#hero! reader

Left Out Details

Robert Robertson x Reader

(girlfriend used/female reader)

Summary: So Robert leaves out some details about his personal life from the chaos that is the Z-Team, they had no need to know... Until now

I'm gonna be honest I couldn't really find a good place to put the powers part, so I just tried to sprinkle in that the reader is a hero.

Masterlist

I DO NOT CONDONE REPOSTING/USING NY FANFICTION FOR ANYTHING. NO ONE HAS PERMISSION TO USE MY FICS FOR C.AI. FUCK OFF.

Honestly, Robert didn't see the need to tell anyone. All they needed to know was that he was there to help them, and if they really pressured him he'd tell them about Beef. It wasn't like he wanted to keep it a secret, he just wanted to keep his life as private as he possibly could. What did they need to know anyways.

In an alternate universe where you're a hero, you step in to give Invincible a break, a chance to gather himself while you distract Conquest. It doesn't go as planned.

Tags/warnings: NSFW/18+, dub-con, sex, power bullshit that probably doesn't make sense but whatever, possible impregnation (again, power bs), loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

Consciousness returns in a burst of light and feelings. The first thing you become aware of is how much everything hurts. The second thing is the feeling of a hand around your neck, grip tight, making it hard for you to suck in air.

As your vision returns, the memories of the last few minutes– yes, minutes– also return. And the face smiling down at you only confirms it wasn't all just a terrible nightmare.

"Oh, back with me, are you? Good, good. I worried I'd killed you for a second there."

His words grated on your ears, far too joyful. A whine escaped you as you tried to shift your weight, pain bursting behind your eyes. They watered, both from the dust and the searing pain. Shit.

"To be honest, I would be sad if you did. You're stronger than I expected any creature on Earth to be, other than Mark, that is. It would be disappointing to lose such a fun toy so soon." He says, still staring down at you with that calm expression. But his eye– his eye showed what his face did not.

Crazed. Hungry. Eager.

All because you'd leapt into the fight to give Invincible a moment to recover.

You couldn't not help, not when there was a chance your own abilities could stall this guy. The first time his fist passed through you, you'd nearly laughed at his expression. Then you actually did when he went to grab your arm and it turned into water.

Your mirth soon faded when Conquest stopped playing.

See, your powers were simple. If your body was in danger, it shifted itself into something else– something that would protect you, that would keep you safe. Adaptive, basically.

Locked in a room with no escape? You'd turn intangible. If the only way out was through a small gap? You'd turn into liquid or gas and pass through it. In a fire? Your body became fire.

But your powers weren't unbeatable. There was a limit to what you could do. Especially when you were caught off guard. Especially when you were pushed too far.

And Conquest had proven how fast he was immediately.

Your powers had done their best, shifting your molecular structure at the last second, but it wasn't enough. For every hit he missed, he landed another two.

So here you were, tired, aching, your body more focused on trying to fix itself than get out of danger. After all, what would the point of escaping be if you ended up dying from injuries?

Humming, Conquest leaned down, taking in your expression almost hungrily. His thumb brushed some blood off your upper lip, and after giving it a curious look, he licked it up.

"Delicious." He whispered, giving you a look that went straight to your–

No.

Your eyes widened, swallowing under his grip. Where the fuck was Invincible? Cecil? Anybody?!

Conquest went to say something, but you didn't want to hear it, scrambling to find something to do, to keep fighting, and so with your legs the only part of you not held down, your futilly tried shoving him off, ignoring his laugh as you shoved your feet against his stomach.

When that didn't work, you decided to at least try flipping him over, and wrapped your legs around his waist, getting a good grip and–

Conquest grunted above you, and you gasped as you felt–

"Are you hard?!" You ask in shock, unable to stop yourself from speaking because… fuck.

The position you've put yourself in allows you to feel the heavy length of his cock nestled against your crotch, searing you through the layers of clothing.

His hand flexes around your neck, and he lets out a low chuckle.

"Can't blame a man for feeling a certain way, can you, worm?" He drawls, eyes half-lidded as he feels you against him. "It's not often someone like me has such a pretty little thing like you under him, now is it?"

