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iminkandpaper · 2 months

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"Villain killed over twenty people in the last two days," Hero slammed the file down on the table. "He must be stopped."

Sidekick opened the file. Her hometown. Her knuckles turned white.

"Villain did this?"

"Yes. Over the weekend."

Hands in her hair, stroking, petting gently. His mouth against her ear, crooning softly that she's so beautiful, so lovely, such a pretty little thing all for him. She gasps. His hands run up the insides of her thighs.

Sidekick frowned. "Are you sure it was Villain?"

A vein bulged in Hero's forehead, and his pupils seemed to dilate. "Who else could it be? Villain is evil. He must be stopped."

I wouldn't call him evil, she didn't say.

His fingers traced the line of her jaw, the curve of her neck. She let out a breath against his chest, inhaling the smell of his dusky cologne.

"I'm just... do we have any proof?" Sidekick rubbed her knucke against her palm, studying the photos carefully. "I somehow doubt this was Villain."

Hero gripped the edge of the table, manic. "Excuse me?"

His lips on hers.

"It couldn't have been."

Her hands tangled in his hair.

"And how would you know?"

Because I was with him the whole weekend, she didn't say.

Sidekick closed the files, shaking her head. "It just doesn't match his MO, that's all."

"Twenty five people," Hero snarled. He jabbed his finger into the file, denting it with his enhanced strength. The table creaked. "He went in there with his minions and set fire to three houses. Did you read the file, Sidekick, did you? Because if you did you wouldn't even be questioning me."

Sidekick leaned away from Hero, nodding slowly to appease him. "Okay. Okay, I believe you."

"Good." Hero backed off. He tried to smile, but it came off rather unsettling.

"Have you seen the crime scene yet?"

"No. I was waiting for you."

Sidekick nodded. "We should get to it. Stop him as soon as possible."

Hero shook hos head, turning on his laptop, muttering to himself about forgotten passwords which Sidekick dutifully repeated back to him.

"Who knows what he'll destroy next - maybe that little food truck on 6th next."

"Mm." She flicked through her texts absently, nit fully hearing him. She read the newest text with a faint smile. Then- "How do you know about the truck?"

"Pardon?"

"How do you know about the truck. The food truck. It's only there on Saturdays, and even then, Mary's schedule is..." Sidekick's eyes widened in realisation. "It was you."

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random-writing-thoughts · 2 years

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Hey could you please continue thought 167😁

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Did you mean to ask for this one twice?? Or did you want another one?? 😁

Here you go 🐸🍄 anon and @subval01!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Thought #167.2

Sidekick dove to their right as the poker grazed their shoulder.

Hero glared at the spot where Sidekick had been with disgust. They tried to pull the poker back, but something was stopping it.

"You piece of shit. Leave me alone." Hero said in a low voice. Almost a growl.

Sidekick got to their feet slowly. "Hero. What's going on?"

Hero pulled the poker again this time it came without hesitation. They shook their head. "I'm not playing your game anymore." They dropped the poker and glared at the corner of the room.

Sidekick looked to the corner. "Hero." They said softly. "Who..."

A soft laugh came from behind them. Sidekick froze. They felt something touch their arm and travel up to their shoulder.

"You're ruining the fun Hero." A voice said from behind Sidekick. A chill went down their spine.

Hero looked with terror at something behind Sidekick. "Leave them out of this." They said raising the poker.

The laugh sounded again and something wrapped around Sidekick's arm. "I don't think so. You're little plaything here is too cute. I think I'll play with them for a while. You can stay over there and we will have some fun. Right Sidekick?"

Sidekick, frozen, looked down at their arm. A hand with long nails was wrapped around their arm. Another hand grabbed their other arm making Sidekick jump.

"V... Villain. How did you..."

"No questions. Those are boring. Instead you are going to come with me and we are going to have so much fun. Say goodbye to your friend."

Villain laughed as the room started to vanish.

Hero jumped forward with terror in their eyes. "Don't take Sidekick. Take me."

Everything went black and the only thing Sidekick could hear was a soft laugh from behind them.

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quintchess · 2 years

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If you don’t mind, would you care to continue prompt 5. I would love to know villains reaction to seeing hero walking around. Also, here’s a donut 🍩. 😊

Writing prompt #5.2

Part 1

“Wow, Hero! You are so strong, awesome, and… strong!” The hero rambled incoherently, easily shaking their head from side to side, helping thoughts form better in their head.

They were sitting on the hood of one of the cars, trying not to speak in their own voice, and when the moment came to answer their imaginary interlocutor, they quickly moved to another part of the hood and pretended to be flattered. “Aww, Villain. It's so nice to hear such things from you!”

