(( ehehe sooo I’ll have to write some drabbles or short stories for this sometime, but I’ll outline it here ;P ))

Syx considered their relationship always that of a professional arrangement of super villain and kidnappie. However, he chose Roxanne because she was smart, resourceful, and level headed. He was admittedly very attracted to her after the first few kidnappings but knew nothing could ever come of it. 

Things took a bit of a bitter turn when it appeared Roxanne and Wayne started dating. It was bad enough that he couldn’t have either of them WORSE that they found love in each other because of him. He was jealous and envious of it and it crept into the banter sometimes.

“Let’s stop wasting time and call your boyfriend in tights, shall we?”

Over the years, their relationship changed. It was always professional, but it became more… friendly. Roxanne would type out her monthly schedule with note of important dates. There would be annotations of ‘today has to be perfect’, ‘manditory meeting’, ‘reshudule?’ and other codes that they slowly developed. Notes for days that no kidnappings would happen. Notes for days that would be really good for a kidnapping to get out of a dreaded appointment or stupid story.

She wouldn’t ever bring up the edits and suggestions added to her date book, though she knew by the notes left if it was Megamind or Minion who’d read it. And Syx would never admit that the kidnappings were in any way coordinated.He was careful to make sure she never truly knew in advance so that she would always have plausible deniability. 

Still, there were many a glorious battle called off for cocoa. Days that had Minion breaking in to give Miss Ritchi homemade chicken noodle soup and make sure she went to bed. Gifts that appeared on her balcony for her birthday. When an ex broke her door, Megamind broke his arm. And times when she got to see past Megamind to the soft dork underneath. To the bitter and jaded man underneath. 

Just enough to think that there was far more to Megamind than she knew. To make her want to know more. To make her trust him.

It also helped that she knew since kidnapping three that she was never in danger unless something when horribly wrong and even then he always got hurt worse than she did. Hell, she got hurt worse as an investigative reported jumping fences and sneaking into places than she did strapped to his ‘torture’ racks. He had safety mechanisms and fail-safes built into everything she ever saw. Most of the machines didn’t even work right. At first, she thought he was just a failure, but it didn’t take long to realize it was by design. 

For his part, Syx always cared for her. She was smart and kind. Never had she made a big deal about his appearance and always showed interest in his work. He enjoyed their banter as much as he did the banter he had with Wayne. They were both part of the game. It could never exist without both of them. Never be the same. Syx cared about her, Roxanne was special to him and he would protect her from any threat. He would say it was just because she was his exclusive victim but over the years their banter turned much more flirtatious. Never crossing the line, but it was just as flirtatious as what he had with Wayne.