everything in the incident. It ruined him, he blamed himself. She told him to go home and get a shower and sleep, and then she was dead. A week later he took his own life.”

A tear ran down Alastair's cheek and trailed down his strong jaw like a gentle trickle. It looked so foreign on his face, his usually happy-go-lucky charming face and smile.

“So don't you blame Rufus and go guns blazing giving him credit for my work again, Jack. Ya understand me?”

Jack felt the threat in his words.

Jack swallowed and nodded and said, “yeah. I understand.”

“Good. Then we won’t have any more problems here will we?”

Jack let his displeasure show through his petulant gaze, cocking an eyebrow at Alastair. “Depends. Will you beat up Supervillain in his cell again?”

“If the mood takes me, yeah.”

Jack sucked in a breath and set his jaw, looking to the doors of the Maximum security murderously. A strong hand reached forward and grabbed the head rest of the chair and turned it until Jack was facing Alastair again. Except it wasn’t the same Alastair that he knew. This one was strange, something uncanny and off glinting in the corner of his expression.

“I’m sorry it’s not the answer you want, kid, but it’s the truth. I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m still very fond of you and your integrity. I’m just trying to paint the picture for ya,” Alastair said leaning down, forcing Jack to sit back into the seat until his back was flush with the cushion and head rest. He was trapped under Alastair’s arm and body, and all he could do was glower up at Alastair’s charming smiling face that had an edge to it. “If you stand by Supervillain in here, you stand on your own.”

Jack pursed his lips swallowing a witty retort.

“Understand?”

“Understood.”

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@annablogsposts sorry this took so long, I had to split it up into parts to get it out this week, I hope you enjoy!

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Deserved

Whumpay Day 20: Enemy-to-Caretaker • Masterlist •

Warnings: Superpower whump.

Supervillain deserved this.

Really, they deserved to be locked into a room with barely enough food and water to survive. They deserved to be beaten, to be stripped of their powers.

Leader didn't.

Because Supervillain had been an awful leader. They had used people, and they never worked with the weak, and the weak next to them never stayed weak after brutal training sessions. It was the debt they had to Villain, and they still had too much to pay if they looked at the torture sessions.

But Leader was kind to everyone, a great leader, and they had helped Villain when Supervillain had crushed them. Leader helped Villain to heal. Or at least until they decided to fake their redemption.

Leader didn't deserve to be locked into the cell Supervillain had once designed for them to suffer. They didn't deserve to lay at Supervillain's feet, delirious and weak, completely at their mercy.

Villain had gone too far, uniting the villains to attack the agency, tricking heroes to think they wanted to be one of them and do good. Getting the other villains out of the picture would crush the way the agency worked by removing its purpose. It was a death sentence to the villains since the agency building was basically a fortress.

Perhaps the worst was they had made the team believe Leader was the real bad one, so the team wouldn't ask for them or wouldn't protest as Villain did whatever they wanted with Leader.

Supervillain never had a team like Leader's, a family of sorts, but they knew it must've been painful.

It was unfair.

They knew it was the exact opposite of the things they had done. They tortured Leader, tried to trick their team, turn public opinion, and more. But one thing remained the same.

Leader didn't deserve this.

Supervillain knelt next to Leader and turned them until their head was on Supervillain's lap. Leader gasped, eyes slightly opening as they tried to break free of Supervillain's hold, but too exhausted to keep their efforts even for a full minute.

Leader stirred every once in a while, tensing and losing their strength to stay like that several times. They were curled now, crying, and they were desperately holding onto Supervillain's clothes. They wondered what was Leader dreaming.

Supervillain was about to fall asleep when Leader jerked, quickly trying to escape. They wrapped their arms around Leader with panic, Leader struggling until their movements turned to shivers, shouts to small whimpers.

"It's alright." Supervillain tried to reassure, though they didn't know how much their words would weigh on Leader. They were enemies in the end.

" 's not" Leader whispered, crying silently, not really registering Supervillain's presence.

Supervillain wiped their tears, pressing Leader's head to their chest

"It will be."

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[em-writes-stuff]

mystery pill + gaslighting

day 13 of two weeks of whump @promptsforyourwhumpfic

672 words

villain and supervillain

warnings: drugging, gaslighting

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“Villain?” Supervillain calls from her room. “Can you get me something for my migraine?” 

There’s no reply, but she can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the water running, and now he’s in her doorway. He hands her a glass and pill. 

“Thanks,” she says, popping the pill in her mouth and taking a sip of water. She finishes the rest of the water and hands the cup back to him. 

He nods and leaves her room, placing the cup in the sink and sitting back down in front of his computer. 

Two hours later, Villain stands up and checks on Supervillain, pushing the door open without a second thought. She’s slumped over her workbench, a pencil in hand, and the blueprints for a weapon laid out in front of her. Villain smiles and opens her computer, typing in the password and getting to work. 

Supervillain wakes up in her bed, how she got there? She has no idea. Her head isn’t any better, so she rolls over to face away from the window and draws the blanket up to her chin. 

The next day, Villain gives her the same kind of pill and she downs it without hesitation, hoping it would work. She gets back to work on her weapon, falling asleep after just two hours again. 

Villain wakes her up before dinner, “Are you feeling any better?” 

“No,” she groans. “I think I’m worse somehow. What have you been giving me?” 

He shakes his hands and mumbles, “Just whatever you usually take. The label’s worn off but it usually works. Do you think you’re sick?” 

He presses his hand to her forehead and frowns, “You’re a little warm. Why don’t I make you some tea?” 

“I have that thing with Hero later today. I have to make it there.” she tries to push herself up, but Villain stops her. He gently lays her back down and shakes his head. 

“Don’t be silly, you can’t do anything right now. I can go meet him. I helped you write the deal, so I know the whole thing by heart. Maybe better than you since I was typing it for you.” He lays a blanket over her and nods. 

“No, I have to…I should do it. Hero’s expecting me, so I should be there to meet him.” 

“Sure,” Villain says, taking a step back. “If you can get up and get ready alone, you can meet him. But if not, then can I do it for you?” 

She takes a deep breath and takes a moment to decide, but she nods. 

“Thank you. I’m going to make you tea, and if you’re able to get ready, I’ll pour it in a thermos, alright?” he leaves the room before she can give an answer. 

Villain puts a mug of water in the microwave and sets the timer, then leans against Supervillain’s doorway. He watches her try to get up, and fail three times before stopping her. 

“Supervillain,” He says softly. “You can’t do this. Not today, okay?”

She sighs and falls back against her pillow, breathing heavily. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel so weak. I don’t understand it.” 

He nods and brushes a strand of hair out of her face, “It’s probably just a 24-hour bug. You’ll be right as rain in the morning.” 

She nods, and lets him pull away with a sigh. He walks out of her room, a small, satisfied smile on his face. Quickly, he takes the mug out of the microwave and pulls apart a pill capsule above the boiling water. He tosses the empty capsule in the trash and dunks a tea bag into the steaming water. 

Villain sets the tea next to Supervillain’s bed and walks back out to meet with Hero. What Supervillain doesn’t know is that he’s not going over what they’d planned together. Supervillain wanted peace? After months of winning the important battles against Hero? It wasn’t smart, so she was going to do the right thing for them. 

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June of Doom Day 24

"I think I'm going to be sick"

| Bleeding out | Illness | Cold Sweat |

Cw: The tags above

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Civilian had no idea what they were doing as they packed bandages into Supervillain's wound.

They had stayed home, in bed, all day because of their cold. They were drugged up on cough medicine and enough pain killers to down a horse, which was the only reason Civilian could justify what they were doing, kneeling on their kitchen floor, as Supervillain bled out in front of them.

They had stumbled in at the door, bleeding all over the carpet as Civilian was trying to make themself some soup, and Civilian had, for some reason, decided to help.

So there they were, on the floor, packing the wound with as much finesse as a twelve year old as Supervillain broke out into a cold sweat.

Civilian cursed, shaking Supervillain to try and wake them, but they only succeeded in causing a few bubbles of blood to foam out of the wound.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Civilian muttered, reapplying pressure to the wound.

