fucked up that the last people to touch him before he loses himself are the ones hurting him and the first person to touch him when hes fully gone and is a monster is pete trying to save him
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Without their hearing aids the world was quiet. They knew things were being said. Sound was happening, but it was like low tv static. Nothing was clear, and it was easy for Civilian to let it fade from their awareness.
Well, normally it would be easy. Normally, walls weren't being blown up, and things weren't communicated via yelled commands.
After giving their hearing aids to the villain, their hands had been bound. They had pleaded with the henchman that he didn't also need to gag her. The henchman had started to force their head still so he could apply the tape when he stopped abruptly. He nodded and stepped away. The villain came into their view and caressed their face, catching a tear Civilian didn't realize had fallen on their thumb.
"You're alright."
Civilian didn't hear the words, but they were able to lip read enough to understand. They heaved in a breath and nodded.
"Good."
With that, the villian had taken hold of Civilian's wrists and gently lead them to the side, protected from the blast but able to move quickly after.
And then the detonation happened. Their ears rang even if they didn't fully process the sound. Dust floated down and Villain had begun to move.
It was chaos and civilian couldn't keep up with everything happening. It was clear that this was a well concieved plan with the people needed to put it in action. They just tried to keep up with the villain and keep their head down. The villain had already made it clear the less they knew the better.
It was a shorter amount of time than civilian expected. Maybe their sense of time was off, but it appeared that the villain's operation had lasted only a few minutes. The crew had locked staff of the office in a closet and taken whatever they came for, bags slung over their backs. They were already headed towards the exit.
The villain had sent a wicked grin civilian's way as he guided them to follow. A van was just past the exit with it doors open.
It was when the villain had not let got of civilian that their mind finally switched out of freeze and into fight.
Their mind screamed, reminding them of those self defense lessons their mom had insisted on before they moved to the city.
Do not go to a second location! A second location means death!
They began pulling away from the villain. Their grip tightened on the civilian's wrists and they stopped outside the van doors.
"I don't know anything. Please, please let me go."
The civilian could see that the villain was speaking but they couldn't focus on it enough to know what they were saying. Civilian just kept repeating their plea.
The villian placed a finger over their lips to silence them and moved the civilian's hair from their eyes.
The villian pointed at the civilian and then fingerspelled O K. They then pointed at the pocket civilian saw their hearing aids disappear into with a smile.
Civilian thought the villain was going to grab their hearing aids. Instead, there was a flurry of movement and they ended up with their back pinned against the villain's chest, wrists still held, and a knife near their throat.
Civilian saw before them why the villain had suddenly done this maneuver.
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Hi, i'm obsessed with your writing, it's so perfect! Could you please make part 3 of Villain and Photographer and Special Event? i'm really curious to know what's gonna happen with the photographer and the hero of SE deserves to have a happy ending, i felt so bad for him, i need the cute and romantic proposal of the villain and the wedding of H&V, i beg you (just kidding, no pressure at all lol🙃). i hope you're doing well and have a great day!
Villain and Photographer Part 4!
So guess who's not dead? Me!
Got myself into a pretty intense writers block there for a couple months (plus I've been working on a novel, school, and work work) but I have powered through! Thank you so much for the request and the compliment!
I decided to continue Villain and Photographer bc that mystery is so fun for me to write. I also get to play around with my OC Assistant Director whom I love so much.
Hope y'all like! I promise there is more to come both in this story and the Special Event one!
Villain and Photograher Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3
The sitting room was just as elegant as the porch. Or was it a foye? Villain didn’t know, they had never been into stuff like that. Still, it was nice. Plush, comfortable, definitely refined. Assistant Director had always liked nice things.
If his daily office attire was anything to go by.
Not that Villain actively sought out the man. Not ever. No one in their right mind crossed him. Not after what happened to Other Villain.
Yet, here Villain was. Sitting in the man’s fucking foye. Villain was still riding the high from the gamble of coming here…let alone actually being let in.
It’s for Photographer…all for Photographer.
The clink of ice within a glass shook them from their musings. They looked up from the chair Assistant Director had, none too politely, insisted they sit in for this little soiree.
“You take ice, correct?” Assistant Director set down two tumblers between them, each with three chunks of ice. Two fingers of Macallan 18 year old scotch was poured into each.
Yup, definitely liked nice things.
“Yes, though how you know that particular facet is a mystery.” Villain watched Assistant Director circle around the other armchair before settling into it. The handle of his revolver still present in the waistband of his sweatpants.
Villain had to admit, it was…disconcerting to see Assistant Director like this. Disheveled, baggy clothes, sporting a case of bedhead on only one side, which made Villain almost certain Assistant Director fell asleep on a couch. Most likely still working.
