Jackz

After hauling a couple more bags into your truck, you sigh. The burglary went well, all things considered. You didn't expect the homeowner to get home early, but you made quick work of him, leaving him bound and gagged to a chair. 

Honestly, you need the money more than him. I mean, who the hell has a gold toilet in their house? 

Looking over your stolen goods with satisfaction, you pause. It was more than enough, but one more bag couldn't hurt...

Grabbing a satchel, you throw it over your shoulder and head back to the mansion. There were a couple of items  that caught your eye but you had to leave them behind in favor of other things. Might as well grab them while you're still here so that you aren't left thinking at night. 

You arrive at the mansion and slip inside, running around with the excitement of a child who was just told that they could pick a toy. 

The homeowner watches with a deadpan expression, his brows furrowing when you pat his shoulder and move past him with an unapologetic grin. Sorry not sorry, buddy.

You finally find the room you were looking for and start filling your satchel, stuffing it to the point where you can barely close it without effort.

Satisfied, you head back to the front door with your goodies. Before leaving, you turn and playfully wave at the homeowner, causing him to let out a muffled scream of anger. 

You jog on your way out, leaving the same way you entered. Today was a success. You hope your colleagues are proud of your haul. A pat on the back and a job well done once in a while would be pretty nice. 

As soon as you're a safe distance away from the mansion, you check over your belongings with a smile. You just have to get to your truck and—

You hear a woosh of air behind you, startling you into stopping your inspection. Turning around, you are met with the sight of Gamma Jack flying above you in all his glory. You've heard a lot about him, but have never personally encountered him– until now. 

Gamma Jack tilts his head with a confident grin. "What do we have here?" 

He shamelessly checks you out, squinting when he gets to your face before his eyes widen with surprise. He holds eye contact for longer than necessary, then blinks. "Damn it," he mutters to himself. "Why'd you have to be hot..."

You swallow nervously, too scared for your own life to focus on his conflicted expression. There was one thing that your colleagues told you to remember when facing Gamma Jack: To fight like it's your last. Which in this case, it could be, considering Gamma Jack kills all the villains he encounters if they don't manage to escape him.

You have no idea how he found you. You swore that you had taken out all of the cameras in the mansion, unless... 

Fuck! The homeowner must have alerted someone while you were fighting to restrain him. You're really in for it now.

Gamma Jack slowly drifts down to the ground with a small frown, looking you up and down. "It really is my unlucky day today, huh, " he mumbles. 

The somber look on his face melts into a boyish one as he meets your gaze. Whatever was weighing him down was pushed aside as he spoke, "You know, it's a damn shame you're a villain. If you were a good girl, I would have taken you to the clouds already." 

What.

The expression you made must have been funny, because it causes Gamma Jack to let out an unrestrained laugh. He continues, his grin growing, "You heard me right, Sweetheart. I would have whisked you away in a heartbeat. Too bad you're on the dark side." 

Gamma Jack walks toward you at a leisurely pace, as if he already knows what the outcome of this interaction will be. He brings his hand up and starts reaching for you.

You snap out of your stupor at the sight of his hand and jump back. No way in hell are you going to wait for him to obliterate you like all the other villain's he's fought. Your hand lights up and you shoot a quick beam of light his way to keep him away, at least for a moment. You need time to think of an escape. Engaging with him couldn't bring you any good.

"Stay back," you say with a glare, hoping he doesn't notice the quiver in your voice.

Gamma Jack's eyes briefly widen and he swiftly dodges your attack, his cape fluttering behind him with the movement. He steps back and flies up into the air with crossed arms. "Feisty," he huffs, shaking his head with amusement. "Can't say I hate it."

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, enjoying the defiant look on yours. He knows he could make easy work of you, but something in the way you're ready to fight with such determination makes him want to draw this out longer. There was also the fact that you were easy on the eyes, so there's that.

"Come on now, we both know you're not going to win this," he teases. "You can't beat me and you know it. Surrender, and I might go easy on you."

"What does surrendering entail for me? A quick death?" you scoff, your hands lighting up again. You can't afford to let your guard down around a guy like him, no matter how handsome he is– focus!

Gamma Jack floats down to your eye level, his gaze intense. He slowly inches closer and reaches a hand out again, this time slower. "Just put your hands down, Sweet thing," he croons. "Don't do anything stupid. You're too pretty for that."

You hesitate. If you surrender, there's a chance that he's lying and immediately kills you. But if you fight... Do you even stand a chance? You've been trying to keep your distance from him, but Gamma Jack's power has a huge range. Even if you manage to beat him, you'd slowly succumb to the effects of radiation eventually. Without even realizing it, you start lowering your hands.

Gamma Jack notices the change immediately and grins. "Good girl," he praises as he steps closer. "Why can't all villains be as smart as you?"

He is now only a couple of feet away from you now and you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. Despite your hesitation, you can't deny the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You've heard plenty about Gamma Jack, but the talks of his charm and attractiveness are clearly not exaggerated.

"Do you even give them a chance to surrender?" you ask.

Gamma Jack chuckles softly before answering you. 

"Not really," he admits without a hint of remorse. "They're usually too busy trying to kill me or too stubborn to listen to reason, so I prefer to overpower them and be done with it."

You don't know what you were expecting when you asked him that, but it definitely wasn't that. The way he talked so casually about killing frightens you. Throughout all of your years of robbing people, you have never once killed anyone. You just steal their stuff and let them leave– albeit beat up if they put up a struggle– while you go on your merry way. 

It seems like your colleagues were right, Gamma Jack really does have no qualms about killing.

You feel a lot less confident about your chances of survival now.

Gamma Jack places a hand on your stiff shoulder and leans in closer. When did he close the distance between you? You don't remember him being this close.

"But with you…" his voice is low and mesmerizing, "I'm willing to make an exception. Consider yourself lucky."

You shiver involuntarily as you feel the warmth of his breath hit your face, your cheeks becoming warm. He was going to be the death of you– literally if you don't find a way to escape him. You weren't sure if he was going to keep his word.

"Lucky," you echo, the word coming out more breathy than you would have liked. "Lucky that you're not going to kill me even though you easily could?"

Gamma Jack's grin widens and he cups your face with one hand, his thumb sweeping over your cheek lightly. "That's right, Sweetheart," he says. "I'm being awfully generous, aren't I? You should be thanking me."

Gamma Jack's words hang in the air between you for a moment. You can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, your heart pounding loudly in your chest.