"You're going to be fine," a voice said from behind them, and Civilian whipped around to be face to face with Villain. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, Boss with want to talk with you when they wake up."

Civillian panicked, their breathing turning erratic before they promptly fainted, ending up on the floor beside Supervillain, equally unconscious, as Villain and Henchman bent down to retrieve them.

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A Trade- Chapter 12

Hello everyone! Long time no write! It’s a bit of a short chapter, but I really wanted to give poor Spite some comfort. :) Feel free to let me know what you’d like to see next! :D (seriously, i thrive on interaction or just random comments if you have any)

I’ll try and continue writing this coming week!!

-Joy

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Almost an hour later, the villain's eyes opened once more, immediately going wide and frightened when they landed on Aki and Isaac. Isaac stood first. "Hey, buddy... It's okay." When he received a terrified whimper, he just nodded and hushed the boy on the bed. "Shhh, I know. You can be scared if you want, that's alright. But I really need you to drink something. If not water, can you drink some juice?" he asked, holding up a bottle. Spite whimpered, back aching as he looked at the bottle. It looked closed- sealed. Shakily, he managed a nod. "Good, good. Here," he said as the bottle's seal cracked loudly open, "I'm going to hold it up for you. Drink as much as you'd like." Spite shivered leaning in for a tiny sip before cringing back. When no attack came, he hesitantly unfroze, squirming forward again to drink, eagerly now. Desperate, even. Who knew if they'd be kind enough to give him mercy again? Before he knew it, he'd drank the entire bottle. "Good. Good. You're okay now." He didn't dare meet the hero's eyes. Just nodded, keeping his head down. "'M sorry... Please don't hurt me," he wept. "No, no. We won't. We're here to help." He didn't believe it for a second, just shivered and nodded. Better to play along until they told him what they really wanted. "Are you cold? In pain? Hungry?" That was the other one. Yoru. "We want to help you feel better." He had to be joking. Everything hurt. Yes he was cold. And on fire at the same time, still, burning deep in his skin, in his spine. He shook his head instead. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again. "That's alright. You can get as much rest as you need. We'll be here to help you, okay? We won't interrupt except to check the wounds and make sure they don't get infected." "Y-Yes, I- I will. Please... D-Don't bring me back." his voice felt rusty, out of use. Something landed over him and he jumped. "Blanket," Crimson said gently. "You're not going back there. I promise, we're not here to hurt you." Spite shuddered, accidentally tugging on the restraints in an attempt to hug himself tighter. He only realized they'd noticed when he heard a faint zrrrrp sound and a flash of pressure on his wrist. Yoru was looking at him, holding the restraints. "We had to use these to keep you from thrashing and hurting yourself. Now that you're more lucid, we don't have to use them anymore. Right?" He nodded hastily. "R-Right, I- I promise, I'll be good, I w-won't do it again," he sniffled. He didn't understand why Yoru was looking at him with a touch of sadness in his eyes. "That's not what I meant, Spite." The villain didn't have time to reflect on what he meant. "Are you comfortable in this position? Do you want help to shift?" Spite shook his head again. It didn't hurt too bad now. He didn't want it to start again. "Um, c-can I please sleep? I promise I'll s-stay still..." Aki hesitated. "Here, hold still for a minute?" Gently, carefully, he laid the back of his hand on the villain's forehead. Letting out a hum, he nodded. "Better than before. Yes, you can sleep. Sleep as long as you'd like, Spite." Spite tried to thank him, leaning into the touch. Really, he did. But halfway through the words his eyes dulled and slipped closed, arms going limp as they pulled the blankets tight around him like a shield.

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Revenge

Notes: Again, pulled this off my phone's notes, and it has been seen by most ppl on the gc, but for anyone else, here you go. I'm sorry, but ISTG high schooollll. . .ughhhhh

TW: blood, death, violence, past trauma, restraints, bone fractures, kidnapping

"I'm not a sadist, no. I don't enjoy the infliction of pain. Especially on innocents. The concept makes me rather sick."

Hero circled the room languidly, in a rather preditorial fashion. "But if I'm being completely honest, I do have a bit of a thirst for revenge."

"Revenge? Who even are you?" his captive asked.

He let out a shrill, cold cackle. "Don't you remember your little nightingale? Your favourite pet?" he spat. He lifted his hood, revealing his face.

And sure enough, it was him. He used to be a skinny, little thing, but now, he towered above him easily, and even though he remained somewhat slender, he obviously had a much stronger build. His face went from being somewhat childlishly soft even in its bony countenance to being harshly contoured with sharp lines. The nightingale had grown up. He wasn't an adult, no. He looked about sixteen, maybe seventeen.

Even if Supervillain was bound harshly to the chair with relentlessly tight ropes, he was determined to have the upper hand. He had a hold on this kid, he'd marked him, scarred him enough, and through all of his pride, he'd made him beg. It didn't matter if the intention was to escape, it still happened. One blissful time. And it was this boy's utter refusal that made him so beautiful to break. It was rarer, scarcer and thus more valuable.

"Oh, so you got all big and strong just to fight me, nightingale? How thoughtful of you!" he chirps with misplaced enthusiasm.

The crime-fighter laughed again, and it almost looked genuine as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Don't give yourself so much credit. You don't occupy that much space in my head. I trained for myself. I got stronger because I wanted to. You didn't inspire anything in me aside from this visceral urge to rip everyone who ever wronged me to shreds. I'm not giving you a taste of your own medicine. I'm giving you a taste of my most bitter poison."

"But you still made the effort to show up, no?"

"I told you. I'm into revenge. It's nothing personal. You're a liability to me. Means to an end. Basically, I'm a bored cat and you're my plaything. You've stripped yourself of the right to be treated like a human being." He shrugged casually as though they were talking about what they liked to order at a coffee shop.

"Well, what lovely activities have you got planned for me, nightingale?" the evil-doer crooned sweetly.

Hero swiftly sliced through the ropes with a knife. He grabbed him by the collar and threw him harshly across the room. He wasted no time on kicking him down roughly with the heel of his boot. He didn't give him any chances to recover. Aiming cruel punches to his face and kicking his ribs so many times he'd practically smashed his entire ribcage. All while the older man let out maniacal laughter.

"What a beautiful show you're putting on! Wondering what you might want with this?" he wheezed.

Cartwheeling and letting his boot smash mercilessly into his chest, the boy let out a downright animalistic snarl. "What I want, is to give you what you ultimately deserve. I was just some kid. Hurt, broken and naïve, and you turned me into a goddamn toy. And maybe sick people like you think it's funny, but none of your victims share the sentiment."

He wheezed again, sputtering blood. "Are you going to kill me, nightingale?" Supervillain let his voice drop down to a stage whisper.

"Of course I will. But this theme park has rules. Can't experience the giant roller coaster without going through all the other rides now can we?" His voice dropped dangerously low, dripping pure venom.

He ended up breaking almost every single bone in his former tormentor's body. All with nothing but his own hands smeared in blood that wasn't his and his feet that were clad in heavy combat boots. And endless cycle of throwing him against the wall "Like a single player game of catch," he'd stated, and he never gave him a chance to breathe, let alone get up.

He'd made sure every movement was an absolute pain. He'd rendered him useless now. If he'd thought he could power through this and break the boy's spirit once more, he was horribly mistaken.

"Nightingale, don't you think you've had enough fun for today?" he rasped out breathlessly, words feeling slow and heavy on his tongue that was now slick with blood.

His-previously-captive-turned-assailant laughed again, a sound almost as grating as nails on a chalkboard. "You better hope God has mercy on you because I don't. I am just a mere human being, lacking God's capacity to forgive atrocities. And this is far too personal."

He pulled out his knife and stabbed him in the chest so many times that he lost count. All the rage, pain, humiliation, just all of it fueled his every hit, blinding him with a flurry of pure, unrelenting hatred, like a monster drunk on its lack of mercy.

"N-never. . .never forget that I broke you before nightingale."

"Oh, and never forget that I built myself up and came back to break you, permanently."