Hero childishly dangled their legs, not reaching the ground just a bit. They yawned a couple of times, but didn’t let their tiredness interrupt their conversation with emptiness. “I like your suit so much!” Hero deliberately spoke too enthusiastically, not forgetting to change their voice and move back to the other half of the hood.

“What are you doing?” A voice that no longer belonged to them spoke.

So engrossed in their conversation, the hero turned their head in the direction of the sound; but their gaze remained in the same spot. “Oh, nothing special. Just talking to Villain.” Hero waved their hand, hinting that they didn’t want to be disturbed, but then their gaze turned to the figure standing next to them, and their eyes became glass-like.

“Villain!” Hero abruptly climbed with their feet on the hood and pressed themselves closer to the car, feeling the embarrassment instantly rolling up to their face. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

The villain didn't answer, cocking their head to one side with some unhidden interest. They studied Hero as their tongue and lips formed the words. “You called me here.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement in which there was a demand to explain the reason for the meeting.

And while they were waiting for the answer, their eyes were carefully examining the hero. They could easily tell they saw the same heroic suit, but the body shape covered with it seemed slightly different, and even the face, always protected with a mask, looked not as usual.

“I wanted you to…” Hero slowly began to get off the hood and hesitated when they saw the gaze on themselves. “What?”

The villain seemed to be just waiting for this moment. Taking their time to better study the voice they heard, they finally spoke. “Is it really you, Sidekick? All grown up, I see.”

The hero instantly felt their entire ribcage soften and crumble somewhere inside them, turning them into a shapeless mess, completely defenseless. “I-I'm not Sidekick! I'm Hero! And I’ve always been!” They hoped that by speaking a little louder, they would be able to fake their confidence, but their voice trembled treacherously.

Villain nodded thoughtfully, but not as a sign that they agreed with Hero. They had their own thoughts on this, and the more they looked at the hero, the more convinced they were of their own rightness. “You're a different height and your voice gives you away.” Stated Villain, assuming that Hero would like to hear what made their lie questionable.

“Ah, shit!” The hero cussed, folding their hands in front of them. The only thing keeping them safe was the fact that no one knew their real name, but having the villain so easily guessing their previous identity couldn’t mean anything good. “Okay, you got me. But I'm a hero now, so it doesn't matter anymore.”

The villain raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. “And where is the actual hero?” Their hands were tucked into the pockets of their own suit while their stare was glued to the hero, trying to figure out if they were wearing the exact same suit as their predecessor.

“They were promoted. And Organization decided that I was ready to take their place.” Hero said it too happily; but then they remembered they were sharing this news with their enemy, which made them feel uncomfortable.

They rubbed the back of their neck while their eyes darted from side to side, looking for something to focus on. “Anyway, I don't agree with them. I don't know much about this job yet.”

“And you want me to help you with this?” The villain suggested, losing patience with how much Hero was rambling, in every possible way delaying the most interesting part of their monologue. In fact, Villain didn’t know the reason why they were here, and the assumption they made was absolutely out of the blue.

“Yes. Actually, yes.” Every time Hero imagined this conversation, they saw themselves getting embarrassed at this part, but in reality they were caught off guard by such an accurate assumption. “Hero is too busy with their new duties to deal with me, and you seemed to be the only one to ask the help from." The hero glanced at Villain for a moment, but immediately lowered their gaze, looking at their fingers as if seeing them for the first time.

“Aren't you afraid of me? The villain smiled bitterly. “I'm almost insulted.”

“No, I mean… I AM afraid!” The hero rattled off quickly, waving their hands in front of them to justify themselves. “But you’re the only villain who has never kidnapped me or Hero. And you've never tried to really hurt or kill us. I thought you were better than the rest of the villains.” Hero took a deep breath and, after thinking over the words they had said, abruptly turned their head away, considering that they shouldn’t have said half of what Villain had just heard.

The villain grinned contentedly, noting for themselves that they liked this new hero. They couldn't remember the last time they had seen newcomers be so afraid to say or do something wrong. All the local heroes were too confident and too trained to show their emotions so openly.

The villain came closer, pretending that they were still looking at Hero's suit, but now they wanted to see the real emotions taking over them.

“So you want to be like Hero?” The villain spoke each word slowly so Hero would definitely not miss any of them. Their fingers sluggishly found the hero's hand, carefully but firmly squeezing their fingers.

“Yes…” Hero whispered unintentionally, losing control of the volume of their words. Something about Villain's movements and the timbre of their voice made Hero regret that they had agreed, and had originally called Villain to this parking lot.