He hums, adjusting his grip to hold the back of your neck. "Such a pretty puppy…" He murmurs. "Or are you more of a kitten, hm? Gonna rub up against me, kitten?"

Your face flushes against your will, heart beating in your ear. You feel hot, warm. With another gulp, you tighten your thighs around his waist, locking your ankles together, and, with a flex of your hips, rut against him.

It stuns him, you can tell, but you don't stop, slowly grinding back and forth. You don't know what's come over you, but you know you can't stop, not now. You've shifted his attention from playing with you like a predator plays with prey, to… something else.

Something that will possibly leave you worse off than before.

You hear him grunt, and then his weight is pressing down on you, crushing you into the ground. Conquest's forehead is laid on your collar as he clumsily matches your movements, inexperienced; it shocks you, yet also makes you hotter.

Was he a virgin? It seemed impossible. A man this big, strong, attractive never having laid with anyone before, never having taken someone. Yet the more he rocked against you, unsteady and frustrated, the more it seemed so. You felt almost high off the realisation you were the first to have him like this.

Another thrust. A punched out groan escapes him, teeth clenched as he tries to grapple with the pleasure he's had little to no experience with before. When he'd first felt the stirrings of arousal, Conquest figured he'd jerk off once all was done, remembering the fire in your eyes, the shape of your body in that ridiculous outfit–

His own uniform clings, conforming to the shape of his heavy prick as he frots against you. The material is slick now, see-through under his loincloth which he's quick to push up and out of the way, one less layer between him and you. His weeping cockhead was likely a bright red now, angry and needy. The friction was delicious, just sharp enough to have him wincing from the bliss of it all.

Lifting his head, he watched your face, a low groan escaping him at the sight, at the proof of your own pleasure, at the proof he wasn't alone in this wonderful fuckin' feeling.

You squeezed him with your thighs again, an ache in them from the position, but you ignored it in favour of matching his thrusts, each rocking motion making you pulse and ache in need of him.

You could feel how big he was. Would he even fit if he tried to put it in? Or would he split you apart, turn your hole into a bleeding gash, painful beyond words?

The thought terrified you. So your powers, now mostly done healing you, deal with it.

When you feel the first gush of slick escaping you, you flinch in shock, not expecting it. A gasp wretches itself from you, and Conquest gives you a curious look before realisation dawns, feeling his and your clothes become soaked.

Your body wouldn't be able to take him without prep. And you didn't think he was at the point he'd be patient enough for such a thing. Therefore, your body, your powers, reacted, preparing you for it in advance.

Conquest makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, peeling himself off of you. He gazes down at you with the same expression as earlier, the only difference being the flush across his cheeks.

"Pissin' yourself already?" He jokes, teasing almost, and… shit. You can see his cock clearly now, the heavy weight of it straining in his tight pants. The white fabric, now see-through, lets you see the fat appendage, tip a flushed red, pretty veins scattered like lightning along his skin. A thatch of white hair lays nestled at the base, a few wiry strands poking through the fabric.

Blinking through the haze that had settled over you, you scoff. "Speak for yourself. Cumming already?" You snark back, nodding at the creamy substance seeping through his clothes right where his tip steadily leaks pre-cum.

He hums, vaguely insulted over what that question implies about him, but instead of responding, he tugs his pants down, the waistband seamlessly hidden right where the fabric of his loincloth began.

"Nah…" He murmurs, stroking himself, preening as you stare, dumbstruck. "That would be a waste. I'd prefer to make sure it takes."

The words, barely more than a growl, does something to you. God, you hope your powers don't allow him to get you pregnant. Surely they recognise such a thing as a danger and won't alter your biology to ensure he knocks you up.

Right?

You swallow, mouth feeling dry, unable to respond as he lets his cock drop, the thing so heavy it nearly points straight down at the ground.

Conquest cups between your legs, palm big enough to hold all of you. He hums, looking your suit over for a way in, and, not finding one quick enough for his taste, rips the crotch of your suit away.

You let out a sound which he shushes, cooing at you.

"Ohhh, so pretty…" He breathes, eyeing your weeping hole.

