Prompt #196
Just you wait.
You see what you did?
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Just you wait.
You see what you did?
"I'm not worth the time and energy of capturing," Civilian said, legs shaking as the embodiment of danger stood in front of them. "I break easily."
Villain's eyes glimmered. "And that, lover, is why you are the perfect catch." Hero would be theirs sooner than they anticipated.
“You kidnapped me just to show me you got a new sunroof? Are you serious?”
“Well, yeah. I don’t have anyone else to show it off to.”
“You have got to be the saddest villain I have ever known.”
"What are you doing here," Villain had demanded upon seeing Hero sat atop one of their cars in the driveway.
"The stars. You have a nice view of them from here, and I was in the mood to stargaze."
Villain squinted at the sky. "Right, well, you kicked the motion light on, so I don't know how you can see anything at all up there."
"Didn't say I was looking at the stars in the sky, Villain."
Oh. "You didn't- um- not say you were looking at- at the- uh- at the sky."
"You got your teeth sharpened? Seriously?" Hero quirked a brow, crossed their arms.
Villain flustered. "Uh- um...yeah. Doc said it'd make my appearance seem more brutish."
"Are you sure they didn't say 'more like Bruce?' Bruce, as in the literal shark from Finding Nemo??"
"Oh. Oh no. Oh my god."
Bee-beep. Bee-beep. Bee- be- crunch!
"Dammit. There goes another alarm clock."
"Tomorrow is guaranteed."
"Oh, great. What kind of cryptic shit are you dazzling me with now?"
"Did you just see something?"
Hero scoffed. "Dear, it's the middle of the night. Do you think a coyote snuck into our room or some-"
"Sh!" Civilian hushed. "I saw something, alright? Over there." They gestured across the room, to a still corner.
Still, but not unblinking.
"You're not a hero. Being a hero implies you are actually capable of saving someone- anyone. You couldn't even save yourself." A pause. "You know what you are, though? You're mine, Hero."
"They put butter on the doorknob," Hero said aloud, failing to twist the door open as their hands became coated in America's gravy. "Fucking butter. It's supposed to be vaseline!"
“You can’t just prance in here and- oh my gosh! There’s a bunny!”
"A staff? You're no king."
"Maybe not yet," Villain tutted, tossing their cane from hand to hand, "but I will be soon enough." The cane struck the ground with a solid thunk, pommel clenched in a fist. "How would you like to rule the world with me?"
"I had a dream last night"- a nightmare, more like- "that...that I destroyed the world, but not on purpose. I tried to save it, but I only made everything worse." Why were they telling Villain this? They wouldn't care about Hero's stressed state of unconsciousness.
Villain's fingers remained relaxed at their sides. "Yes, well, self-sacrifice means nothing if you taunt your tormentor. It only makes me more eager to destroy who and what you love most."
'Only makes me more eager...' they'd said. Me.
"You gave me the dream?"
"I gave you the warning."
"You gave them coffee?!"
"Well, yeah...is that a problem, boss?" Villain never said Henchman couldn't give Hero coffee. How were they supposed to know?
“They’re a prisoner. They aren’t supposed to receive such luxuries as coffee.”
Hero, perhaps stupidly, interceded. “If it helps any, it is straight black coffee.”
Henchman slowly propped the window open with their very own sandal. It was a bit difficult to slide between the thin crack in the window but Henchman would manage. And anyways, the sun was just now rising. There was no way Hero could be woken up at this time in the day.
“I hope this isn’t your sly plan to kidnap me.”
Nearly falling out of the window, Henchman’s head snapped up, only to find Hero standing in an open doorway with a cup of- well, Henchman could only assume it was coffee.
“How did you- why...” Henchman turned to face the brightly glowing red sun, then faced Hero again. “Why are you even awake?!”
“I’m always up this early.” Hero shrugged, taking a sip and making their way to their bed. They were still in their morning robes, at least, and not dressed like a grandmother in the early AMs. “Did you and Villain just...assume I’d be asleep at this time?”
As Henchman remained pathetically quiet, Hero scoffed. “Not to help you kidnap me in the future or anything, but maybe you two should do your research next time. In the meantime”- they held up their mug- “want a cup’o’joe? Promise I won’t tell Villain.”
"It's supposed to be a diamond ring, not- not a pearl necklace."
Villain's eyes went awry. "I- well, love, the business I visited had diamonds and pearls. The diamonds were..." They blew out a breath and shook their head in a recollected moment of disbelief. "They were mightily expensive, whereas the pearls were-"
"You couldn't have just stolen a diamond ring?"
"I'm sorry that I was trying to be righteous for our engagement!" Villain threw their hands out. "You always scold me for stealing. I thought you'd be glad I didn't steal for once."
"Not," Hero said, "when it comes to tradition. I should like a diamond ring. Until then, no, I will not marry you."
Villain grumbled. "If this is what I get for being good then maybe I'll never be good at all." They didn't think Hero heard until-
"Good. I like a bad boy."
Blood red stained the sky- a sight many either screamed at, claiming Heaven was dying and everyone was doomed, or shrugged at with an agnostic approach, thinking, 'It's just another sunset.'
"If you think this is the end," Hero murmured, "then kiss me." They didn't wait for a response, or even look for one, before continuing with reason. "You always liked to put yourself out there. Why not live up to that image by dying with your lips pressed against mine?"
Villain's eyes never left the sky. Even as Hero stepped in front of them, they turned their gaze to the ever-growing red. Like dripping paint.
"This is the end of the world," Villain said, voice plain, "not a fucking miracle, Hero."