He walked further inside, kicking the rusty himges of the ancient door down to find a little girl, same age as he was when he got taken by that sick freak. She tried to squirm away, useless against her restraints.

"Hey hey hey, relax. I won't hurt you. The man that took you, he's gone now." He crouched down to her level, expression soft and voice soothingly gentle.

"G-gone? When's h-he coming back?"

"Never, sweetheart. He's gone for good."

"Y-you killed him?" she whispered, terrified.

He bit his lip, not wanting to emphasise that he'd just committed first-degree murder to an eleven year old, but he nodded slowly.

He cut through the ropes, trying his best not to freak her out. The child got closer to him slowly, and as if on instinct, she wrapped her arms around his waist, or at least she tried to, and sobbed into his hoodie. He slowly reciprocated, taken aback by the gesture and surprised by how trusting she was. She was probably in shock, the poor kid.

He didn't let go until she did. "Do you remember any of your parents' numbers?" he asked.

"My mum's."

He talked to the mother, explaining exactly what happened as per the child's story. All the while he let the girl, frozen with fear, cling to him as they waited. Whispering words of comfort to try to get her to at least calm down.

After getting the location, she was eternally grateful to him for getting her daughter back.

And that was more than enough to outweigh any inkling of guilt he may have had for killing this psycopath. He'd spared so many kids, not just her, the hell he had been through.

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It was only when the doors closed behind them that Hero's smile dropped. Their hand hit their side with a soft slap as they stopped waving, and they leaned against the elevator bars.

"I think that was a good performance," they stated flatly, staring at the reflection in the metal. "Particularly good. Are you trying something?"

Villain flinched, rubbing their arm and looking away, away from the gaze they couldn't escape, even if Hero was behind them. "I, uh- No, no. I just- It's better if I'm convincing, no? To... really sell-"

"A simple 'no' is enough," Hero cut them off. "Shut up."

Swallowing thickly, Villain nodded, waiting for them to reach their floor.

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The doors had barely opened when Hero pushed Villain from behind, making them stumble into the hallway. "Come on."

Villain was barely able to catch themselves, their palms aching as they held themselves up. When did they get this close to the floor?

"Well?"

The tap of Hero's boot against Villain's side made them let out a pathetic, involuntary yelp. They'd already curled up and braced for impact, hands over the back of their head, knees to their chest. They almost couldn't register Hero's scoff, or the second tap against their back.

"Coward," Hero muttered under their breath before grabbing Villain's arm roughly, yanking them up to their feet. "I said, come on. We're training now."

Villain's gaze snapped up to Hero's, struggling to gain footing as they were dragged along. The squeaking of their shoes in the tile was surely bothering Hero, but Villain had other things on their mind. "I- B-But I thought we already got training done! The- This morning-"

"And it's not good enough."

Villain's eyes snapped to the ground immediately, and they shut their mouth. Even the rest of their body went limp at Hero's tone. What had they even done wrong?

"Clearly, you need more training to do," Hero continued, "if you're acting like that outside."

The training room didn't even seem to register to Villain - not until the doors flew open with a swish, and they could see their bloodstains on the concrete within.

Hero threw them in unceremoniously, and Villain barely missed hitting one of the racks on the way down.

"W-W- Wait!" Villain flipped over onto their back, holding their hands up, as if that would grant them mercy. "Please, I-I don't understand, you said it was a good performance-"

"And that's a problem."

Hero slowly walked over to their fallen "comrade", their footsteps echoing in Villain's brain until it was deafening. As they kneeled next to Villain, they had no persona anymore. All that Hero ever showed them indoors was their true self; cold eyes, unfeeling expression, those lips of theirs that wouldn't smile, wouldn't even frown.

"You're supposed to be a reformed villain," Hero explained calmly. "Do you think a villain joins the heroes because they want to?"

Villain couldn't even breathe an answer. What did Hero want them to say? As if Villain had ever wanted to do any of this.

A slow sigh.

"The answer is 'no,' genius," Hero said. "Because Villains don't want to be good. Do they?"

".... N... No."

'But I want to be good,' Villain had learned not to say, settling for screaming desperately in their own head. 'I do want to be good!'

"They don't," Hero said, laying their hand on Villain's head. "Because all villains are bad people. Aren't they?"

".... Yes."

"That's right. Now, let's begin."

Villain's bruised back, freshened with pain, slammed first into the wall after they were thrown. They could expect more before the night was over. Far, far more. After all, they had the whole night to recover, and the public didn't need to see any bad guys like Villain at night with Hero around.

#Sorry it's cut short I thought it was getting too long #hero villain whump #villain whump #whump #whump drabble #whump writing #hero whumper #superhero whumper #villain whumpee #supervillain whumpee

[whump-a-la-mode]

Could you do a Supervillain being betrayed by Villain, and going to the Hero literally begging for help with their wounds?

Oh, this is a super interesting idea! I hope you like what I’ve come up with, and I’d be willing to maybe to continue this in the future if anyone is interested. Thanks for the ask and enjoy!

CW//Environmental whump, frostbite

Supervillain placed their hand on Villain’s shoulder.

“All of this.” Supervillain spoke, gaze cast downwards upon their apprentice. “It’s going to be ours.”

“I know.” Villain murmured in response, icy voice casting out over half-frozen lips.

Another step forwards, they stood on the edge of a skyscraper’s roof, the perfect view of the city of Metropolis. Dusk had long since been cast on the cityscape, leaving the streets cast in streetlight yellow and the tips of buildings dyed a deep purple.

The world was asleep, aside from taxi drivers and late night drinkers. They would be the necessary causalities. There were always some.

“Villain? Are you ready?”

Supervillain removed their hand, taking a step away from their apprentice. From their pocket, they removed a small vial, the blue liquid inside sloshing and bubbling.

“I think so.” Villain nodded as they took the vial.

“Don’t drink it all.” Supervillain warned, taking another cautionary step away. Their arms were already turning to gooseflesh in Villain’s mere presence. In an attempt to warm themself, they allowed a small flame to dance in their cupped hands. The warmth was subtle, but comforting.

“Just a sip. You only need a sip. Then, the whole city will be ours.”

Supervillain could see the tips of their apprentice’s ears turning icy blue. A nervous habit. They wished they could hold their hand, pet their hair, comfort them in some way, but everyone knew:

Fire and ice do not mix.

“Just a sip.” Villain repeated under their breath.

They closed their eyes, uncorked the vial, and took a cautious sip. Just a drink. Less than a fourth of the vial. Then, they replaced the cork, put the vial in their bottle, and took a deep breath.

Supervillain watched as their apprentices palms began to shine with condensation, which then turned to a thin, crystalline sheet of ice. Soon enough, the sheen was running up their arms, their neck, down their torso and their legs. From Villain’s feet, ice spread along the ground, a miniature skating rink around their shoes.

The ice continued to creep up their face, over their chin, their lips, their nose.

It almost reached their eyes before Villain struck.

With a great force, they slammed their hands down on the roof railing, shimmering crystals launching outwards from either palm. It climbed down the posts of the railing, down the side of the building, cascading outwards as the wind began to whip with nipping snow.

“All of this- It’s going to be- It-” Villain stammered, a child’s excitement overwhelming their words.

“It’s going to be ours.” Supervillain nodded. “All ours.”

“No, not ours.” Villain shook their head.

“I- I think- I think it’s going to be mine!”

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“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” Hero reassured, placing down the shivering civilian in their arms onto the cot. Fingers frozen nearly stiff, the civilian struggled to pull the blanket around themself, prompting Hero to help them move it into place.

“You’re alright. Just stay here and warm up.”

With one last look at the civilian’s shaken eyes, Hero turned, giving a brief glance to the rest of the recovery center.

It had been set up in a hotel, cots shoved into every inch of space of the lobby, each occupied by a civilian hidden beneath layers and layers of blankets. Well, they weren’t all blankets. Any fabric was fair game. Coats, towels, tarps, whatever could trap body heat.

There were already hundreds here, countless more in other recovery centers around the city. Yet, homes and businesses were still filled with innocents, struggling to keep warm with furnaces not designed for anything approaching this level of chill.