You felt empty, walls clenching around air, eager for something to fill you. You were loose, relaxed, absolutely drenched with more lubricant than anybody could realistically produce, but: powers.

"All this for me?" He asks rhetorically, prodding at your hole, ignoring the rest of your pulsing sex. "I must've done something right to get such a wet little kitten like you mewling for me."

His middle finger sinks in, easy, and he wiggles it around. You make an unfamiliar sound, desperate, feeling more sensitive than you ever have before.

He hums, deeming you ready. His finger pulls out with a lewd squelch, and he's quick to replace it with his cock.

"Oh, god–" You groan, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for him to shove into you–

But instead it's a smooth slide, leaving him buried in your depths faster than either of you expected. Both of you gasp at the feeling, and you share a look with him, the Viltrumite warrior panting as he tries not to cum like a green boy.

His thighs shake to his embarrassment, and he places his hands on either side of your head, taking deep breaths. He wants to move, but he can't. Because if he does, he's going to cum instantly.

But you have no issue with that. Pushing up onto your elbows, you pant softly, holding his gaze, an intimacy he's never been afforded. Conquest swears he could get lost in those eyes–

And then you clench around him, and he loses control, hips jerking in an aborted thrust, and he– he can't stop, grinding against your walls, balls churning as the pleasure overwhelms him, and before he realises what's happening every nerve ending lights up ecstasy, his balls tightening and drawing close to his body as he cums, a long, drawn-out moan leaving him as he jerks, pumping you full of what feels like gallons of cum.

It floods into you, thick and hot, and almost immediately begins to slip out in thick rivulets, no space left to fill. Above you, Conquest’s face is one of pure pleasure, and yours probably isn't too dissimilar. His cock keeps jerking, proding at those sensitive nerves within you, rubbing against them when his hips jerk, rutting into you instinctively as he trembles.

It's so, so wet. You almost feel disgusting with the mess between your legs, sticky and cloying; when you shift your hips, more spills out, beginning to dry between your ass cheeks. Lovely.

When he finally stops, the air is still, silent. Conquest pants, staring down at you with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes; he looks wrecked, yet despite how he looks, his member is still lodged firmly within you, hard and ready for more.

Note to self: make Cecil triple my pay, you think, already tired before Conquest even adjusts and begins to thrust again.

This time lasts longer. He's not holding back, trying not to cum immediately. He's fighting through overstimulation instead, but being a Viltrumite, he's used to continuing despite the pain– and this one is so sweet, so good that he wouldn't stop either way.

He pants, crumbles around you, fingers digging into cracked earth like sand as he fucks between your legs like a dog during its rut; you just cling to him, hearing your insides slosh.

Please don't get pregnant. Please, please, please don't.

Because that would ensure your survival, wouldn't it? In nature, no animal would hurt its mate– especially one carrying its young. It was simple biology bullshit. And you knew this. Your powers knew this.

So by the end of this encounter you might be swollen with Viltrumite spawn just to survive.

Fuckin’ bullshit powers.

Gasping in his ear, you hear him groan, more warmth spilling into you, thick and sticky and filling you up, up, up–

His hand presses into the ground beside your head and crumbles it, dust flying up from the force.

The show of brute strength shamefully makes you cum, the orgasm jolting through you and leaving you shaking and open mouthed because fuck if it wasn't terrifyingly hot.

Conquest grunts as he feels it, staring down at you before he ducks his head, lips messily mashing against yours. You hum weakly, eyes heavy as you try to move away but he holds you still, trying to kiss you.

Reluctantly, you go along with it, showing him how to properly kiss, the both of you soon cumming again, this time with your mouths locked and Conquest wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight like a child with their teddy.

It doesn't end. It doesn't feel like it ends even after he's pulled out and your hole, loose and throbbing in the aftermath, gushes out gallons of Viltrumite sperm. You just stare at the sky, panting and heaving as your heart uses your ribs as a punching bag.

It's hard to say how long the two of you had been fucking, Conquest using you like the world's cheepest fleshlight even after you cried for a break, nerves painfully sensitive; no, he just continued, fucking into your hole like he was trying to conquer it and you with every roll and thrust of his hips, bullying his way deeper and deeper until his flushed, flared tip kissed something deep inside you, something that shouldn't be touched yet had your toes curling anyway.