They knew they had to maintain eye contact with the villain, but the depth of their eyes was too addictive, and Hero was afraid to plunge into the abyss. They couldn't feel their own hand, and couldn’t realize when Villain took it in theirs.

“Good.” The villain smiled briefly, watching Hero's growing anxiety. Their pupils were trembling, and their body froze, petrifying at such an unacceptable closeness to the villain. “I'll teach you.” With these words they painfully slow licked the tips of Hero’s fingers, while still looking at them.

The hero wanted to say something, but they immediately forgot how to form letters into words when Villain's hand found its way to their waist. The fingers of their enemy slowly crawled over the fabric of the suit, burning the skin through the material and lightly digging their nails in it. The hero exhaled softly but quickly, pressing their lower back against the car, they didn't know what to do, and whether they should have done anything at all.

The villain smoothly approached closer, leaning almost to Hero's ear. “Lesson one.” Their even breathing touched their neck, and Hero, unable to withstand the speed of their own heartbeat, closed their eyes.

It took less than a second for their eyelids to flash back open when the blaster from their weapon belt was tightly pressed to their chest. “Never let yourself get distracted by your opponent.”

#thanks for the donut #yum!#writeblr #writing prompt #writing #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero/villain #villain/hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #villain x sidekick #sidekick x villain #villain/sidekick #sidekick/villain

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nerdpoe · 2 months

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Titans Tower AU where Jason arrives to beat the shit out of Tim, only to find Tim waiting for him with a resume.

"As you can see, I would be a fantastic sidekick. I have also made a power point."

Apparently, the little Birdie and Bruce had gotten into a fight, and this was Tim's version of acting out.

#dcau #batman au #red hood #jason todd #robin #tim drake #tim isn't joking tho #he's been seriously considering it #dick got to have his fling with being a villains sidekick #and learned all sorts of neat tricks he refused to use to fight #so now it's Tim's turn.#story prompt

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avvail · 25 days

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prompt #101

The villain’s fingers closed around the sidekick’s throat, digging so hard into the skin, it was already blooming with red marks. They gasped, choking and grappling uselessly at their wrist, but nothing was working. The hero shakily lifted themselves onto their knees, tongue spitting out words before they could stop themselves.

“Stop!” They blurted, their voice shaking. The sidekick’s eyes were wide with terror. “Stop it, just–just let them go. Let go of them. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The villain calmly turned their head towards them. The sidekick squeaked when their grip tightened in a cruel, almost mocking gesture. “And what would that be?”

The hero released a shuddering breath. Their pleading eyes met the villain’s, relaxed and unbothered. Their lips quivered.

“Me?” They breathed.

With the way the villain’s lip twitched into a knowing smirk, the hero knew they had given the right answer.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero villain #villain hero #hero and villain #villain and hero #hero #villain #sidekick #possessiveness #writing prompt #story prompt #prompt #my prompt #writing #my writing #avvail

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 1 year

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Short Prompt #1123

“Your abilities are simply incredible!” The villain exclaimed, ranting as they walked in a circle. “How in the world did Hero ever manage to get you on their side?!”

The sidekick paused lockpicking their cuffs. “...You think my powers are incredible?”

#hero x villain #villain x sidekick #writing #writeblr #villain #sidekick #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #heroes and villains #hero x villain community #writing community #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you

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whatthehellami · 4 months

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"Can we like, reschedule today's fight? I have an exam?"

"YOU'RE IN SCHOOL?"

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kagekitsuneoflight · 1 year

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It’s kinda funny that Jason is, in every sense of the word, the most normal Robin. Unironically, there wasn’t anything uniquely special about him before he was Robin. He was a street kid. His dad was a goon (which makes sense for Gotham. It’s a goon breeding ground) and his adoptive mom was a girl who fell in love with the bad boy, got disowned by her upper middle class parents and adopted her boyfriend’s infant son. Even his biological mother isn’t anything special! She was just a doctor who ended up becoming corrupt.

Jason Todd was no circus kid who could do an impossible signature trick. He wasn’t being scouted by some evil hidden organization.

He wasn’t the rich boy genius who lived next door.

He’s not the son of a supervillain (as lame as cluemaster is, he still *counts*).

He’s not the secret son of Bruce Wayne.

And he’s not a metahuman, nor did he led a whole organization of teens to fight when Batman couldn’t.

He’s the most regular boy to ever enter become a hero in Gotham. He wanted to do good things for the sake of doing good. He grew up poor with regular parents, where bad things happened to them. The kinds of things that could happen to *any* person living in Gotham.

