“A cop?” Nath blinked. Working with the law. He couldn’t imagine that was easy with how corrupt and lazy he’d known the police force to be, “How did you end up going that route?”
“Ah… no… not anymore at least,” he cringed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Aaeehh I kind of decided it when I was really young. Dad always taught me right from wrong. Especially growing up in and around a prison.” Wayne says softly, watching Nath cringe and giving a supportive smile.
“Don’t worry, man. I’m not gunna judge you. Everyone has their limits, hell I know I do.” Wayne murmurs as he tips his head in a direction as a suggestion for them to keep walking around or not. Whatever Nath wanted to do.
Nath grunted, that was good he supposed. He judged himself enough for both of them. Heading back towards the museum out of habit, he wondered, “Ok, ok, ok, hold on a second. Who’s dad?” he frowned, “And what did you mean about around the prison?”
That didn’t sound anything like his father. Lord Robert Scott would never have let nim hang out around the prison.
“Ah… uh…” Nath looked away, not really sure how to answer that. His sense of time was horribly skewed, “A few months ago?”
“So you’re still… doing the… hero thing?” he guessed, “Are the others too? That you know?” he knew his was tapering off, but he did still go out. The guilt occasionally returned, eating away at the pit of his stomach. He should be out there too… doing something… but… it would just repeat again. And again. He’d just be trapped in that nightmare all over again.
A loud snort escaped him before he could even think to begin to stop it.
“Me? A Hero? Hah! Yeah no.” Wayne laughs at the very idea, slapping a hand down on Nath’s shoulder to support himself as he has a good chuckle.
“ No, I work at a bar. I don’t know about the others. Well except for my boyfriend’s brother’s husband. He’s doing the hero thing. I was a cop before I came here but that’s about as hero as i’m going to get. Honestly, I don’t even like the title.” Wayne shrugs and looks around him.
“ And you? No offense but you don’t look like fighting crime and saving the day.” He points out and raises an eyebrow.
“A cop?” Nath blinked. Working with the law. He couldn’t imagine that was easy with how corrupt and lazy he’d known the police force to be, “How did you end up going that route?”
“Ah… no… not anymore at least,” he cringed, rubbing the back of his neck.
It had taken a lot of courage building and time, but Wayne Scott, currently going under the name Nath, sat out in the park with his guitar. He played a few covers and a few originals. Not really carrying about the money of busking as much as he did to just prove to himself that he could be out in public and do this for himself.
Wyn had been just chilling in the air over the park considering the rather quiet day today and was enjoying what nature she could when her ears picked up the sound of music.
Oh heck yeah, where the hell was that coming from? Honing in on the sound and spotting just who was playing the guitar, a massive grin broke out over her face.
Whoa! It was a… A her but as a him! Wicked!
Quickly dropping down, she lets gravity take her quickly down before stopping at a hover just before making a massive hole in the ground.
“Dude you play awesome!”
Lost to his thought, the sudden voice jerk Nath’s head up. Seeing just who had spoken, however, left him speechless.
She was… huge and intimidating… larger than him even. A deep instinct deep inside of him cowered. Sinking lower on the bench submissively, Nath looked up at her, the costume finally registering. She was… him? Struggling to find his voice he managed, “Well hey there, pretty lady,” he tried a smile, “and why thank you, you’re too kind. But the music is nothing without an audience.”
Raising both eyebrows, Nath snorted, “No, I’m pretty sure that just makes you the whippersnapper, freckles.”
His lip twitching as he tried to restrain a full grin, he reached out and poked Wayne’s nose.
Gasping dramatically as Nath said that, when his nose was poked he tossed his head back with a hand to his chest.
“T’oh! Ouch! My pride! How could you?”
Bringing his head back down, Wayne snickers and rolls his shoulders in a shrug.
“Well no one can ever stop me from thinking i’m the coolest. So, when did you arrive in the big ol’ metro-hub anyhow?” He asks, talking about the multiverse thing.
“Ah… uh…” Nath looked away, not really sure how to answer that. His sense of time was horribly skewed, “A few months ago?”
“So you’re still… doing the… hero thing?” he guessed, “Are the others too? That you know?” he knew his was tapering off, but he did still go out. The guilt occasionally returned, eating away at the pit of his stomach. He should be out there too… doing something… but… it would just repeat again. And again. He’d just be trapped in that nightmare all over again.
“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 be 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.
Roxanne pouts a bit, frustrated at the double-questioning, but tries to press forward, only hoping her mic’s battery will hold out long enough to capture any truly juicy bits. “Why wouldn’t you be happy with the status quo? You mean the one where each battle ends with you bruised, bloody, or otherwise broken? Where you usually end up back in jail, with another sentence added to your record? With nobody but Minion to really talk to, when it really matters?”
She trails off, deciding not to go any further and provoke a negative reaction while Megamind is driving and she’s tied up. “Which reminds me… where IS Minion tonight, anyway?”
Megamind scoffed, “I’ve come closer to nearly winning then you are recalling, clearly Miss Ritchi,” frustrated at how today was going, he snipped, “And why is it exactly that you assume I don’t have anyone? Hmm?”
“Do you really think that my entire life revolves around you and Wayne, really Roxanne?” he sighed, his mood dipping low enough that he broke character briefly. Shaking his head and scowling at himself he tried to shake himself back into the right mindset, “Miss Ritchi, all will be clear once we arrive. I’ll get to enact the latest great battle against my lifelong nemesis, you’ll get your story, and the status quo will remain. Everything is perfect. Just how it is,” his jaw snapped. Do. Not. Ruin. This. For. Me. He added silently.
Syx laughed rather manically as he looked around, “Oh nonono of course not fine gentlemen! There is nothing what so ever the matter with this fine establishment!”
He hadn’t changed his voice! SHIT SHIT SHIT FUUUUCK!!!! His back far too stiff, he tried to edge out around the cop without seeming more suspicious.
Wayne raised his other eyebrow as the man continued to act like he was freaking out and tried to inch around him.
But that voice? Oh, he knew that voice.
“Still as strange as ever, .. Syx, wasn’t it?” Wayne asks while stepping aside so the man could get into the building easier.
“Fuck!” slipped out before he could stop it. Laughing nervously, Syx cringed, “Ah… yes… Officer Woodridge…. how LOVELY to see you again.”
This was fine. Perfectly fine. Wasn’t doing anything wrong. Pig couldn’t touch him, “I was just leaving this perfectly lovely eating establishment.”
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