But finally, minutes, hours, a day later he's done, adjusting himself and putting himself back in his pants, eyeing you for a long silent moment.

Your insides quiver at that look, and he huffs out a small chuckle, kneeling to look at you better.

“You're cute, kitten. Can't say I've ever met anyone as cute as you. And you were a good fight, not to mention…” His gaze sinks between your legs, and you feel hot again, pressing your thighs together to hide. “Hey, hey, no need for that! I've already been inside you. Now…”

You gasped as you were abruptly grabbed, cradled against his chest. Conquest looked down at you, something calmed in his gaze.

“We can do one of two things. I take you with me back to Viltrum, or you show me where you live.”

You blink. What? Well, you couldn't– well, actually you could breathe in space with your powers, but…

“M-my place.” You say, swallowing thickly. “But… why? You're staying?”

He hums, a considering sound as he looks around at the devastation.

“At least for a little while. I still have a job to do. Plus,” his gaze was back on you, a heavy, scorching thing, “I want to play with my new kitten some more, see what else you can do, fuck you full of my seed a few more times. Whichever comes first.”

You want to whimper, but you're just too tired. You weren't blind to the fact that nobody else had come this entire time. They'd left you here, plain and simple. Cecil was probably watching, had been watching, seen you get… was it rape if you'd allowed it, enjoyed it? Whatever. He'd seen. And still, nothing had happened.

It was just you and Conquest.

“… my home is at the edge of the mountains.” You whisper, pointing in the direction. “We can– we can wash up and… do more.” You say, closing your eyes in acceptance to your fate.

Fine. If nobody else was going to help you, you'd do whatever was necessary to keep this big, bad Viltrumite on your side.

After all, as stated before, animals don't kill their mates, especially when carrying their young.

I have had this in the works for OVER A YEAR. Fuck.

Anyway it's finally done and I'm glad to get it out. Enjoy some Conquest dub-con smut (though it's probably full-con by the end).

So let's set the scene! The chain and human hero!reader are wrapping up a fight, but, oh no, reader has gotten separate from the rest of the chain in a fight. So several people are rather worried because if reader ends up injured they would be unable to heal themselves and are therefore at a higher risk of wounds becoming very dangerous.

And then in comes hh!reader with a rather sizable gash in their side. They've hardly noticed since yay adrenaline! But hoo boy does the chain notice! Reader's all like, "Hey guys! That was a tough fight! :))"

And someone (I'm leaning towards Sky) goes, "YOU'RE BLEEDING!"

Looking down, "Oh… I suppose I am… Well that's inconvenient."

And thus ensues the struggle of trying to get reader to accept the stitches they very clearly need. (Honestly even hh!reader can admit that they need the stitches. They just despise needles/getting stitches.) Twilight probably is the one that has to force them to sit down and watch them so reader doesn't try to run away from getting the stitches.

(I hope all of this isn't annoying. Just kinda wanted to ramble but I don't don't want to be irritating.)

-🎻 anon

Bonus points if this is the moment where the group realizes that magic can't heal them. :D

Reader is slowly becoming more and more delirious while trying (and failing) to fight off the chain as they scramble to make the bleeding stop.

It gets worse if Reader does eventually pass out.

summary: Y/N a hero, loved and respected by all. Seonghwa a villain, feared and frowned upon by all. both have been enemies ever since they can remember but what happens if Y/N appears at Seonghwa's doorstep at the middle of the night, all bloody and bruised?

t.w: swearing, mentions of death, violence, slight yandere vibes, rude!hwa, sassy!hwa, mention of blood etc.

< pt. 3 >

she was tired, her lungs were on fire and her feet were numb. her pace was getting slower and the people following her were getting faster. they were catching up. she couldn't run anymore.

she wanted to give up, to stop, take a breath and to rest. but she doubted the people following her would allow her to take a 'time out' and alas, she was right.

just as her pace slowed due to exhaustion, a large hand roughly pulled her shoulder, making her face a man clad in a black coat and pants. he looked like an agent straight out of a science fiction novel.