There is nothing about him, pre-Robin and as Robin, that makes him Not Like Regular Kids.

His dad was a goon (who, depending on the run, was either killed by Two-Face OR. Just sent to prison and killed in prison! Which makes his backstory even PLAINER-) and his mother was a drug addict with cancer. Jason ends up homeless, and almost steals the bat mobile tires. The only thing that makes him stand out from any other tragedy befallen kid in Gotham is the fact he was bold enough to do that, get Batman’s attention, and continue to be bold enough to go against a crime lord (who was apparently his grandmother, the most interesting person in his family, but since she’s almost never brought up, she’s likely no more significant than a one-issue villain in the crime lord power hierarchy). Batman realized that Jason wasn’t going to really stop, and honestly he kinda grew on him, so he decided to adopt Jason, and eventually allow him to become Robin.

There just isn’t anything amazingly special about his backstory. The few moments where something could have been done to make it more interesting (like his biological mother) but ended up taking the most boring option. You can’t do much of anything now to enhance his past without upsetting much more well established canon, and not without making people wonder “well if his grandmother was such a big name in crime, why hasn’t she been brought up before?”

Jason Todd was a wonderful Robin (providing that he actually has a writer who likes him). He has a golden heart, he’s the voice of reason. He’s everything that a Robin needs to be for Batman. But compared to everyone else, he was nothing special. In a way, his lack of Not Like Regular Kids makes him stand out in a much more subtle way.

As if someone asked the question “Do I need to be someone special to be Robin?” And the answer was “You don’t need to be someone special, you just need to be brave, like Jason Todd was.”

#jason todd #robin jason todd #seriously they could have made anyone his biological mom. to add drama. to add spice #but they instead said ‘well. he’s a simple kid’#everyone else is some delicacy food at a dinner table. and Jason? Jason is like. tomato soup.#HOWEVER. i will NOT forgive the disregard of making Jason stand out from his siblings more.#everyone has a specific niche that they noticeably can excel #or like. a very specific villain is like ‘YOU. i want to train YOU to be MY sidekick.’#or or. the backstory alone is enough to make them stand out.#Jason gets uh. crime? he’s good at killing people.#which isn’t even consistently his Thing by the way since no one knows where to put him on the hero to villain scale #if only there was something he could have that no one else does!#\*i stare long and hard at the All Caste and Magic*#shut up kage #edit: I’m so!! CLUEMASTER. ITS CLUEMASTER.

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unboundprompts · 6 months

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Random Prompt #80

"The plan," he sighed, "did not go as planned."

She looked at him in disbelief. "You dumb fuck."

#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #creative writing #otp prompts #random prompt #writeblr #story prompt #prompts #character banter prompts #villain and sidekick

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epiclamer · 1 month

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Part 2

“You’re finally awake~”

Sidekick barely registered the voice over the pounding of their heart in their head. They stretched their neck up to try and see whomever had tied them spread eagle to a bed, but could hardly get a glance from their restrained position.

Footsteps resounded through the room until they stopped somewhere near the foot of the bed. The hero-in-training gulped, they were terrified.

“W-Who are you?”

Their capturer huffed a laugh, stepping over to the side of the bed and into the sidekick’s view. “You’ve yet to meet me, darling. I’m a friend of your friend.”

The sidekick pursed their lips in an awkward frown, masking their unease. “By friend, you mean enemy… right?”

The other, presumably Villain (the sidekick guessed), smirked. “I guess you could say that.”

Hot sweat ran down the sidekick’s back and into the soft sheets below them, for some reason their whole body felt hot. Were they drugged? Truth serum-ed? Maybe even poisoned?

“You might have a concussion, I hit you quite hard over the head.” As if on queue, the sidekick felt a sudden sharp sting at the back of their head and for a sickening moment they realized the sweat coating their hair wasn’t actually sweat at all. “I didn’t think you’d be that easy to take down, if I’m being honest.”

The villain shrugged, somewhat amused as they watched the sidekick’s pale face distort in a mix of unresolved emotions. Eyeing their prisoner up and down from their jail cell of a bed with a look Sidekick had only ever been warned about by Hero before.

Sidekick’s mouth opened and closed, searching for something to say, toying with the idea of talking their way out of a torture session. “Y-You know, Hero is still out there. If you’re looking for them, I-I mean you just missed them—”

“Do they teach you to sell out your superiors immediately in hero school? Or is that just your own last ditch attempt to get away scott-free as a coward?”

Sidekick shut up. Villain had a point, they weren’t exactly painting the best picture for their reputation.