It was…not an image Villain had ever associated with Assistant Director. With the oversized sweatpants and faded Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt, Assistant Director looked almost…relaxed.
Or at least, he probably had been before Villain showed up at his doorstep in the middle of the night. Now his appearance clashed with the look on his face which was all too familiar.
A look that was a cross between, pissed off, hurry up, and begrudging intrigue.
Normally that face was paired with an impeccable suit, but even with the change in attire it was no less intimidating.
The famous Assistant Director of the Investigation Agency. The young upstart with no powers who somehow holds his own against every super powered villain and hero alike in the entire city; using nothing but intelligence, tenacity, and a hell of a lot of bureaucracy.
Villain hated the man.
Villain needed the man.
Villain needed him to save Photographer.
“The same way you know where I live,” Assistant Director twirled a pencil between his fingers, leveling it in a way that resembled a cigarette.
“What?” Villain inquired.
“How I know you take ice,” Assistant Director elaborated. “The same way you know where I live.”
Villain nodded. Point taken.
Assistant Director replaced the pencil with his glass, rolling it in his hand one…two…three times before taking a sip.
Villain sipped theirs. It burned from the moment it touched their tongue to its landing in their stomach. If it were anyone else, Villain might have worried about poison, but not Assistant Director. Sure, he was terrifying, brutal, and had a track record that could rival Donnie Brasco; but he was also methodical, curious, by-the-book, and unbelievably fair.
That was why Villain was here.
Villain was positive Assistant Director could put them behind bars for any number of reasons and for any number of years if he wanted…but Villain was also banking on that famous sense of justice the man had. If the rumors were correct there was no way Assistant Director would let an innocent civilian, ie Photographer, remain in the situation they were in.
The glass rolled one, two, three, times as Assistant Director took another sip,
“Why are you here, Villain?” The hard edged voice sounded tired.
Villain looked down in their glass, the amber liquid getting lighter as the ice melted.
“I…” Villain started. How to approach this…it had to be perfect. They needed him on their side. “Rumor on the street is you started out in undercover.”
Assistant Director lifted an eyebrow, “Hardly a secret.”
Villain lifted their gaze, “But you didn’t stay there long. Moved up the ranks rather fast.”
One, two, three turns and Assistant Director took another sip.
“Are you here to discuss my ambition?” He questioned. Both knew the topic of his age, or rather lack thereof, was common gossip among heroes and villains alike.
“More to question your motivation,” Villain paused to tip back some of their own drink. “Why not stick around? You were apparently very good at it. Maybe even the best.”
Assistant Director shrugged, “Perhaps I didn’t care for it.”
Villain chuckled ruefully, the old scotch making the sound raspy. “No one is that good at something they don’t care for.”
One, two, three, sip. Assistant Director tipped his head to the side considering.
“That’s true, in a way. And in this case accurate. I did enjoy undercover when I started, but what’s that to do with you? I don’t believe we ever ran in the same circles, even then.”
“No, but I had done a few jobs for Other Villain…” Villain watched as Assistant Director rolled his glass, one, two…he froze. “...before you took her down, that is.”
Villain studied Assistant Director’s face. It was still, frozen, no emotion. Except the eyes. His eyes held everything. Every secret, every angle, every memory that Villain was not privy to.
A long moment stretched.
“And?” The hard tone broke the silence. When Villain looked up, they found Assistant Director’s gaze piercing their own. His glass stayed unmoving in his hand.
“And that victory gave you a reputation among Villains and Heroes,” Villain spoke. “No one can outwit you. Powers, no powers, doesn’t matter. Not even the best of us stood a chance.”
The gaze remained.
“And?” He questioned once more.
This was it.
“And…” Villain leaned forward, “I need you to do it again.”
The hard look broke to one of total confusion. “Again?”
“Yes!” Villain’s insides were twisting in apprehension. “Again.”
Assistant Director was even more confused. “I don’t…”
“Not the undercover,” Villain cut in. “The outwitting. I need you to do what you do best.”
Assistant Director leaned back in his chair, “But Other Villain is…” he gestured out and up helplessly.
“Not Other Villain…Hero.”
Two eyebrows shot up. “Hero?”
“Yes! Hero is not who you think they are,” Villain haphazardly put their drink on the table as they leaned even more into Assistant Director’s personal space. This was it. It needed to be perfect.
They needed his help.
They needed his help.
They needed his help!
“And I have proof, well Photographer has proof, or at least they have proof somewhere!”
So much for perfect. Try frenzied.
“Wait, Photographer?”
Villain felt the weight of the day’s discoveries push them. “They’re the one who killed Agent!”
