“Now Miss Ritchi,” Megamind tutted after getting into the driver side of the car, “You’re part of the game, a highly essential component,” he huffed, not really wanting to explain.
Starting the engine, it purring to life, he grumbled, “Besides I started kidnapping you before he took an interest in you. Therefore my claim takes precedence,” glaring at her as he pulled out into the street he added, “Besides, he always saves you before you’ve received any bodily harm.”
Ignore the fact that he had a million safety catches in place and most of the traps only looked dangerous. Ignore that his brain bots were programmed to be non-hostile to her and prevent danger. Ignore that he activity stopped plans when they put her or other citizens in actual danger. It looked dangerous and destroyed property and that was the whole point. But Metro Man saved the day and he went back to prison and Roxanne got her story and the city turned. A comforting routine.
One which Roxanne seemed determined to poke holes in today! Much to his frustration, he quipped, “Why mess with a good thing and try and learn someone new?”
Roxanne tugs first on her lap belt, making sure it’s snug, and reaches up for the grip handle, stopping short as the rope snaps taut. She winces and settles for a firm grasp on the dashboard instead. “Exactly, that first time? I was just a random citizen then, and Metro Man responded just fine. And you know,” she turns blindly towards the driver’s seat with a little scowl, “It would just be FANtastic if you and everybody else saw me as a person instead of a hostage, or a claim to stake. Though I do appreciate that you’ve never actually hurt me.” She smiles softly, for just an instant, then sighs and folds her hands in her lap. Her neck exposed, she leans to tilt her head against the window, resting her temple on the glass.
“So… I guess it just means… you’re actually happy with this? The status quo? Is that really all you hope to gain from these kidnappings and hare-brained schemes?” Roxanne twitches a little as a soft beep from her shoulder alerts her to a dying battery in the microphone, and she tries to nonchalantly reach up to flick it off, hoping Megamind hadn’t noticed.
“What makes you think I don’t?” Megamind turned to her in true bafflement. The inability of human’s to think of things from many angles simultaneously often confused him despite being raised by them. To him the fact that she could Roxanne, Hostage, His Victim, Reporter, Wayne’s Girlfriend, her Parent’s Daughter, and any other number of things all at once made perfect sense.
“And why wouldn’t I be? Honestly Miss Ritchi… what has gotten into you today?” Megamind cursed the day in general. Nothing was going right.
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