The villain grinned, leaning over the bed and placing a hand against the sidekick’s chest. They let their fingers wander as they spoke, “I will say though, coward or not, you sure are putting this body to waste working for that rat of a hero you call your mentor.”

Their second hand crept up along the sidekick’s torso and the criminal didn’t hesitate to begin slowly unbuttoning their dress shirt. Both of their eyes focused on the bits of skin that were carefully being revealed as they worked the lower buttons apart.

Sidekick’s breath hitched, was Villain seriously hitting on them? What were they doing? What was happening? None of Hero’s master classes could’ve prepared them for this moment.

The further down the villain’s hands went the more the sidekick’s heartbeat picked up. They convinced themselves it was because of the torture that was increasingly impending and not the fact that someone as breathtaking as the villain was, was stripping them down.

They began to struggle, pulling subtly—or so they thought—against their bonds, letting the burn from the rope digging into their skin distract them from the villain’s fingers exploring their body.

Pulling back the fabric of their button-up, Villain revealed the hero-in-training to their hungry eyes. Going straight to teasingly tracing their nails into the sidekick’s skin, relishing in their goosebumps and gasps.

“Sweetheart,” Villain’s eyes flicked to Sidekick’s, digging their nails into their fleshy shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Don’t pull on the ropes, okay? I guarantee you that my knots are more than strong enough to hold, so be a dear and don’t hurt yourself any more than you already have.”

For some reason, Sidekick stopped, they didn’t fight back harder like they were taught. The villain’s eyes were entrancing and their voice was soft but stern, guiding the sidekick’s actions and thoughts with every word they spoke.

Hero had warned them of that.

Villain smiled, pleased with their captive as they continued their soft tracing of skin. Leaving behind angry, red, crescents on the sidekick’s shoulder in their wake. “Hero spoke of you, but they never mentioned how good you look… What a shame.”

Sidekick’s face burned a beet coloured red. “W-What?”

“Well, I would’ve kidnapped you a lot sooner if I had known~” Villain drawled as if it were obvious and Sidekick cursed their lucky genes.

“But enough chit chat,” the criminal brought their hands back to their sides. “Let’s get back to the real reason you’re here…”

And in a second the sidekick’s heart lurched into their throat at the ‘snap’ of switchblade flipping open.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 7 months

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hey, me again!

I raise you: hero/villain where one shows up to the battle already injured and the other one is very offended because how dare you fight anyone else you cheater

“You little cheater,” the villain whispered, eyeing the injury with something close to compassion, yet possessiveness. They moved the hero’s jacket to the side and pushed them a little forward, observing their bleeding back. It wasn’t pretty but the villain had seen them in worse conditions. “Got shot by a coward.”

“Maybe I was the coward for running away.” The villain let out a sigh and tilted their head. The hero looked frustrated in a suspicious way. As if they were hiding something.

“We both know there’s nothing further from the truth than that.” They took a step back and looked around the alley. With astounding annoyance, they realised that it was jealousy they were feeling. Jealousy. Overwhelming abundances of jealousy.

It wasn’t the fact that someone had hurt the hero. That wasn’t the goal, that wasn’t what they were chasing after. It was the fact that they had a deep, fleshy relationship that was complicated and something they usually didn’t acknowledge. Neither of them.

And that someone dared to come close to that, someone dared to hurt the hero. Dared to kill them.

Thankfully, the hero didn’t seem too miserable. But that was to be expected, wasn’t it? That was to be expected from someone who had grown up fighting, someone who didn’t seem to know anything beside that. Both were fools when it came to that. Fighting every single day. No breaks. No family.

The villain let their thumb follow the hero’s cheekbone, smearing blood across their face but the hero grabbed their wrist.

“I don’t need your compassion,” they said coldly. They didn’t move the villain’s hand though.

“No,” the villain agreed. “You want it, though.”

The hero scowled and let go of the villain’s wrist. Disapproval went over their face. And they looked frustrated.

Disoriented. They took a few steps back and their breathing got heavier. They put a hand on the wall to stabilise themselves.

“Fucking hell…” they gasped.

“Some medical attention wouldn’t hurt.”

“Smart-ass.” The villain rolled their eyes.

They grabbed the hero’s jacket and helped them out of it. The hero wasn’t protesting but they were cursing quietly every now and then.

“I can’t believe you’re fighting other people.” It was meant to be sarcastic. Because, obviously, the villain wasn’t supposed to care about that.

“I thought we had an open relationship,” the hero answered. The villain couldn’t help but smile. They hadn’t expected the hero to go along with it.

“We don’t. Put your hands on the wall.”

The hero did.

