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“Oh,” Roxanne hadn’t really ever questioned the labels before. She’d grown up with girlfriend and boyfriend, husband and wife. It was a struggle to remember to think outside of that sometimes. She did try, though, “That makes sense, I just haven’t heard that in the context of a person before, just animals.”

“Respect…” Roxanne echoed, looking down at the blue hand on her knee. She sighed, did she respect Megamind? Not his villainy… but his genius? the man that she saw glimpses of occasionally when the act slipped? That man she did respect. She admired his tenacity and his creativity. She’d never realized that he might think highly of her as well. He respected her privacy and took care to maintain their strange working relationship… but that it might be more than professional courtesy… suddenly she wasn’t sure how to feel. Especially considering that her Megamind might not even be around anymore.

Keeping her muddled thoughts to herself, she instead marveled, “You know… I’ve never actually seen Megamind’s hands before. Not this close, anyway. The only time I’ve ever seen him without his gloves was years ago when I interviewed him in prison,” she bit her lip at the memory, he was so different there. He’d hardly seemed like the man she knew. It had been the only time she’d ever actually been scared of him, seeing him bound to a chair with straps, snarling at the guards with a murderous expression she’d never seen on him before. Letting out a breath, Roxanne refocused, “Your nails are lovely.”

Harrison’s face shifted from a serious to a wide grin.  That crack about animals was a bit rude but he’s a sucker for a compliment.

“Let me know if you need a manicurist,” he boasts.   “I get a simple buff with a light purple clear coat most of the time.  It brings out the color in my cheeks.  But Ivy does this absolutely divine hand massage with a geranium sea salt scrub.  Of course, I take better care of my skin than those of us blue people who became villains.  Their hands are always so rough and scarred!  I’ve been trying to evangelize to Syx about the wonders of moisturizer, but I’m afraid it falls on deaf ears.”  And he rolled his eyes melodramatically.  

Roxanne had to laugh, “I don’t know about completely deaf ears. My Megamind took well to eyeliner and contouring after I demoed it for him. That was one of my favorite early kidnappings. I think you just have to frame it in the right light, it’s all about presentation after all.”

With a joyful grin, she shook her head at the offer, “It sounds lovely, but also expensive Mr. Billionare. I’ll stick to my once a month mani-pedi treat at the nail salon. Some of us have budgets.”

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Roxanne had gotten used to having both compliments and insults hurled at her over her looks during her time as a reporter. She’d gotten used to letting both just slide off of her for the most part. The only opinions she took seriously were those of Wayne, Minion, and Megamind. She found herself accepting Harrison’s compliments at face value and thus she wasn’t sure how to react. Half between humble, embarrassed, and still in shock.

“Mate? That’s an odd way to put it,” he’d said earlier that there was a Megamind that was married to a Roxanne. Now it was more than just a thought. A what if. Her Megamind was attracted to her. The way Harrison spoke of it made it sound like, “Megamind and Roxanne are a common couple?” her voice had a distant quality, she felt disconnected as her brain fought to process and analyze every kidnapping through this new light. Face drawn, she denied her dark fantasies, “Well it’s not like I would ever date a villain. He has to know he doesn’t have a chance.” 

All that he’d believed for so long that she’d been dating Wayne. All the better that he was having a thing with Wayne now. It was… better this way. Even if she’d lost both of them from the looks of it so far. 

Harrison shrugged.  “Mate, partner, spouse.  Husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend.  The labels don’t matter as much as the feeling behind them.  That person who is your person.  The one you would do anything for, the one you would miss like hell if they went away, the one who helps you create a life that has meaning.  Call that whatever you like.”

He shifts slightly in his seat, watching her features darken as she considers and rejects whomever the Megamind is in her world.  So he wants to choose his next words very carefully.  He doesn’t want to give her the wrong impression with all his gossip about doubles.  

“I don’t know about you and your Megamind, but the pattern I’ve seen between Megaminds and Roxannes since coming here isn’t that they are necessarily a couple.  Some dated and broke up, some got married, some never thought of dating to begin with.  The common thread is a connection based on mutual affection and respect as much as rope burn.  What you weave with those threads of connection is your business.  Its what makes each of use unique no matter how many dimensional doubles we have running around.”  He reached out and patted her lightly on the leg in a way that she would hopefully find reassuring.  

“Oh,” Roxanne hadn’t really ever questioned the labels before. She’d grown up with girlfriend and boyfriend, husband and wife. It was a struggle to remember to think outside of that sometimes. She did try, though, “That makes sense, I just haven’t heard that in the context of a person before, just animals.”