Thousands more people needed help. Thousands more people needed to be freed from the ice, to be brought somewhere with enough heat to keep them alive.

Hero placed their hand in their pocket, about to pull out their communicator, to be sent to the next disaster site.

Their hand stilled at the sound of a scream. Something was going on outside, if the next battery of shouts was anything to go by. They put their communicator away, pulled up the hood of their coat, and raced out of the hotel’s front doors.

“Get away from them!”

“Run, run!”

“They’re coming this way, get out of the way, get out of the way!”

Hero burst into the whipping wind and snow, feeling flecks of ice snap at their nose and cheeks. Their gloved hands struggled to keep their hood in place, eyes squinting in an effort to see through the blizzard.

Outside, an incoming crowd parted, seemingly more afraid of whatever was in the middle of them than of the whistling cold. Fighting against the wind, Hero moved forward.

It was not until they had broached the crowd that they heard the name.

Supervillain.

“Is that really them?”

“It has to be, look, look-”

“There’s fire! There’s fire in their hand!”

“Get away, get away, grab Sophie and get away!”

The more the crowd parted, the easier it became to see what had frightened the civilians so greatly.

In the middle of the group, a person was kneeling, hands pressed against the icy concrete. Their violent shivering was visible, even through the snow. A tiny orange glow flickered beneath one of their palms, dying out every time that it managed to reignite.

Hero took a step closer. The kneeling figure began to crawl forth on their hands and knees.

They couldn’t move. Hero couldn’t move. In all truth, they wanted to join the civilian crowd, to run. If they were right, if this was Supervillain-

The most dangerous person in all of Metropolis, if not the most dangerous person in the world. Every time Hero’s team had faced them, they’d wound up wounded, weeping, and, more often than once, missing a team member.

Supervillain had placed far too many graves in the city’s cemetery.

The figure crawled until they were at Hero’s feet. Only then did their raise their head, reveal their face.

Hero’s doubt were dispelled in an instant, the same instant in which their heart threatened to jump into their throat and suffocate them. They scrambled several steps backwards, leaving Supervillain once more alone on the pavement.

“Please.”

For a moment, Hero thought the croaking groan had come from the crowd, from someone elderly. Yet, when it came again, the source became much more clear.

“Please. Please. Please, help me, I’m g-g-going to die.”

Supervillain sounded as though they barely had the breath in their lungs to produce the words. Their lips quivered, barely hiding chattering teeth.

This was a chance. If Hero did nothing, if they stood, if they allowed the cold to take Supervillain’s life, then the city would be safer. So, so much safer.

Yet...

Hero’s feet seemed to act almost of their own accord as they moved forward, towards the blue-faced figure on the ground. They hoisted Supervillain up into their arms, burying their face, and therefore their vital airways, into their chest.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” 

The words came out without Hero’s permission. Yet, they came out all the same.

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Medic removed the headpiece of their foil fireproof suit, taking a deep breath of fresh air as they moved onto taking off the suit’s large, bulky gloves.

“They’re stable.” They announced once their wits had been returned to them.

Hero glanced behind their teammate, eyeing the steel door and its plaque, reading:

‘Quarantine’

They couldn’t help but feel as though they were in Chernobyl as Medic began the process of taking off the rest of the suit.

“Stable?”

“They won’t die on us anytime soon. But it’s... Not a pretty sight.”

Hero furrowed their brow. “What do you mean? They were only hypothermic?”

Medic gave a sympathetic glance.

“They’ll be lucky if they wind up with ten fingers and ten toes, by the end of it. Whatever it is about their powers... It’s like they’re allergic to ice, or something similar to that.”

“Allergic?”

“I said, it’s not pretty. But, they should live.”

Finally out of their suit, Medic looked like a normal person once more, aside from their rosy cheeks and ears. The cold had done a number on all of them, even the warmth of the base had yet to bring them back to full strength.

“I was afraid you’d say that.” Hero muttered under their breath.

“I’m not the one who decided to bring them back.”

Hero’s cheeks flushed for a reason other than cold.

“I don’t know why I-”

“There’s not a lot we can do about it.” Medic hung up their suit outside of the quarantine room-- They’d be needing it again soon. Rubbing their hands together, they sat down on the bench beside Hero.

“Do you think they can get out?”

Medic ran their tongue over their teeth.

“Well, they’re strapped down, inside an airtight case, and in the isolation chamber.” They sighed. “If we’re lucky, it might keep them for a few hours.”

“Do you think Leader will be back by then?” Hero questioned.

Medic’s shoulders tightened.

“Who’s gonna tell them about, uh, this?”

“Not me.”

“Not me.”

“Tell me about what?” Leader asked from where they’d been standing in the doorway.

Hero and Medic paled.

#whump #whumper #whumpee #hero whump #villain whump #supervillain whump #supervillain whumpee #whump writing #whump community #hero villain whump #hero villain prompt

[spiralofwhump]

It’s almost 3 am and I’m thinking about (super)villain whump- Maybe a hero tries to torture villain in an effort to rid them of their villainous mindset, if negotiating and talking won’t work, perhaps torture will? Maybe Hero genuinely believes that torture is the only way to help the villain turn over to the good side Or maybe Hero is doing this purely to hurt Villain back for all those they have hurt, they don’t want villain to be good or for them to see the error of their ways...Hero just wants them to hurt

#whump prompt #supervillain whump #supervillain whumpee #hero whumper #villain whumpee

[chaotic-orphan]

Could you do a scenario where Supervillain is branded?

Supervillain’s arms were stretched out either side, keeping them on their knees without so much as a centimetre of give in the chains. Not that they could move even if they wanted to. They were drained. Drained of fight. Of energy. Of their strength. It was hard enough to keep their thoughts straight nevermind their vision.

Then there was a hand on their chin, tilting their head up and Supervillain groaned with the movement. Eyes blearily focusing on the pale complexion of the devil themselves.

A minor league Hero that was pure evil and anything but Heroic. They didn’t have rules or a code of ethics and morals that superhero did. No, they verged on Villainy if they didn’t despise every villain on earth.

Supervillain was honestly tired of their monologues at this point but at least they sunk in. Not that Supervillain would ever tell them that.

“Good news, Supervillain,” said the Not Hero with a smile. “I’m bored of you so I’m finally letting you go. Giving you your freedom. I would’ve thought it was going to be more of an epic fight and you escaped me because you were actually strong, but you’re nothing. Nothing. I expected more from you. Nod your head if you can hear me.”

Hero moved Supervillain’s head up and down and then released their chin as they said: “good, but before you go I have a parting gift. Something I want you to remember me by.”

They left the room and Supervillain had to strain to keep their heavy head upright. They blinked at the door, but Not Hero didn’t return. Supervillain let their head hang again, breathing a small sigh of relief that they didn’t get to experience Hero’s gift.

Then Supervillain’s head snapped up again, mouth open in a soundless scream as something white hot pressed relentlessly against their taut shoulder blades and sizzled at their skin. Still Supervillain lurched forward in their chains trying to get away, their arms shuddering as the pain followed them. Their throat raw… had they been screaming that whole time?

“Beautiful,” said Hero, taking the pain away but it didn’t matter. The burning pain lingered and Supervillain was heaving in dry breath through gritted teeth trying to fucking deal with the sensation.

Hero appeared in front of Supervillain again, a sick smile on their face. Supervillain glared up at them through their tearful eyes, their body shaking, chains jangling with the minuscule movements keeping them there. Struggling and in pain.

“I think that was the best reaction I’ve got from you yet,” they said, voice almost reverent. They placed a hand on Supervillain’s chest this time, cruel eyes never leaving Supervillains. “Let’s go again, shall we?”

Before Supervillain could even register the threat, Hero’s hand was glowing white. The scream came from the bottom of their gut, cutting up their oesophagus and tearing vocal cords before being unleashed into Hero’s emotionless dungeon and roaring in waves as the white hot pain seized Supervillain’s heart and wrapped around their ribs, as if it was going to sear bone.

They threw themselves back in their chains, but again Hero followed. Supervillain’s mind was static, not processing what was going on, muddled, murky wet and yet all too aware of that hand on their chest and the smile on Hero’s stupid weasel face and something Supervillain snapped.