“Oh. Then I’m really sorry, my love.” The villain stopped for a second, their hands floating over the wound. They were supposed to be the angry one. But the hero, they were…melancholic? The villain didn’t know.

Before the villain could lose themselves fully to this thought spiral, they put their fingers around the wound, trying to find any broken bones underneath the many layers of skin.

Unsurprisingly, the hero hissed.

“You should see one of your medics. Being a hero doesn’t mean you can walk around with a bullet in your back all day.”

“Eh, should be fine. I can still walk,” the hero answered. They turned around.

“You being in emotional distress doesn’t help the situation,” the villain noted. God, poor hero.

“Well, I got shot. I guess that caused it.” The villain stared at them, unimpressed by the dishonesty.

The hero had been shot a million times throughout their career. The villain had seen their reactions to it. They were getting used to it.

Which was horrifying in its own way.

“And who pulled the trigger?” The hero looked at the ground. “A friend?”

“…yeah, best friend,” the hero mumbled.

“Do you want me to take care of the wound?”

“Yes, please.”

#some sidekick watching them: 😑 they’re at it again jfc #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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random-writing-thoughts · 2 years

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Thought #111

"Did you know that more kidnappings happen in the parking lots of grocery stores then anywhere else?" Villain asked propping their feet on their desk.

Sidekick knodded slowly. "Okay..."

"Did you also know that Hero likes to go to Target at 8 on Fridays and takes roughly 1 hour inside before getting back to their car?"

Sidekick smiled. "Okay. What time is it?"

"7:30."

Sidekick turned to the door. "I'll be back at 9:15."

#writeblr #writing prompt #dialogue prompts #story prompt #writing #random thoughts #thoughts #prompt #short prompt #villain prompts #villain #sidekick prompt #sidekick #sidekick/villain #female writers #writing challenges

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flamingpudding · 6 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 27 - "I don't know if they will accept this."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Started writing this yesterday and finished it during lunch break today. So I decided to take a break tomorrow and post this early :D

Danny nervously poked his scrambled eggs as he sunk just a little lower in his chair. His eyes flicked back and forth between all of his new siblings that were currently in a heated discussion not noticing his slow withdrawal from the discussion and acting like he really didn't want to get noticed by them.

"Have you seen Mister Freeze's new sidekick? The white haired one that's probably a Meta with ice powers?"

"You mean Wraith?"

"Wait, I thought the kid was Ivy's sidekick? He helped blow up a facility last week!"

"No, no, no, no! Isn't he with Scarecrow?! I am sure he accidentally screwed up with the Fear Gas ten days ago so no one go harmed! But Scarecrow screamed at him that being new to the job wasn't an excuse."

"Didn't he help Catwoman steal two artifacts a couple days ago? One of them wasn't cat themed though I am pretty sure he was with her that time…"

"Wasn't he also the kid that was with Joker the last time he broke out? You know the white haired kid that was forced to assist him and tripped him right into his own trap and made the whole arrest a lot easier and quicker than usually?"

"It's like the kid switches who's sidekick he is every week…"

"Maybe he is interning with villains before breaking off to do his own thing? We better keep an eye on him."

Danny sank just a little bit lower in his chair and avoided looking at Alfred. Of course Danny knew about his new family's night time jobs, well day time in Duke's case, but when they had asked him if he wanted to take part in it he had declined. They didn't know about his second form, they only thought of him as a Meta with ghost powers that just escaped a horrible situation and now wanted a quiet and somewhat normal life. So they had accepted his decline in going into hero work, especially Alfred and Bruce appeared to be most relieved and happy about that decision at first.

But what Danny hadn't told them was that he might have declined going back into hero work, that didn't mean he would stay completely out of that side of his new family's life. The half ghost hadn't planned on it but it had all started with him accidentally coming across Poison Ivy. She reminded him of Sam in her values, so before his brain was able to catch up Danny asked if she wanted help blowing a facility that was pumping toxic waste into the water. Years of helping Sam with organizing activist protests did that to his brain.

One thing led to another and somehow Danny found himself more often than he liked in his phantom form acting as a sidekick or assistant to the rogues this family was fighting. In a way Danny felt like he was now more of an anti-hero than a hero, still fulfilling his obsession of protecting by finding creative ways to foil the rogues' plans if they get too dangerous or murderous but not really doing the whole righteous hero stick either.

Plus by working with Mister Freeze and Scarecrow at times he also gets to fully live out the mad scientist side of his brain. With them especially he gets to create whatever his weird wired brain could come up with, though, he did 'accidentally' leave behind USBs or papers with his inventions for Tim to find at the crime scenes.