Y/n didnt have much time to judge his appearence before she was harshly pushed again. her back hit the stone wall and she realized just how doomed she was.

she was trapped between the stone wall and the man who looked as if he was about to kill her. she had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run off to. she had no escape.

tears starting rolling down her cheeks as she saw the man take a knife out of his pocket. just as she went to shout, her mouth were covered by the man's dirty hand. it made her shudder with fear and disgust.

all she could do was watch in fear as he bought the knife down to kill her, waiting for the pain to come. just as the knife was about to rip her apart, a bright light filled her vision.

she felt a striking pain fill her head as she sat up with a gasp. she looked around the unfamiliar surrounding. she was in a room, but it wasnt hers.

the room was well decorated and organized. the walls were a mixture of shades of beige, cream and white while the floor was carpeted. it certainly looked like it belonged to some kind of royalty.

she was laying on a king sized bed in the middle of the room, all tucked up and warm. she was still in her dirty and bloody hero costume but her wounds had been bandaged.

she tried to get up but failed, it was as if her legs had forgotten how to work. after a few minutes which seemed like an eternity to her, she managed to stand. just to stumble over thin air. right as she was about to break her nose, a gentle hand caught her.

"i thought you were better than this, you gremlin. falling over nothing? really? tch, shouldn't have underestimated your clumsiness" a voice all to familiar to her teased.

she pulled herself out of the the arms of her captor or well savior and straightened up. "why am i here?"

Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "i dont know, you tell me? what the hell were you doing at my front door at 3 in the morning, looking as if you just escaped death?"

Y/n stiffened, she couldnt tell him how she ended up like this. she knew he could find many ways to use that information against her. telling him would be a dumb move.

"what's it to you?" she grumbled out with her jaw clenched and anger visible on her face. "stop right there princess, if it hadn't been me, you would have been dead by now. dont you dare get smart with me. you know i dont like brats, little hero"

"as if i care about your liking. why am i here? why am i still alive? aren't we like, i dont know, enemies? shouldn't you have like, you know, killed me..?"

"calm down tiger, we may be enemies but i'm not a monster. i would never try to harm you when i know you cant fight back. now if you are done with your interrogation, i have some questions for you too. and you know how much i hate dishonesty, so you better answer them properly."

the 'otherwise' was left unsaid but y/n got the hint. all she could do was nod her head like an obedient child. "are your wounds still hurting?"

her head snapped up, she was expecting him to ask something like 'why she was being chased' or 'what information was she hiding'. this was a shock to her.

"uhh no...?"

"are you telling me or asking me?"

"why does it matter anyways?" she snapped. it was after she saw his glare that she realized how big of a hole she had dug for herself.

"lister here and listen well, you puny hero. if you think you can run that cute little mouth of yours around me, then think again. if i want to know how you are feeling, you will tell me how you are feeling, understood?"

all she could do was nod as tears filled her eyes. the same hand which had stopped her fall now came to rest under her chin as he sighed.

"shush now, i didnt mean to be so harsh, calm down little dove. save those preety tears for some other occasion, hmm? clean up while i make some soup for you, why dont you? and after you are done, you are going to tell me who did this to you so that i can track that bastard down and crush his neck myself."

I didn’t have ideas for hero! (I have to name them) or their Zelda’s outfit so I kinda defaulted on the fits with hero! having times outfit

Who they’re reacting to is up to viewer interpretation

Gahh I saved this bc I wanted to write a little fic on it, but I think I’ll give you a mixture of both so I can start working my way back to being confident in writing fics AKA I’m using your request for practice and I hope it’s still kinda what you wanted

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Killer Croc, otherwise known as Waylon Jones, had reached a point in his life where he just wanted to be left alone

Breaking out of places like Arkham was more of him trying to get away from annoyingly exhausting doctors rather than him wanting to do criminal acts

Life had become dull and somewhat of an endless cycle

But recently, things had taken a brighter turn

A new hero had hit the streets while he was in Arkham, and they had found him hiding in the sewers 

“Ah, the infamous Killer Croc, I was wondering when I’d meet you.” 