The pain melted away and Supervillain stopped screaming. Hero looked at them with hard set eyes and Supervillain grinned, showing all their teeth.

“Do you want to know why my name is Supervillain, Hero? Did your colleagues not teach you better than to go after the big dogs?”

Hero just scoffed and went to press their white hot hand against Supervillain’s neck. Except Supervillain caught it in their own and now the delicious fear was painted all over Hero’s stupid weasel face.

“How are you—“

A snap echoed throughout the stone walls and Hero screamed. Their ulnar bone sticking out from their shattered wrist. The blood was starting to get all over Supervillain’s hand so they shoved Hero away while they got to their feet.

It felt so good. God, they haven’t been able to stretch in what? Days? Weeks? Their knees were creaking, killing them bones rubbing off each other exhausted from having to hold their weight in that same position.

Then there was the matter of the screaming, bleeding hero in front of them with their bones sticking out of flesh and cradled against a blood soaked shirted chest.

“Stay— stay away from me!” The kid shrieked and Supervillain chuckled. They looked so tiny now that they were to their full height, did the weasel have spots on their face? What were they?

“I’ve never seen a hero go through puberty. Usually we wait until we’re a little older. A little wiser,” Supervillain said, as they stepped forward, right onto the kid’s retreating knee. “We definitely make sure we have manners and treat our prisoners right, or something nasty like this happens, Hero, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please! I’m sorry. Don’t kill me please! Please!”

“Oh I won’t kill you,” Supervillain said, voice softening. They crouched down on their hunkers to look Hero in the eye. “Watch,” was all Supervillain said as they pressed a hand over the split wrist and the bone retracted back to how it was before, inside their flesh and the wound as if it was never there.

Hero looked up at them with wide eyes, testing their wrist by flexing it to and fro. “Ho— how? How did you?”

“I don’t inflict pain I cannot heal,” said Supervillain, and Hero looked like they were going to cry.

“T-t-tha- thank you, thank you—“ Supervillain silence them by lifting a single finger in the air and Hero’s attention was back on them.

“It’s just— well, I’m a Villain, Hero. And I can heal any wound. Most of the time I just choose not to. Watch,” and Supervillain held their hand over the kids wrist again and their hand was on backwards, bones lining up perfectly and moving in the way no fingers ever should.

“Wha—“

“Oh, you’ll have to forgive me. A little body horror is always my favourite revenge. I once turned someone’s eyelids inside out. They had to wear sunglasses so they didn’t scare their own children. Hilarious stuff really, but that was because they beat me in chess, Hero. You… you tortured me for hours of endless torment. You didn’t feed me or give me water, or let me out of my chains to take a piss. So think of all the fun I’m going to have with your body while you’re conscious.”

#writblr #hero villain writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain story #hero #writing prompt #villain #hero villain prompt #prompt challenge #writing #anon request #request snippet #request writing #supervillain whumpee #hero whumper #supervillain whump #Whump writing #branding #branded supervillain #whump prompt #whump drabble #supervillain my beloved #I love bad heroes #hero villain whump #superpowers #superpower whump #orphan #orphan writing

[turnthetablesonthem]

Darkness Falls - 10

Warnings: panic attack, begging, past collar mention, panic attack, hurt/comfort.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpwillow, @briars7, @shydragonrider, @whumpsday, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @interdimensional-chaos @wolfeyedwitch, @elrys-creates

Note: Joey is a king

_______

Nemesis watched Slipknot shift in his sleep, mumbling something she couldn’t make out.

His fever didn’t seem to be coming down, which concerned her. She looked up as Joey entered.

“Why don’t you take a break, Nemo?” He asked quietly. “You’ve been here all night.”

“I don’t want to leave him alone.”

“I’ll sit with him. You take a break.”

Nemesis shrugged, standing up.

__________

Joey sat down on the chair, watching the feverish boy on the bed shudder and writhe, turning his head from side to side with a weak moan.

“Easy bud.” Joey said softly, gently placing his open palm on the younger man’s scalding forehead.

Slipknot whimpered, the sound so different from what he was used to from this once arrogant, dangerous Supervillain.

It was about ten minutes before Nemesis returned, holding a steaming bowl of instant noodles

“Not the healthiest choice.” Joey commented, earning an eye roll from the girl.  “Ah, how does your spine look today?” He asked. “Surely you must have seen it from rolling your eyes so hard.”

Nemesis huffed a laugh, and Joey smiled.

His amusement died as Slipknot squirmed under his hand with a distressed whine.

Joey looked down at the damaged skin of his neck, and grimaced.

“I’m going to have to bandage his neck. It’s not healing as well as I had hoped it would.

Nemesis nodded, understanding the implications.

Joey reached into the medical kit that he’d left next to the bed, grabbing disinfectant wipes, and a roll of bandages.

Joey braced himself, and gently began dabbing the raw, infected skin where the collar had been.

Immediately, Slipknot jerked back with a groan of protest.

“N-No, please.” He whimpered, fever-bright eyes fluttering open. “Please, I-I’ll behave, I-I don’t- d-don’t need to be c-collared a-again...” He whimpered. “P-please no...”

“Steady there, bud, no one is going to put a collar on you. I just need to get you cleaned up.”

“O-oh God, please don’t. Nononono, please.” He begged, confused and terrified.

“Calm down buddy, I know you’re scared, but please lie still for me.” Joey murmured, as Nemesis sat on the bed next to Slipknot.

The supervillain looked up at her with wide, pleading blue eyes.

“N-Nemesis, please, I can’t- don’t let him-”

“Ssssshhhh, it’s okay, Slipknot.” She said softly, resting her palm on his forehead. He closed his eyes, leaning into her hand.

“I need you to sit up for me, okay, bud?” With that, Joey helped pull him upright. The boy whimpered, slumping against Nemesis, lacking the strength to remain upright.

He flinched back with a weak cry as Joey began to bandage his neck, stuttering pleas spilling from his chapped lips.

Nemesis murmured something that Joey didn’t hear, rubbing her fingers through his sweaty hair.

Slipknot sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut as Joey fastened the bandage shut.

“It’s not a collar, Slipknot, here, look.” Nemesis murmured, reaching for remainder of the bandages.

She moved her hair aside, and began wrapping the bandages around her own neck, fastening it shut with on of the small safety pins in the medical kit.

Slipknot looked up at her with wide eyes, his breathing beginning to steady.

“There, see? It’s not going to hurt you. I promise.” She murmured.

_______

Nemesis waited until Slipknot was asleep before she turned to look at Joey.

“He trusts you.” Joey said again. “He trusts you not to hurt him. He doesn’t trust anyone else.”

“He still begs me.”

“For protection. Not for mercy. He trusts that you won’t hurt him.”

Nemesis nodded, brushing her fingers over Slipknot’s forehead. Even unconscious, he tilted his face towards the touch.

“You need to finish your noodles.” Joey said.

Nemesis was about to tease him, pointing out he’d said they were unhealthy, when she saw the concern in his eyes.

“You look worried.” She said, and he chuckled.

“It’s just a part of having kids.” Joey murmured, leaning forward, and kissing her temple. “You’re my daughter.” He whispered, and ruffled her hair.

#fever #panic #begging #wound cleaning #crying #Supervillain whumpee #Supervillain character #feverish supervillain #Nemesis #Slipknot #Joey #past collar mention #feverish whumpee #scared whumpee #comfort #found family #past torture mention #whumper turned whumpee #whumperee

[blood-of-ink]

Like Broken Glass- 3

Warnings: Fever, past torture, mild pneumonia, scared whumpee, begging, mentions of nightmares.

Taglist: @whumpwillow, @stuck-in-this-mortal-form, and @equestrianwritingsstuff,  and @neverthelass

Supervillain drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he was aware of who was with him, other times he wasn’t.

Right now, it was Civilian curled up in the chair next to his bed, wrapped in a blanket.

“She had nightmares about you.” Supervillain flinched at Villain’s voice, shrinking back as the other man walked into view.