What his new brother did with them was none of his business. If the Bats and Birds suddenly had new equipment in their arsenal that looked eerily similar to his inventions than that was that.

The problem was… his new family probably wouldn't like or accept that kind of turn of events. They were righteous and defenders of justice with moral codes and standards, Danny wasn't sure he could fulfill at the moment. Watching his new siblings arguing back and forth about Wraith, his new anti-hero alias Selina, Harley and Ivy had come up with, made his stomach sink every morning. In fact Danny was getting more and more scared with the passing days that his new family would kick him out the moment they learned about it just like his former parents had done.

He wished he had Jazz's contact to talk this over with her, but because of his situation Bruce found it better to wait a little longer before he could safely reach out to her. Maybe he could ask if Harley could talk with him instead.

A cup of tea was placed before him and Danny's head snapped up (when had he started to look down?) to find Alfred smiling calmly at him. "Master Daniel, I believe a nice cup of tea will help calm down your nerves."

"Thanks." Danny mumbled his hands cupping the cup and letting the warmth of it seep over his hands into his arms to comfort his nerves. He took a sip, eyes going wide for a moment before he looked over to Alfred who was currently taking away Tim's third cup of unfinished coffee while the other was distracted with the ongoing discussion. The old man gave him a knowing smile and Danny couldn't help the small grateful one that formed on its own, though he also couldn't help the slight feeling that Alfred knew what was frazzling Danny's nerves so much.

"Jason, maybe you can get into contact with Wraith?"

"Why the fuck should I?"

"You have a different reputation than us as Red Hood. He might be more willing to talk with you, to figure out his motives and such."

Danny choked on his tea, hurriedly placing the cup back on the table before pounding his own chest in a desperate attempt to get any tea that went down the airpipe out.

"Danny! Are you okay?" Dick was instantly on him, worried older brother vibes and all that.

He wheezed before breathing in relief once he stopped coughing, giving the oldest a barely hearable "I'm fine."

"<tt> Try not to die stupidly like this, Fenton." Damian clicked his tongue and Danny gave him a toothy grin.

"I am already half dead." He heard Jason snort. While the family thought Danny was just a Meta with ghost-like powers. Danny had explained his accident to them and how he died and revived with powers through it when they asked him why he was insisting through jokes that he was half dead. Jason and Dick were the only ones who really enjoyed his death related jokes and puns, the others were more worried about his mental state.

"Leave the death jokes to Todd, Fenton."

"Oh come on, don't ghost me like that! My jokes are just as much to die for then his are!"

"Fenton."

Danny just laughed, while the previous discussion made him fear for the future, he still loved the family he had gotten added into by sheer luck. He had come to quickly love them all and felt like his own weirdness fit perfectly into theirs. It truly made him hope that he could stay with them for a long time and maybe even add Jazz into the picture as well once his whole situation was more secured and Bruce would allow him to contact her and his friends.

Later that day Danny was in the library reading a book on Molecular Structure of the human biology and how it can mutate depending on external influence, as a preparation for his next endeavor as Wraith with Killer Croc, when he felt tapping on his shoulder.

Turning his head slightly Danny startled finding Cassandra in his personal space sitting next to him with a mirthful smile. She gave him a small wave as a greeting before sitting back a little, apparently satisfied with the fact that she sort of scared him there a little.

"Hey Cass." He smiled, putting one of the many bookmarks, Jason had distributed and stored away everywhere in an effort to stop his siblings from creating dog ears in books, on the page he was on before closing the book in his hands.

"You worry too much, relax." She signed with a reassuring smile once Danny had turned his full attention on her. Confused, the half ghost on the other hand tilted his head, puzzled about what Cass was going on about. He did feel rather relaxed right now.

"You being Wraith." Wide eyed Danny hurried to cover Cassandra's hands, like one would cover another's mouth if they blurred out a secret. His eyes hurriedly darted around in their surroundings but aside from the shelves filled with books Danny couldn't see nor sense anyone that might listen in on them.

Cass was shaking in silent laughter as Danny nervously turned back to look at her. "How…"

Slowly she freed her hands from his and patted them comfortingly before beginning to sign again, smiling knowingly. "I saw. Your body language is the same."

"I…" How was he going to explain this? He had gotten found out, was Cass going to tell him to leave now? Was this the end of his new found family life? It came sooner than he anticipated. Blankly he stared at his hands that uselessly lay in his lap on the book cover, one hand slowly moving to nervously trace unseen patterns on the books spine.

Danny did not see how Cass frowned at that action, all mirth gone from her smiles. She did not like her brother was drawing into himself, doubt and fear started to radiate from his body language and Cassander didn't like that even more. She moved a little closer, so that she would have an easier time to reach Danny and poked his cheek mercilessly until her little brother looked back up at her.