Assistant Director let out a disbelieving huff, “Photographer killed Agent? I don’t think so…”
“Not Photographer! Hero! Hero killed Agent and Photographer has the proof!”
Silence.
For the first time since Villain had ever seen him, Assistant Director looked…stunned.
“Hero killed Agent,” he repeated slowly.
Villain nodded. “And Photographer was there. Got the pictures.”
“With that 1950s Kodac of theirs.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Of course, everyone who read the paper knew Photographer favored a certain style. Villain wasn’t surprised Assistant Director knew the make and model just by the pictures in the news alone.
“Yes.”
“Where is Photographer now?” Assistant Director asked.
“That’s just it,” Villain lowered their voice. They couldn’t help the shake of it as they thought of Photographer locked up, trapped in their own home…with a monster. “Hero has them.”
“Explain.”
And Villain did.
Everything.
Hero acting suspicious the last few months, the text from Reporter stating Photographer was in trouble, Villain breaking every traffic law to get to the harbor, the body, Villain thinking it was Photographer, the rage, the fight with Hero, Villain losing control…Photographer taking a picture of Villain losing control…fear in their eyes…Hero knowing Photographer had the film, Hero imprisoning Photographer in their very own apartment, Villain tracking Photographer down, the sign language…the bruises…the hidden film that only Photographer knew where.
“...and I can’t…I can’t get them out on my own…” Villain finished. “They’ll never be safe from Hero even if I did. I need Hero taken down…Taken to justice…if Photographer is truly going to be safe.”
Silence followed the tirade. Villain’s mouth was dry. It felt as though they had been talking for hours, though they knew it hadn’t been more than fifteen minutes. They felt panicked, open and raw. They hadn’t meant to get emotional, yet it had happened. Out of all the people to see Villain at their most vulnerable, their most desperate…they never suspected it would be Assistant Director.
“You truly care for them,” Assistant Director spoke softly.
“They’re the only decent person in this entire city. Present company included.”
“Too right.”
Assistant Director leaned in to Villain, scotch almost spilling as he matched Villain’s pose, “So what do you propose?”
Villain felt a spark of hope, “You’re going to help?”
Assistant Director drew out his next breath in contemplation. Villain could see him weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
Methodical bastard.
“It’s not going to be easy,” he relinquished. “Hero is powerful, both in their actual powers and their connections. I can call in every favor owed to me and it still might not be enough.”
“You did it with Other Villain, and she had the highest connections I knew of.”
“I had different tactics then.” Assistant Director straightened and placed his glass on the table right in the center of a wooden coaster.
“But the same mind. That’s all we need.”
“Your confidence is appreciated, but perhaps overestimated.”
“You’re the only one Hero is afraid of. We can use that.” Villain pressed. They needed Assistant Directors help. They needed him to agree.
“Reputation can only get you so far,” Assistant Director countered.
Please!
“Please,” Villain whispered. “Please.”
It was the first time in their life they ever begged.
Assistant Director studied them, calculating, no doubt taking in the pathetic distress written all over Villain’s face.
With a huff and a release of his shoulders he placed one finger on Villain’s forehead and pushed them back to sitting upright in their seat.
“Keep your pants on, Villain.” He said in his signature business tone of voice. “Of course I’m going to help. No need for hysterics.”
Yes, yes, yes, yes! With Assistant Director they had a chance!
“So, where do we start?”
“The film.” Villain declared firmly. “We find the film, we have what we need to both lure Hero away and convict them. We just need a plan on how to do that without making Photographer expendable in their eyes.”
“The film taken with the 1950s Kodak Vito B,” Assistant Director stated.
“It’s their favorite,” Villain acquiesce. “It has to be somewhere not too far. Photographer never left the city after the incident and I’m sure Hero would have already checked the postage.” Villain ran a hand through their hair in thought. “They never told Reporter or Editor, wouldn’t want them involved I suspect…Photographer must have left some clue though. Something small in the event they couldn’t get to it. Maybe in our signs…”
While Villain rambled, Assistant Director stood and walked over to a hard wood desk in the corner. Placing his gun on the smooth surface, he reached into his pocket, removed a key and unlocked the bottom drawer.
“So we begin by searching for the film.” Villain concluded. They watched Assistant Director’s back for any sign of agreement.
“No.” Assistant Director had removed a small box from the drawer and was unlying the twine that surrounded it.
“What do you mean no?! Finding the film is the only way to gain some leverage on Hero and get Photographer back!”
“No, I mean no we don’t have to search.”
“And why wouldn’t we search?” Villain spouted.
Villain’s breath left them as Assistant Director turned around.
There in Assistant Director’s hand was a small black tube. Shiney, fragile, with an orange sticker on the side labeled Kodak Vito B.