“About how you were going to drown her.” Villain glared at him. “Do you have any idea how awful it is to hear your sister screaming in the middle of the night, crying that she doesn’t want to die?”

Supervillain closed his eyes, shaking his head.

“I doubt I could ever explain it to you.” Villain hissed. “So, I’m sure you understand why I’m not too sympathetic towards you.”

“Please.” Supervillain whimpered. “I... I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are.” Villain replied. “Because you know exactly what it’s like now, don’t you?”

Supervillain sniffled, looking away.

“Don’t you?” Villain growled.

“Yes.” Supervillain whispered.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” Villain sneered.

“Neither will your head after I pound it so hard you have three tongues in your shoes.” Civilian’s voice said coolly. “This isn’t the time for your ranting, Villain.”

“Did you just threaten to beat me over the head?” Villain demanded, ignoring the rest of what his sister had said.

“Yes.”

“Way to show appreciation Snip.” He huffed, shaking his head slightly.

“Stop being a bully, then.”

“Was anything I said untrue?”

“No, but it’s not what you said, it’s the reason you said it. To be an asshole.”

“Hey-”

“Oh come on. We both know that’s why!”

“He needs to-”

“No, you need to stop.”

Villain just scowled, and stalked away.

Civilian sighed, and looked down at Supervillain, who flinched back with a groan.

“Please, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise, please-”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Supervillain.” Civilian said, though she wouldn’t look at him.

“I’m sorry I tried to hurt you... I-I’m so sorry.”

Civilian just nodded, then tentatively, she put her hand on his forehead, and winced.

“I’m gonna go get Hero, you’re still burning up.”

Supervillain swallowed thickly as he remembered what he’d done to Hero. Whipped him, beaten him, broken his leg.

“N-no, please don’t.” He stuttered, reaching out and weakly grasping at Civilian’s wrist. “Please- I don’t-”

“Supervillain, it’s okay. No one is going to hurt you.”

“Please.” He whined, too terrified to listen to reason. The memory of the torture, the whip, the beatings, the water boarding. It was all too much.

“N-no! Please, no more! I’ll never do it again, please, please make it stop! I’m sorry!”

_____

Civilian knelt next to Supervillain as he fell into a full blown panic attack.

“Please, please, no more! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! Please, don’t hurt me!”

“Hush.” She said softly, cupping his flushed face in her hands. “Hush now, it’s alright.”

“No...” He whined, terrified eyes locking onto hers.

“Lie still, Supervillain, it’s okay now. You’re not there anymore.”

He took a shuddering breath, and began to cry.

It was so unnatural, watching a once deadly criminal mastermind sobbing like a frightened child, shaking uncontrollably in the blankets.

“Hush, it’s alright, you’re safe now.”

He looked up at her with wide, imploring eyes.

“Please...” He whispered again, his eyelids beginning to droop. “Mercy.”

With that, he passed out.

Civilian sighed, going into the bathroom to get a wet cloth, which she laid across his blistering forehead, brushing his damp hair back.

“It’s alright now.” She murmured, gently taking his hand.

#whump #past torture #supervillain whump #supervillain whumpee #whumperee #feverish supervillain #sick supervillain #whumper turned whumpee #begging #fear #panic attack #crying #feverish whumpee #fever #sick #illness #torture mention

[turn-the-tables-on-them]

Darkness Falls chapter 2- Broken.

Warnings: Torture, sickness, fear, begging, whipping aftermath, torture aftermath, whumper turned whumpee, scared whumpee, Supervillain whumpee, infected wounds, graphic infection.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @oddsconvert @whumpsday @interdimensional-chaos @mylifeisonthebookshelf @elrys-creates, @wolfeyedwitch @whumpwillow @pigeonwhumps

Joey wasn’t actually expecting to find any members of the Rogues when he entered the warehouse. He was expecting it to be empty, they usually were by the time he got there. Over the past eight months, only 5 members had been arrested. However, once he got in the main door, it became clear that it hadn’t been abandoned for long. Fresh cigarette smoke hung in the air, and there was mud on the floor that was still drying. He’d been close to catching the bastards.

It wasn’t Vigilante’s that Joey had a problem with, hell, he was one himself, it was their use of excessive violence to those they deemed to deserve it.

Plain torture, there was no other way to describe what was done to their victims. Even the worst criminals shouldn’t be tortured, in Joey’s opinion.

He came to another door, which proved to be locked. Joey sighed, taking a step back, and kicking it in.

Joey strode in, only to freeze up in shock as he registered the scene before him.

In the corner, restrained to the wall by a leather collar, was one of the most vicious people he’d ever had the misfortune to encounter.

“Slipknot?” Joey breathed, immediately wary of a trap, even as the other man flinched back. He was covered in blood and bruises, with several long gashes across his muscular chest. The sharp smell of vomit hung in the air.

Joey shook his head. It wasn’t a trap. Slipknot would never willingly put himself in a position that made him seem vulnerable, let alone… this.

Releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, Joey approached the younger man, who cowered back into the wall.

“N-no.” He whimpered. His glazed blue eyes widened in terror as Joey continued towards him. There wasn’t even a shadow of the arrogance that had always surrounded him.

“No, I can’t- please, I wasn’t, I-I didn’t- no, no please!” He cried, trying to scramble back as Joey stopped a few steps away.

He was shivering like a leaf in a hurricane.

“Please.” He moaned, his voice thick with terror, and hoarse from screaming. “Please, no more. I c-can’t… mercy, please, I’m s-sorry.”

“Hey.” Joey said, fighting to keep his voice calm for the younger man’s sake. He carefully reached out, and touched the supervillain’s shoulder, and he jerked back with a yelp that was gut-wrenchingly similar to that of a wounded dog.

“Please!” Slipknot whined, sweat beading across his forehead as Joey sighed. Even through his glove, he had felt the heat of the supervillain’s fever.

Noticing a haphazard bandage around Slipknot’s lower abdomen, Joey reached out to remove it.

Trembling, the younger man, God, he was more a boy, tried to turn away, revealing his back to Joey, who sucked in a shocked breath.

The lashes on Slipknot’s chest were nothing compared to the ones on his back, which was, not to put too fine a point on it, in tatters. 

Layer upon layer of wounds marked him from his shoulders to his hips.

Joey grimaced, unable to imagine the pain the boy must have been in. He slowly reached out to unhook the chain from the leather collar around Slipknot’s neck.

The supervillain sobbed, trying to pull away, choking slightly as the collar tightened around his throat.

When the chain fell away, Joey reached out to him, intending to remove the collar as well, only for Slipknot to shy away from him, his arms gave, and he collapsed onto his side with a weak cry.

Joey took a deep breath, and began to unwind the hardened bandages around Slipknot’s waist, which were crusted with blood and pus.

"N-no please..." Slipknot moaned, squirming fitfully on the dusty floor. Joey could never have imagined Slipknot begging like this.

“Hush, you’re going to make things worse if you keep squirming like that.” He said, keeping his voice low and calm.

The last of the bandage finally peeled itself away from the wound on the supervillain’s side, causing Slipknot to cry out.

Joey stared in horror at the hideously infected wound that had been concealed beneath the soiled bandages.

"Please." Slipknot whimpered. "Please, it hurts, make it stop, please, I-I won’t hurt anyone ever a-again... please." He begged, breaking into a sweat as he struggled to sit up.

“Lie still.” Joey murmured, pushing him back down, eliciting a terrified sob.

"Please... please d-don’t hurt me. I-I know you have every reason too, but please- I-I can’t." He pleaded. 

"Easy there bud, calm down."

Slipknot sniffled, trying to curl up. He made a small noise of pure terror when Joey grabbed his arm, pulling it across his shoulders.

“Easy, easy. I’m getting you out of here.” Joey murmured. Slipknot was both tall and quite muscular, but Joey was even bigger than him, and lifting him wasn’t too much of a problem.

Slipknot trembled in his hold, crying freely now. Joey couldn’t help but wince as he again felt how badly the poor thing was burning up.

Joey adjusted his hold on the younger man, and made his way out of the warehouse, and out to his car.