At first, he thought they were going to attack him, mock him or try and use him like most others had done. He was tired and not in the mood, and like had become a habit to him, his only words were a loud growl as he lunged his daggered claws into them. They sprung out of the way, and while he was confused, he didn’t stop trying to get them to either knock him out or leave him alone. They didn’t do either of these things. They just kept moving out of the way until he got too confused to keep at it. 

They seemed to realize he was confused, they smiled and explained they knew he wasn’t doing great. “I was always interested in you, I mean, there really isn’t anyone like Waylon Jones; but besides all that, anyone would be tired if they’d gone through what you did. So how about I quietly bring you back to the Asylum no harm, no foul, instead of the whole violence act thing?”

So that’s what happened 

In a haze of wondering if this was really happening, he let you take him back to Arkham without the bat or GCPD being alerted

He hadn’t heard of you before, and hell, were you good at making first-impressions 

After the first mention of his “villain name”, you hadn’t used it since

Waylon didn’t really feel any way about it at first, just a new hero

As he spent more time following their mentions in the papers and the news reports on them

Any time spent outside of the cell was focused on this new hero

Which increased a bit with his “good behavior”, not much though since he still didn’t want to talk but he didn’t mind not having a massive inflow of information

‘No,’ he thought, peering up at the hero from a drain, ‘it doesn’t matter much’. Crawling out of the drain later, finding them again as they leaped from building to building, following them to the place they used to change from hero to civilian, killing the small-fry criminal who so much as mentioned their name, watching them fall in love, kiss, having someone else’s scent on you. Waylon didn’t really feel any way about it when he first met in the sewers that cold night. He didn’t, he really didn’t, but things are warm now. Things smell nice. 

Waylon didn’t really feel any way about the blood coating his claws, about the mangled body on the floor in front of him. So when he heard his own voice for the first time in a long time, he didn’t know how to describe the way he felt about it.

HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED VILLAINY?

Black Hat x Hero! Reader

A/N: Hey! Descriptions of gore and also a reader who doesn’t care at all about human life! Sorry if your name is Bryan, I just kinda pulled it out of a hat for my annoying coworker guy. Whoops x)& Anyways, reader is a hero and decided that hero life isn’t for them anymore!!

IMPORTANT: ((I know I’ve gotten a lot of hero requests, and a Flug one is on the way, so I didn’t include all the screen shots of them because it would take forever for me to find them all!! But this is for everyone who wanted more Black Hat stuff and hero reader stuff!! Love ya!!!))

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HQ was a mess, per the norm. Superheroes and side kicks were running around trying to keep up with the recent crime sprees around the world. For some reason a villainous zeal had spread like wildfire, along with weapons. Everyone knew why, yet no one dare acknowledge how Black Hat’s company was becoming more of a threat each day. Bryan (aka: Super-who-cares Lad), was bragging to another co-worker of yours about his latest catch, some major villain in Paris or something. She seemed captivated, but you were bored out of your mind and rolled your eyes. Everyone here did hero work on a daily basis, why was he so special, exactly?

Suddenly someone'a sidekick burst through the HQ doors yelling rather incoherently about who knows what and turning every head in the room. The poor thing looked nearly dead. There were deep claw like wounds down his arms and legs, his costume was darkened with blood from a wound in his side, and you could see the beginnings of s terrible bruise forming on one side of his face. Even his nose seemed broken.

“Calm down, son.” You said, breaking everyone else’s silence. The babbling boy stopped trying to speak for a moment and looked around as if seeing his surroundings for the first time.

“Come on, kid.” The woman next to you said with a gentle voice, “Now…Where’s your mentor?”

Tears rolled down the boy’s cheeks. It was all he could do to stutter out one sentence.

“I-It’s…him.”

That phrase caught your attention. Your posture straightened and you leaned forward a bit in your chair. Everyone knew who “him” was.

Black Hat…

The man, if he even was a man, was a legend, or more accurately a nightmare. Your fascination with him ran deep. You used to watch videos online of the cities he destroyed and read countless books regarding his crimes throughout history and how he had conquered countless lands and enslaved countless people. He had been your idol for years

A small smile crept onto your face just thinking about it.

