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Benign Betrayer

“Hey.”

An incredibly casual thing to say in such a situation. A word reserved for friends or newly acquaintances, used in context to a meet-up or bumping into one another. Hey, would not be the appropriate term used to greet one’s enemy at their doorstep whilst covered in blood.

“Uh… hi.” Hero’s hands unconsciously clutched the edge of the door tighter, the sight in front of them couldn’t blame them; Villain looked like something straight out of a horror film.

They were covered in scratches and scars, bleeding from various open wounds—some visible on the surface, some hidden under layers of raggedy clothing. Villain sported bruises young and old across their body and their face was red and puffy from crying, their voice remained hoarse as evidence to screaming.

Evidently, someone had devoted precious time into taking the villain apart, piece by piece. Now as they stood in front of their nemesis they looked beyond broken.

Villain cleared their throat with a rough cough, “do you mind if I…” they gestured with their hand at the door.

“Oh, yes, sorry of course.” Hero stepped aside, pushing the door back until it was open wide enough to seem welcoming. It wasn’t that they didn’t want the villain inside, it was simply that they hadn’t expected it.

They hadn’t expected any of this.

Hell, the last time they saw the villain they were being interrogated on Supervillain. Pressed to expose all of the other’s secrets at gunpoint, but they hadn’t caved.

Except once.

While their head was being shoved underwater for longer than humanly possible and their lungs burnt with the lack of air. Finally, the villain had begged for mercy when their head was pulled up one last time and in exchange for their life they surrendered the tiniest bit of information.

The absolute smallest amount that they could get away with. Villain refused to be labelled a traitor, but they couldn’t help it for their life.

Seeing the criminal at their doorstep was honestly the last place Hero expected to see them after their escape. Especially in such a delicate condition, but they weren’t going to turn them away either.

“It’s funny,” Hero voiced, following after the villain and into their apartment, shutting the door behind them. “I would’ve thought Superhero’s wounds healed on you already. What with the whole escape and disappearance shtick.”

Villain stood, out of place in the lavish housing around them, and let the hero guide them to the living room couch. “Oh, they have.”

Hero ventured into the kitchen for the first-aid kit before they returned, puzzled. “What do you mean? You look the same as when you left…”

Trying not to think too hard on the situation surrounding how Villain ended up with the lacerations, Hero began to patch them up. Years of medical field training proving itself useful and skillfully in their work. One thing they knew for sure was that if they got too wrapped up in their head, they would get sloppy. Villain didn’t need sloppy right now, in their state they needed a surgeon.

“Yeah, well, Supervillain got word that I ratted before I could even make it to my front door.” Villain flinched when the disinfectant in Hero’s hand hit its first cut. “It’s safe to say, they weren’t very pleased.”

A terrible mix of guilt and pity found its way to Hero’s stomach. When they had arrested the villain a month ago they never imagined this happening. They had hoped for the villain’s safety that they would pull one of their tricks and wriggle their way out well before they could be tortured. And if worse came to worse, Hero was more than ready to simply unchain them so they could get back to the supervillain and forget any of this ever happened.

But they were too late. Besides, despite everything, Villain was considered an enemy to both sides now and it was Hero’s fault.

“I’m sorry.” The crime-stopper’s work was getting clumsier with every thought racing through their mind.

“You were just doing your job. I don’t blame you.” Villain winced when the other prepared for stitching, watching in denied fear as they thread the needle and prepped their skin.

Taking a deep breath, Hero tried to steady their hand, when that plan failed miserably they looked up to see the villain’s half-lidded eyes.

They looked defeated, all of their energy used in trying to keep themselves alive and now they were safe. With Hero, they felt safe with Hero. Although they shouldn’t feel comfort with their nemesis so close-by, they couldn’t help the surge of relief each time the other’s hands were on their skin.

“Why did you come to me?” Frustration built in their gut, masking their guilt with anger, yet they were only upset with themselves. “I arrested you, I sent you to the Agency. I should be the last person in which you seek salvation.” They put the needle down, unable to continue while overwhelmed.

Villain smiled slightly, the edges of their lips curving upwards at the sound of Hero’s voice. Their eyes were comfortably closed now and Hero would’ve been assured they were going to fall asleep at any second if it wasn’t for their racing heartbeat. The criminal was afraid of needles, of course, they didn’t want to see the stitches happen.

“Ever since you confessed to me you’ve been distant. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” both of their eyes opened to glare amusedly at the hero, then they shut once more. “Maybe you think that if you push me away or get rid of me then it will be like nothing ever happened, but you never even let me confess back, huh?”

Hero stared in bewilderment, a gentle blush creeping up their neck in shame. They hadn’t thought it was possible for the villain to love them back. It never even occurred to them.

“Either way, you’ll never be free of me. I’m going to pester you until you kiss me or we both die.” They had their full grin back now, the stupid smirk Hero was head over heels for.

And they didn’t need another sign to take the kiss they had dreamt of for years.

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