The drizzle had turned to a downpour, and Joey noted how Slipknot’s shivering worsened, his pity for the supervillain running even deeper.

Joey opened the back door of the car, and propped Slipknot up against the back seat. It was abundantly clear by now that Slipknot was too terrified to see reason, and Joey wasn’t going to risk him injuring himself further in panic.

He closed the door, and went to the trunk, grabbing the bed sheet he’d taken to keeping in the car for road-trips, back when he was still in medical school.

Returning to his feverish ward’s side, Joey draped the blanket across his shoulders, before wrapping it as tightly as he dared around his chest. He repeated the process as Slipknot wriggled and sobbed.

“N-no.” He moaned.

“I know, bud.” Joey replied softly, tucking the last fold in, effectively cocooning Slipknot, and restraining him, just like he had done with Nemesis the night he found her.

Slipknot’s chest heaved, sweat shining on his face and neck as he writhed helplessly against the walls of his cloth prison.

“Shadowdancer, please…” He begged, tears flowing freely from his terrified eyes.

“Easy bud, you’re safe now.” Joey told him, gently pressing the back of his hand against the fallen supervillain’s damp, scorching forehead. Slipknot sobbed, trying to pull away.

Joey gave him a sad look, closing the door, and going around to the driver’s seat.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Slipknot whimpered.

“I’m taking you somewhere safe.” Joey said, smiling softly as he looked back at Slipknot. One glance confirmed that the supervillain didn’t believe him.

“Ple-please, I’m s-sorry.” The fever-stricken boy stammered. “I’ll be good. I- please… mercy… I can’t t-take it anymore.”

Joey just sighed, and turned the key in the ignition.

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Nemesis stretched out on the bed, grinning as she pressed play on the tv, before popping a sour gummy worm into her mouth.

She was just adjusting her pillow when she heard a car door slam. Nemesis glanced at the clock, which read 11:24.

Joey was back earlier than she’d been expecting.

“Nem, come open the door!” He shouted.

Nemesis frowned, putting aside her gummy worms, and pausing her movie.

Jogging down the stairs, she unlocked the door.

“Did you forget your key or some-” She cut off as Joey rushed inside, out of the rain, carrying with him a shivering mess who was weakly begging not to be hurt anymore.

Her lips parted in shock as she recognized said shivering, begging mess.

Slipknot.

The Supervillain’s skin was deathly pale, aside from his cheeks, which were flushed with fever.

He was shaking uncontrollably, moaning incoherent words of distress.

Nemesis shook herself, looking up at Joey.

“What. The. Hell?” She hissed.

“The Rogues got their hands on him.”

“And?”

“I need your help.”

“No.” Nemesis snapped.

“Nem-”

“No. He’s a monster.”

In Joey’s arms, Slipknot sobbed, trying to hide his face.

“He needs help.” Joey said softly.

“Okay, so take him to the hospital..”

“We both know why I can’t.”

Nemesis crossed her arms, looking at the floor.

“We do not condone torture, and we are not about to start.” Joey said firmly, heading upstairs.

Nemesis sighed. “So much for a quiet night.” She muttered, before trotting up the stairs after Joey, and following him into the master bedroom.

She stood beside Joey as he lay the barely-conscious menace down.

Slipknot whimpered, shifting weakly in the blanket-cocoon he was enveloped in, just like she had once been. He was soaked in sweat, and obviously delirious. Or, close to, at least.

He flinched as Joey began to unwrap the sheet.

Slipknot’s glassy blue eyes were half-lidded, but still full of terror. Nemesis glanced down at the four lashes across his chest, clicking her tongue in dismay,

He groaned in protest as Joey turned him onto his side, revealing the countless lashes that were ten times worse across his back.

Despite her bitterness, Nemesis couldn’t help the pity that welled up inside her.

“Ple-please...” He mumbled, his voice weak and raspy. “D-don’t...”

“Nemesis.” Joey said, and she tore her eyes away from the horrible wounds. “I need you to put aside the resentment for now. I need you to help me treat him.”

Nemesis hesitated for only a split second, then, with a sigh, she nodded.

“What do you need me to do?” She asked.

#torture #Slipknot #Nemesis #Joey #whump #supervillain x vigilante #Supervillain whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #fever #panic #begging #sick Supervillain #begging Supervillain #infected wound #infection whump

[wolves-and-winters]

A White Haze

Request: do u write about supervillain turned whumpee, who are experiencing withdrawal symptoms after they've been drugged by a whumper for quite a long time and the hero/vigilante/civilian is helping them during there symptoms?

Warnings: Drug withdrawal, fever, nausea, very mild vomit mention, scared whumpee, Supervillain whumpee, begging, sickness.

Supervillain.

The most vicious, ruthless criminal in the entire region. He‘d stop at nothing to achieve his own goals, he never hesitated to resort to brutality to get what he wanted.

Even the mention of his name filled people with fear.

He was cold and cruel, the worst of the worst.

And here he was, shivering uncontrollably in Civilian’s bed, soaked in sweat, and deep in the grip of fever.

Civilian sighed, adjusting the covers over his trembling body.

“Pl-please...” He whimpered, so different from his usual commanding snarl. “Please, I-I can’t do this... I... please.”

“Supervillain-”

“Please... j-just give me them.” He begged.

Civilian shook her head, knowing exactly what he meant.

“I can’t Supervillain.  You need to recover.”

“Please.” He whined, even more desperation edging his voice now. “I just want it to stop.”

“It will stop.” Civilian promised, gently wiping a damp cloth over his feverish brow.

He’d been drugged for months. It was how the so-called heroes ensured he didn’t cause anymore trouble. Keeping him chained to a bed, doped out of his mind.

It was no wonder he was addicted to the stuff.

She’d found him totally by accident, just a lowly intern at the base. She’d gotten lost, and stumbled upon Supervillain in his sorry state.

Breaking him out had been surprisingly easy. The heroes didn't have him too closely guarded. Because there was no way he was going anywhere in his drugged up state, and who would ever want to break out Supervillian?

Except she had, and now she was in hiding in her parents hunting cabin, with the master criminal begging her for more of the drug to ease his pain.

“I-I can’t do this... please, d-don’t make me do this...” He moaned, shuddering violently.

“Supervillain, I don’t have it. Any of it.”

He sobbed in despair, whining and writhing on the bed.

Civilian sighed, and sat next to him, tentatively resting her palm on his scorching forehead.

“It hurts.” He sniffled.

“I know it does.”

She stayed by his side as he cried himself into a fitful sleep, feverish and terribly weak.

“I promise it will get better.” She murmured, stroking his hair gently. “I promise.”

#supervillain whumpee #civilian x supervillain #sick supervillain #drugged #whump #drug withdrawal #fever #begging #requested #fugitives #cruel treatment

[purple-heart-x]

A Trade- Chapter 11

Hi guys I’ve been very unmotivated to do much :/ Sorry about that. Here’s a chapter though! The mans is still pretty pathetic, but he was coherent for a few seconds too… Interesting. :)

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Tagging: @redwhump, @whumpsday, @shydragonrider, @equestrianwritingsstuff, @stuck-in-this-mortal-form

Taglist is always open! I keep forgetting, but I did comb through every single post on my blog since last time I posted an update to A Trade. If I've somehow misplaced your name, feel free to remind me <3

Anyways, enjoy!

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"Y-You can't do this!" Theo wailed, scrabbling at the restraints with his free hand.

"Spite, you need to calm down," Yoru said firmly, placing a hand over the man's flailing one.

Eyes wide, Spite jerked away, sobbing in terror as the taller man, Crimson, approached. At the last moment, he hid his face, curling up to protect himself.

Had he stayed watching a moment later, he would have seen the way the hero froze at his reaction, horrified.

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Isaac stood stock-still, staring at Spite's cowering form. He had seen his enemy go from a sneering, cruel, self-assured criminal to an injured, whimpering, terrified shadow of his former self within days. But despite everything he had witnessed, despite seeing him whimper and beg Aki for mercy, he had never expected to be seen as the threat. For a closer-to-coherent Spite to fear him.