Of course everyone else took on an especially uneasy air. They were real heroes. They were truly afraid for both themselves and those they cared about. Heroes pulled sidekicks under protective arms. For a moment you felt out of place, reminded that you were just showing up because this was your job. When your powers showed themselves, the influences in your life pushed you towards hero work, regardless of your love to cause trouble. Still, hero-ing wasn’t such a bad gig. The pay was good, fantastic benefits, you got to beat the crap out of people for a living, and though you’d never admit it to your coworkers…the looks of sheer fear on your enemies’ faces, and even the faces of those in the office…that was nice. Overall the hero job was fine. A little restrictive, but it payed the bills. And at this point, you didn’t have much of a way inside the world of villains, so you were sort of stuck.

The crowd had hardly dispersed and Bryan was already back bragging about how he could take on Black Hat with one arm tied behind his back.

“That’ll be the day.” You thought. Even you, with all of your dark and malicious powers, couldn’t take on Black Hat. You also weren’t stupid enough to try. On second thought, maybe Bryan should go after him.

A few other heroes picked the sobbing side kick off the ground and carried him to the medical bay. The claw marks running down his chest and sides were a warning. You watched the group until they disappeared down the hall, lost in thought.

Black Hat was ballsier than you imagined if he was willing to threaten the worlds largest organization of crime fighters directly. If the agency was trying to ignore him before, you’d like to see them try now.

You turned back to typing up your latest report, but before you could even get two words in the emergency alarm began to blare.

“Someone just blew up the upper floors!”

“All our communications are down!”

“Power outage in three…two…one…”

“Start aerial evacuation! There’s a fire downstairs.”

The screams of your coworkers were mostly experienced and calculated, but you could still hear their panic. Oh what lovely chaos. Sure, many of you, perhaps even yourself, would be dead soon. Still, there was a beauty in it.

Slightly shaken from the sudden change of events you stood and began to make your way to a window to escape. But then a bomb went off to your left, blurring your vision for a few minutes and causing a terrible ringing in your ears.

He was here. You could feel it.

The explosion took out most of the people around you. Rubble covered bodies, the ringing in your ears covered up most of the screaming. As you crawled over to the edge of the window you saw how many flyers were taken out by the blast. Their bodies lay sprawled out on the ground in a rainbow of caps and tights.

With some effort you stood and looked around wide eyed. Half of your mind raced in panic and you felt tears roll down your face.

But another part of you, the darker part of you, was elated. So much destruction and misery. You looked around and saw Bryan trapped under a steal beam, he looked at you for help.

“Please, y/n…”

You looked at him silently for a moment, then looked around. Everyone else still here appeared to be dead. Surely your colleague was able to get out of this…

Or at least he may have figured it out, if you didn’t kill him first,using your powers to finish him off while no one was looking. You listened to his last screams, his last ragged breaths, laughing and crying at the same time.

So this is what you were truly capable of. Was this really who you were?

Who knows how long you sat there in the dusty remains of your floor? After Bryan was dead you sank to your knees, a battle going on in your mind. What were you going to do? Do you lie about Bryan’s death? Do you run?

But suddenly your thoughts were cut short as you became aware of another presence in te room. You looked up quickly, and noticed a smile bigger and more menacing that anything you’d ever come face to face with.

“Y/n.” That low voice seemed to cut right through you, just as that smile stuck out even through the smoke and flames.

“H-How do you know-”

“Who you are?” He asked, that evil grin still plastered on his face, “I am quite the well connected man.”

“If you even are one.” You raised an eyebrow. How were you so cool? Something about the destruction of this place made you feel…joy.

“I saw what you did.” Black Hat continued on, ignoring your question, “I would have killed you a long while ago if I wasn’t intrigued. You’re powers are quite formidable, and if I were to be honest, though I so rarely am, we’ve been keeping quite the eye on you. And from your recent display I must ask, have you ever considered villainy?”

You starred at him for a moment, then chuckled. This was the opportunity you’d been waiting for, a job doing what you truly enjoyed.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve been meaning to quit this place. You offering?”

“I’m afraid the benefits are slim, but you will be compensated for your efforts.” He smiled holding out his hand. You didn’t hesitate to shake it.