Hi yes, I watched the Superman movie and really liked it but I need to rant about something. It's about the apparent real message from the El's. Because I hate when they change Clark's parents' story from worried scientists who were trying to save their son (from climate destruction or war you can pick your analogy), to space nazis who want their son to rule over a whole planet. Because then Lex is right and foreigners want to invade America, I mean, aliens want to invade the Earth. And then I cannot help but hear: remember kids, the only good immigrant is the one who abandons their birth culture to assimilate to american white culture, preferably from birth
The way Superman depicted complicit civilians is gonna stick with me.
Because usually when you have your villain, usually the civilians working for them are gonna be largely faceless or cowed. And then when the hero crashes the scene, only the armed goons are taken out while said civilians flee to remove any questions.
In here though, you can tell they all enjoy working for Luthor. The technicians in his hq have fun plugging in directions to Ultraman. And those in the base camp wear tropical shirts while listening to music and playing games on their downtime. Nobody is working with rigid confirmity nor are there moral reservations (the only objection shown was when his obsession almost got them killed).
So when Mr. Terrific arrived on the scene, it is actually fitting that he wiped out the workers alongside the armed goons.
Also the way Superman's fellow prisoners not only attempted to snitch on him but actually tried to out snitch each other deserves a whole other analysis.
I really liked that detail, what I liked even more is that even the goons were humanized. Superman beats up the raptors but no more than they deserve. One of Luthor's scientists admonishes people about safe evacuation. All of Luthor's prisoners still get to escape, including the ones that tried to snitch. It's proof that anyone can do bad things under the right circumstances, but that doesn't make them less human. We get to see the prisoners reunite with their loved ones, even if they made bad choices while imprisoned. I think that's a really powerful message.
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Superman losing his composure only when people shrug off the lives of others. Doesn’t matter how well he knows them. Doesn’t matter if they’re even human.
He gets upset at the Justice Gang for brutally killing a rampaging Kaiju and not even attempting to find a way to move it or at least euthanize it more humanely.
The only time he raises his voice during Lois’ interview is when she digs into his interference in geopolitics, because people would have died if he hadn’t acted. The only time he yells at Luthor is when Luthor abducts Krypto. The only time he cries is when Luthor murders someone he barely even knew.
He saves a fucking squirrel for god’s sake. We’re so back.
clark shouting "people were going to DIE" in the face of the "think of the consequences of your actions" argument is so fucking important to me bc it really IS that simple you can't look at a genocide and just twiddler your thumbs bc you're a afraid of the consequences ESPECIALLY when you can do something about it and THATS WHAT CLARK DID. WITHOUT HESITATION. WITHOUT CONSIDERING HOW IT COULD HURT HIM. bc hes a good person and in his brain its really just people were going to die so i had to step in bc what else would it be. superman i love you i love you i love you
I loved this scene so much because like, Lois raises some very good points. And in a lot of real ways, clark’s actions could lead to more death. Like, what if that jump-started a war involving the us? Or a sokovia-accords style panic ovwr meta-humans? Or if he can only ever temporarily hold off a war that grows in brutality for the delay?
but clarks response of “people were going to die” is so valuable because in a way thats the appeal of superman. When theres a building fire, or a hostage situation, or a war, its almost a given that people will die. And even our remedies have their own costs and consequences. But superman is invulnerable, he has super speed, super strength, he’s always there. Hes an appeal to the part of us that always wants an answer without pointless death , that just wants to save things and go “but people will die” and damn the consequences.
Superman and superhero fiction are an escapism but also a reminder. That we want a solution to the horrible things in the world, that we care about the lives of everyone. And that sometimes even the consequences arent what matters, or that accepting them is worth it, or that its okay to just know that we want to be irrational and desperate and see a better end because isnt that a beautiful human thing, that we care about each other, that at the end of the day the lengths we can go for that are astounding
#also his frustration at lois saying he was representing america when he was representing himself means so much to me bc he really is#everyone's superhero he wasn't sent to earth to guard america/metropolis hes supposed to look over everybody and he is constantly doing that#only to be questioned and distrusted bc hes supposed to be 'america's hero like oh my god he was representing him HIMSELF and yk good doing#good aren't you people hearing him (via @p4nishers)
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Just got back from the theatre, and I'm happy to report that the new DC cinematic universe is off to a great start!
Was it perfect? No, but neither was Superman the Movie (1978), and that hasn't kept it from being one of my favorite films. And I left the new film with a great big smile on my face, which means I'll be back to see it multiple times!
There is one plot point that I have a problem with, but I will leave it alone for now. And no, I won't be giving any spoilers.
Instead, get your butt to a theatre and see Superman for yourself!
BTW, if there are any Snyder Bros reading this, please keep your hate to yourselves.
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