Aki caught his eye, asking silently if he was okay. Taking a breath, he nodded. Spite had everything to fear here. It only made sense that he was terrified.

Slowly, he approached the bed once more.

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Theo's heart beat wildly as he huddled in the corner of the bed, just waiting for them to hurt him. There was only one reason they would restrain him, and they had every reason to hurt him. His heart sank as he heard a shuffling footstep draw closer. He wanted to curl up so badly, but his back was already on fire, and he couldn't bring himself to struggle any more.

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he wondered whether he would even bother to cry.

The decision was automatic. The minute the footsteps stopped, he let out a sob, terror eroding at his defenses.

Hysterical and alone, all he could do was beg. He pleaded as hard as he could, sobbing that he was sorry, that he'd be better, or at least to please not hurt his back anymore. Please.

Please.

All of his increasingly desperate bargains were ignored as a hand drew closer. And closer. And closer.

His breath hitched and his vision mercifully blacked out before he could feel the pain he knew would follow.

It didn't last for all too long. He woke a short time later, though how short he did not know. The moment he blinked his eyes open, though, something moved. 

His breath hitched involuntarily and he shifted away from the sudden movement. Froze when his wide eyes met dark brown ones. 

Oh god.

“Are you thirsty?” the familiar voice asked.

He didn’t know. Am I?

“Y…Yes,” he decided, still tense as he watched the hero move around his bed. 

His head felt fuzzy, still catching up with the situation. His heart, though, still dropped when Yoru put the cup down on a counter and paused, body blocking Spite’s view of the cup. 

The hero turned and approached the bed once more.

Spite’s eyes were locked on the cup, only to squeeze closed as the pain in his back flared once he tried to sit up. He shook his head, clamping his mouth closed.

Distorted voices drew his attention, but he ignored them, curling up as best as he could and turning his face away from the cup. The voices got louder and demanded answers, but it was so loud… Too loud…

He couldn’t hold in a whimper as someone tried to hold the cup to his mouth. He thrashed, feeling liquid spill over his face and neck, until he was sure they weren’t near. He didn’t open his eyes or mouth, terrified of falling back into the darkness again. The voices around him were quieter, perhaps watching him.

They didn’t pursue him, so he hid his face once more and sobbed silently into the pillow.

Aki sighed. "Spite. It's just water. You said you were thirsty, right?"

The man only sobbed harder, shaking his head violently. 

"Do you want something to eat, then?" Aki asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.

Another violent shake of the head, the supervillain's breath stuttering as he hiccuped, distressed and evidently terrified of ingesting anything.

Aki ventured a hesitant step closer to the bed. "Okay, Spite. That's fine. That means you'll need some more fluids in your IV, though."

His head shot up at the mention of the IV. "N-No," he cried, starting to pull at the restraints. "No, you c-can't-!"

Aki laid his hand on Spite's, doing his best to go slowly. "It's okay now, that's okay. Can you tell me what made you so scared?"

“Please,” the man whimpered, tensing visibly.

And even as he shuddered as his eyes began to flutter, he repeated it.

“Please.”

#begging #whump #whump writing #a #trade #part 11 #a trade #joy writes stuff #supervillaingoesbrr #medic #caretaker #hero #whumpe #whumper #hero caretaker #multiple caretakers #supervillain whumpee #whumper/ee #tw burns #tw medical recovery #my dude is delirious #fever #fever whump #fear of abandonment #misunderstood circumstances #fear of drugging #hehe he go brr some more

[shydragonrider]

Into the Silence - 4

Warnings: High Fever, past torture mention, IV, pneumonia, delirium, panic attack, oxygen masks, restraints, respiratory distress.

Taglist @whumpwillow @whumpsday, @purple-heart-x, @equestrianwritingsstuff, and @everynameistakencarrots

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He was just getting worse, Bella had already paged Joe, and now, she was kneeling beside Wrath, scanning his temperature with a thermometer, and grimacing at the wet rattle of his breathing.

The thermometer beeped, showing a temperature of one-hundred-and-four degrees.

Any higher and it could kill him.

Bella stood, and practically sprinted down to the freezer, grabbing as many of the large ice packs that she could carry, and returning to the feverish Supervillain’s side.

Carefully, Bella placed one on his bruised stomach, and another behind his neck, before laying a smaller one across his forehead. He made a small noise of relief at the cold touch.

Joe arrived moments later, and immediately began assessing Wrath.

“I’d hoped these antibiotics would be enough, but unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case.” He said, wincing as he saw the Thermometer reading.

“I’m going to put him on something stronger, as well as get him on oxygen. He’s having too much difficulty breathing to avoid it."

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Caspian whimpered at the tightness in his chest, the pulses of pain running through his abdomen.

No. Not this again. He let out a strained sob, weakly trying to squirm around. The realization that he couldn’t sent a spike of terror through him.

“No...” He moaned, his voice weak and hoarse. His plea went unanswered, and he felt something press over his face.

Caspian panicked, wriggling around as much as he could manage, gasping for breath. All he did was exhaust himself.

With a sob of defeat, he fell still, unable to resist the darkness that claimed him.

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It took another 17 hours before Wrath woke up, during which time, Ben and Joe had taken turns watching him, before Bella had taken her turn again.

Bella was alerted by the increase in the Supervillain's raspy breathing. Closing her book, she stood up, and cautiously stepped closer.

Wrath groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He shifted, trying to sit up, only to be stopped by the restraints.

His eyes widened in panic, and he began to struggle, breathing heavily.

"Stop." Bella told him, closing the distance between them, and holding him down.

"Ghost-" He cut off as a violent coughing fit shook his muscular body. Bella grimaced at how painful it sounded.

His grey eyes locked onto hers, filled with helpless terror.

"Please." He begged when the fit subsided, his voice muffled by the oxygen mask. "Take it off."

"Wrath-"

"Take it off." He pleaded, dropping his head back to the pillow with a soft groan.

"Take what off?"

"The m-mask. Please." He sobbed.

"I can’t, not until Joe gives the go ahead.”

Wrath whimpered, tugging weakly against the restraints on his wrists. "Ghost." He pleaded again.

"Wrath, I can’t take it off. It’s helping you breathe, okay? It’s helping you.”

The Supervillain looked at her with wide, terrified eyes. She could tell that he didn’t believe her.

“Wrath-” She began, starting closer to him. He struggled anew with a frightened moan.

Bella stopped dead in her tracks. God, you can’t even manage to calm someone down. How fucking useless can you be? Her thoughts scolded.

Bella sighed. “It’s okay.” She tried, inching closer to Wrath, who could do nothing but watch, utterly helpless.

She carefully reached out a hand, and the Supervillain cowered back with a blubbering sound.

“Please.” He whimpered. “N-no. I can’t take this a-anymore.”

“Ssssshhhh, ssssshhhh. It’s okay.” Bella murmured, dropping into a crouch next to the bed.

Wrath’s chest heaved with panicked breaths, and Bella mentally scolded herself again.

“D-don’t hurt me. Please, no more.” He sobbed, writhing futilely against his restraints.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” Bella whispered, reaching out again. Wrath flinched, closing his eyes.

Bella gently rested her hand on his burning forehead, watching as he opened his eyes, now full of tears. He looked up at her in confusion and terror.

“Wrath, it’s going to be okay.” She said quietly, grimacing at the way he shivered, drenched in his own sweat.

His pleading whimper made her heart ache.

“Ssssshhhhh, you’re going to be okay.” Bella soothed, pushing his sweat-drenched blond hair off of his forehead.

He shuddered weakly, a soft moan slipping through his parted lips.

“You’re going to be okay.” Bella repeated, as he again fell unconscious.

She knew that he didn’t trust her, that he was just to exhausted and weak to hold consciousness, but at least it was a start.

#supervillain whumpee #sick whumpee #sick supervillain #scared supervillain #begging #pleading #scared #fear #low self worth #crying #begging supervillain #fever whump #pneumonia whump #pneumonia #illness #sickfic #internal injuries #broken ribs #Panic #hero caretaker #medic caretaker #antibiotics #iv #oxygen mask #respiratory distress