let's go with dnb, just bc i really wanna try my hands on a superhero au
hero!Dream/villain!Techno + "hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you?"
Dream struggled to take another step forward. There was an awful pain on his left leg whenever he puts any kind of pressure on it, no matter how lightly he tried to walk.
There's a big chance he'd accidentally sprained his ankle a while ago when he landed wrong to make his escape earlier. He just hopes it's nothing worse than a sprain.
A broken leg would take too long to heal, enhanced healing or not.
Dream tried to take another step and there was an instant pain shooting up from the same injured leg that has him cursing under his breath.
Exhausted and left with no other choice, Dream sat himself against the wall of the narrow alleyway he'd hidden in a few minutes ago, his communicator was broken and he doesn't wanna risk asking HQ for an assist when his earlier performance was nothing short of embarrassing.
Aside from his sprain, there's a nasty gash on his right temple, the blood had long since dried up, making his skin itch and uncomfortable.
His torso is covered in tiny cuts and he could feel a rather large bruise forming on his sides from his fall.
He'd been too complacent, thinking the villain he'd faced earlier came alone, he's miscalculation was a mistake that almost cost him his life, and by association, the life of the innocent.
Pathetic. He chastised himself, letting his mind succumb to self-loathing. What was all that training for if he's able to allow a no named villain and his goons get the jump on him?
He made a promise to become a hero worth depending on, someone who'd save people with a smile on his face. He was supposed to be society's Dream. A dream for a better life without having to fear what tomorrow would bring.
His shortcomings, no matter if he still managed to survive and win, isn't acceptable. He needs to do better–he needs to be the best–nothing else is allowed.
The dark, heavy thought weighs on him like an anchor dragging him down to the depths of the ocean. He felt himself sink further, and as exhaustion and self-hatred consumed him, Dream doesn't register his tiredness caused by his injuries and blood loss until he felt his eyelids drop.
A noise startles him awake and Dream's eyes shot up, alert and panicked when he doesn't immediately recognize his surroundings.
The unfamiliar voice sounded far too close to Dream's liking and he turns just in time to see a pair of red eyes behind a mask made of a boar's skull staring back at him.
"So, I might not know a whole lot about heroism." The Blade drawled, leaning on one shoulder to the wall opposite of Dream's. His posture is lax, confident even, clearly knowing he has the advantage as he watched Dream attentively. "But I'm pretty sure sleepin' right out in the open with an injury that bad was a stupid thing to do."
His condescending manner does nothing but encourage Dream to keep his guard up. The Blade eyes Dream's current state with a dangerous sparkle in his eyes and Dream takes the chance to silently plan his next move.
The Blade wasn't like the previous villain he'd faced, he's far worse. Known for his ruthless nature and brutal body count, The Blade was ranked first in the Hero Commission's most wanted list. Dead or alive, the villain is to be disposed off, no matter the cost.
"Not much of a talker?" The question was meant to be taunting, and the way amusement dances in the red of his eyes tells Dream that The Blade wanted something from him.
He would have finished me off already, but he's stalling. Dream watched the other man in silence, trying to wrack his brain for a reason why The Blade is still conversing with him.
"What do you want?" Dream asked instead, trying his best to subtly flex his leg to check if the injury has been healed. The movement, no matter how small, doesn't go past the other man and Dream stills immediately.
The Blade smirks, delighted by Dream's action.
"I want names, hero." He answered with a dangerous glint in his eyes as Dream felt his gaze land on his torn hero suit, focusing on the purpling bruise on his side.
Dream blinks, unprepared for such a request. "Come again?"
The Blade sighs, sounding exasperated as he pushed himself from the wall to start making his way towards him.
Dream watched him carefully, trepidation and anxiousness making his heart race for the possibility of another fight. His mind is failing to form a plan of escape with how badly his left leg still hurts, and with his daggers nowhere to be seen, he's pretty much fucked.
As soon as the other man couches in front of him, Dream braces himself to take another hit.
Surprisingly, nothing comes. After another minute of nothing, Dream opens his eyes to see The Blade watching him carefully.
"I want names." He demands again, levelling his gaze with Dream's. Dream tries to read him in a brief glance—His wine red cloak couldn't hide his toned frame well, and his stance is that of a seasoned fighter, perfectly balanced despite the nonchalance of his crouch.
"Hey, look at me." The Blade says the same time his hand reached for Dream's chin to tilt it up until their eyes meet once again.
"Look at me." He repeats, with an intensity in his voice that demanded for Dream to follow.
"Who did this to you?" His voice drops dangerously low, and his eyes are ice cold despite its warm shade of red that gleamed under the moonlight.
"Why do you want to know?" Dream counters calmly, fully aware of his current predicament, yet refusing to answer until he knows why The Blade seemed so invested in finding out who his assistants were.
"They touched you." The Blade answered with unrepressed anger. "I don't like others touching what's mine."
The chill that ran down Dream's spine had him visibly gulping even when the threat wasn't even directed to him. There was something frightening about the way The Blade was looking at him, like Dream was his to own and keep.
It was overwhelming as it was disturbing.
"I'm not yours." Dream says, trying his best to hide the tremble in his voice.
The Blade smiles, but nothing about it looked warm or welcoming. He hums, moving closer until their faces are only inches apart, his red eyes seeming to devour Dream whole.
"We'll see about that." The Blade says, gaze lingering on Dream's lips before settling on his eyes once more.
