#oc divinity

After everything Psychopath had put me through since he entered my life, all the chaos he’d caused me and especially Icarus, it was all at an end. I felt almost dumbstruck as we stood outside his newest secret base, an old warehouse facility on the edge of town. It was always the old warehouses the villains liked to set up camp.

Considering his arrest would earn me a hefty promotion, I should have felt happy. Or perhaps relieved that the villain could no longer hurt anyone else like he had Icarus or the countless before him.

I should have felt something, anything, other than what I did.

Lost. I felt lost.

My tongue absently traced the line where his lips had met with mine. It had been a desperate gambit, a cruel trick to distract his mind-bending powers long enough to get him in cuffs.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. About how soft his lips had been and how it had been the first time in months that I had kissed anyone. 

The worst part was that I liked it.

Perhaps the only thing worse was that Psychopath knew I liked it.

“So,” he sing-songed as he stood next to me.

He held his head high for a man in power-restraining handcuffs. If he tried something now, I could easily subdue him until the cops came. 

Strangely, he didn’t try anything. Just stood there, sneaking far too obvious glances at me.

“So?” I repeated.

“About that kiss.”

Of course that’s what he wanted to bring up. Why would it be anything else?

“What about it?” I looked away from him.

I wished I could hide the way my cheeks heated up just at the thought of that one damning peck.

His shoulders rose and fell in a languid shrug too relaxed for a man in handcuffs. I could see the devilish grin spreading across his face, framed by his stunning beard. I hated how smug he was.

“Wanna do it again?” he offered.

“No,” was my immediate answer. 

“Damn, no hesitation.” He laughed, but didn’t seem too bothered by it. He’d probably expected as much. He turned his head to look down at me. “That’s a shame though, angel. I can tell you liked it.”

I wanted to protest, say it was all in his head. I should have, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie. What was the point? Psychopath had already read my mind when our lips touched. He knew the effect he had on me.

I changed my approach. “That’s irrelevant,” I said.

“Is it?”

As much as I wanted to entertain the thought of something passionate, something sweet growing between us, I crushed the feelings to the bottom of my heart. I knew better, and so did he.

“It would never work - you and me,” I told him, my voice flat, matter-of-fact. “You’re a supervillain, a criminal. And I’m-”

“An angel. The most beautiful angel I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

He spoke with such sincerity that it froze me in my tracks. He meant what he said, and I knew it. He didn’t mind the white-feathered wings I could never get rid of, the one that so many civilians hesitated away from. He looked at me with such reverence that it made me ashamed to look at him.

If only he’d been a hero.

That’s right. That’s what I was.

“I’m a superhero,” I corrected him. “It would never work.”

“We could make it work.”

His shoulder brushed against mine, sparking electricity through my body. I was grateful for the way our supersuits covered our bodies, for the power-restraining cuffs that could keep him from reading my mind even if we’d slipped and accidentally touched.

“Psy-”

The nickname slipped out without me meaning to. I had never called him Psy, not to his face. In my thoughts, sure. And even in the briefest moments to Icarus before the villain worked his chaos. But never to his face.

His grin only grew. “So you’ve given me a nickname, angel. I must admit, I like it.”

My smile grew tight, painfully so, and then finally faded.

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You love me.”

I couldn’t argue with him. I pretended I was too tired from our fight to fully acknowledge his words, but they had pierced through my heart. I heard him perfectly. 

Just as I heard the police sirens in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now before they came and took Psychopath away to one of those fancy prisons made just for supervillains. Our time was short.

Before the police came into view, Psychopath committed one last villainous deed. He leaned down, his hands taking mine ever so gently, and kissed me again. I looked up at him, eyes wide, unable to speak. And he just grinned like he committed the perfect crime. Maybe he did. No one could ever know about this, about us.

“A parting gift,” he said gently. “It’ll be a while before I see your pretty face again.”

I was stern. Realistic. “You won’t escape from that jail.”

But he smiled that damningly charming cocky smile of his. “I will. I’ve done it before.”

I didn’t have time to ask how he managed it. The cop cars pulled up to the old abandoned warehouses. They left their cars slowly, carefully, guns trained on my supervillain. But Psychopath just casually raised his hands to wave, clearly showing he’d been cuffed.

“Easy there. You might hurt someone with one of those,” he teased.

The cops just scoffed. One roughly shoved him into the back of a car. The other looked at me with such gratitude I felt sick.

“Our city is safer now thanks to you, Divinity,” he said. “You managed to do what no other hero could. Just remember us small folk when you get your promotion.”

My mouth suddenly felt dry as the reality hit me. They were taking Psychopath away. Determined as he may be to get out, I didn’t fully believe he could. The prison was always tightening its security. Maybe this time he wouldn’t be able to outsmart the guards.

Maybe I would never see him again. And this moment - those two kisses - were all I had to remember him by.

I don’t remember what I told the officer, but he seemed happy with it and went on his way. Before the two police cars pulled away, I looked to Psychopath, sitting in the back as though this were just another joy ride. He was too confident for his own good. I liked that about him.

He must have seen me looking at him, because he raised his hand to wave. But he didn’t wave. One hazel eye winked at me, while he blew me a playful kiss.

He wasn’t worried at all.

That was just the kind of man he was.