"No need to explain." She actually spoke instead of sign just to show Danny how serious she was. "It's fine. Funny even. Like Selina."

"But…" A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed, trying to find the right words. Cass waited patiently for him. "Mom and Dad… my former parents… they didn't accept me as a ghost hero…"

Cassandra nodded but didn't sign nor say anything, seeing that there was more her newest little brother wanted to say but still trying to find the right words for. It was something she could relate to. Unable to find the right words, hadn't she been through that before too. She lay a comforting hand down on Danny's shoulder, once more waiting patiently.

"I… I don't know if they will accept this… this turn of events. Especially in this family. You all are taking the Hero route and I…" Danny swallowed once more. "I can stop, I can change. I just don't… I don't want to lose another family…"

Before Danny knew what was happening he was enveloped in a warm hug, he blinked several times before realizing that Cass was hugging him tightly. He was held like this for a while before she drew back from him, poking him once more to make him look at her once more.

"No need. Don't stop." She spoke her voice, soft and smoothing while smiling at him brightly.

"But…" She shook her head, silencing whatever Danny wanted to say before giving him a mischievous smile, her hands letting go of his shoulder so sign her next words. "You are not hurting anyone, you keep them from killing, from being too dangerous to civilians, not really breaking any big laws. You help us in your own law breaking way. Like Jason does."

"I am not as good as him…" Danny mumbled still unsure but Cass only smiled fondly ruffling her little brother's hair.

"You started to smile more since you became Wraith." She flat out told him, causing Danny to look up at her stunned and she laughed silently. "Keep going. If you go too far, I will be there to pull you back."

"You're like Jazz…" Danny mumbled, finally with a little smile on his face and Cass returned it with a satisfying one of her own before pulling him in for another hug, he returned this time.

That night, Orphan watched happily how her little brother laughed carefree and freer than he had in a month sitting on Killer Croc shoulders, testing out his newest invention while the rogue was trying to get him off, unsuccessfully so far. Her other brothers surrounded the two and tried to figure out what was going on since Wraith was supposed to be their rogues gallery sidekick and not challenge them like that.

She laughed even when suddenly out of nowhere a USB-Stick hit Red Robin in the face. Obviously she had caught Wraith flinging it in his direction, but she was not about to tell them that. Orphan would let them figure that out on their own, meanwhile she was going to enjoy watching her newest little brother smile and laugh while being the chaos gremlin she had seen in him from day one as he was messing with the rogues as well as vigilantes / heroes of Gotham.

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Hostage situation

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day,” Hero murmured, clacking the silver spoon at the edge of the table, their eyes fixed still on the full plate before them.

“Eat, Hero.”

Their eyebrows furrowed in response, face twisting into a scowl. Hero lifted their head, looking to meet the others' eyes, thinking that, perhaps, they were just as unsure to face truthfully the other as they were.

Villain was not. Brown eyes which shined yellow under the warm light of the room faced them, straight and unwavering.

Hero averted theirs once again.

“You don’t care for what I have to say?”

“Not particularly,” Villain answered, “but if it means a lot to you, go right ahead.”

Hero swallowed

“I’ll take your deal,” they answered,quickly, as fast as they could to disguise the trembling of their voice. “I’ll support your case, I’ll make sure it gets to Superhero, to the President and the Ministry of Security, I’ll get Sidekick back to you.”

Swirling their wine on the cup, white to make good pair with the salmon, Villain nodded, solemnly and slowly, almost doubtfully, and yet the mere hint of a positive answer made Hero’s heart pound inside their chest. Not yet relief but the dread that came right before it.

“Oh Hero,” Villain answered, the tone of pity melting with their words “but you’ve already done that, my sidekick’s being transported to me right now. A hostage exchange if you may.”

The chain on their ankle rattled as they threw themselves back on the chair, blood pumping inside their ears.

“Are you letting me go? Am I going back with Superhero?!”

A moment of silence was followed by a deep, hoarse laugh, rumbling across the room and shaking if ever so slightly the silverware and glasses.

“Of course not sweet, sweet, dumb thing,” they answered “you’re staying right here with me, with us.”

Hero’s heart felt like falling from a thousand floors. And a deep, unescapable sentiment of despair felt like a cold sweat inducing fever dream.

“No!” Hero wailed, “No, no, no. You said that if, that when you, when Sidekick came back to you you would let me go, you promised! I told you I would take the deal.”

“You were too late, pet, you took too long, I want to keep you now.”

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