“Respect…” Roxanne echoed, looking down at the blue hand on her knee. She sighed, did she respect Megamind? Not his villainy… but his genius? the man that she saw glimpses of occasionally when the act slipped? That man she did respect. She admired his tenacity and his creativity. She’d never realized that he might think highly of her as well. He respected her privacy and took care to maintain their strange working relationship… but that it might be more than professional courtesy… suddenly she wasn’t sure how to feel. Especially considering that her Megamind might not even be around anymore.

Keeping her muddled thoughts to herself, she instead marveled, “You know… I’ve never actually seen Megamind’s hands before. Not this close, anyway. The only time I’ve ever seen him without his gloves was years ago when I interviewed him in prison,” she bit her lip at the memory, he was so different there. He’d hardly seemed like the man she knew. It had been the only time she’d ever actually been scared of him, seeing him bound to a chair with straps, snarling at the guards with a murderous expression she’d never seen on him before. Letting out a breath, Roxanne refocused, “Your nails are lovely.”

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“Ah, that makes sense-” Roxanne stopped mid sentence as Harrison, her eyes sliding over to the blue man. God, he sounded so much like Megamind right then. Especially when they were in mid-banter and he’d call her temptress. But the way Harrison said it, he had to be flirting with her… flirting… 

Something clicked in the back of her head, her face going blank, “Oh my god. He was flirting with me.”

Harrison had hoped his flirting would get a reaction, though this reaction certainly wasn’t what he had in mind.  It doesn’t take a mega mind to figure out who ‘he’ was.  He laughed and shook his head.

“I’m assuming you mean your Megamind. I don’t know him personally, but that sounds about right.  I certainly don’t blame him.  You’re beautiful, smart, creative, and witty.  I’m happily married, but that’s everything I would look for in a mate,” he replied, unable to wipe the bemused grin from his face.  “If your Megamind didn’t have a crush on you, I would be shocked.”

Roxanne had gotten used to having both compliments and insults hurled at her over her looks during her time as a reporter. She’d gotten used to letting both just slide off of her for the most part. The only opinions she took seriously were those of Wayne, Minion, and Megamind. She found herself accepting Harrison’s compliments at face value and thus she wasn’t sure how to react. Half between humble, embarrassed, and still in shock.

“Mate? That’s an odd way to put it,” he’d said earlier that there was a Megamind that was married to a Roxanne. Now it was more than just a thought. A what if. Her Megamind was attracted to her. The way Harrison spoke of it made it sound like, “Megamind and Roxanne are a common couple?” her voice had a distant quality, she felt disconnected as her brain fought to process and analyze every kidnapping through this new light. Face drawn, she denied her dark fantasies, “Well it’s not like I would ever date a villain. He has to know he doesn’t have a chance.” 

All that he’d believed for so long that she’d been dating Wayne. All the better that he was having a thing with Wayne now. It was… better this way. Even if she’d lost both of them from the looks of it so far. 

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Brows lowered thoughtfully, Roxanne held her coffee as she listened. Magic… sure why not really. Just one more thing to add to the odd things in this city and another research topic for later. God, she was going to have zero free time.

“Pheramones? So like an ant or a bee?” She looked over at him as she sat back, “Like you can smell fear? Must make poker easier.”

Harrison laughed.  “It has to be really strong for me to get anything off a human under normal circumstances.  You humans don’t quite excrete the right signals.  I say smell, but its not quite like I do it with my nose.  There are electrochemical receptors all over my skin.  Which means the longer we play strip poker, the better I get.”  

He gave her a flirty wink and his voice dropped to a velvety purr.  “Direct skin to skin contact is even better.”

“Ah, that makes sense-” Roxanne stopped mid sentence as Harrison, her eyes sliding over to the blue man. God, he sounded so much like Megamind right then. Especially when they were in mid-banter and he’d call her temptress. But the way Harrison said it, he had to be flirting with her… flirting… 

Something clicked in the back of her head, her face going blank, “Oh my god. He was flirting with me.”

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It never even entered into Roxanne’s thought to wonder at genetic compatibility. In her mind, it seemed a given based off fantasy and science fiction tropes that humanoid species could and would have kids. Megamind was always just a blue human in her mind.

“Magic? Curse?” Roxanne’s face drew out into an anxious half grin, sure that this blue man was pulling her leg, “Are you sure you haven’t been reading too many tabloids?”

“Sadly no, welcome to Metro City where magic is real and is mostly used to be a pain in your ass,” Harrison sighed dramatically.  To illustrate his point he focuses enough to levitate the box of donuts up so he could select a chocolate cake donut with rainbow sprinkles.  “I’m friends with an honest to god faerie that lives in a magical tree, Wayne has a longstanding beef with a djinn, and I’m getting magic lessons from a half-dragon.  It’s a brave new world.”

The expression of disbelief locked onto her face, Roxanne waved her hand under the box, “Okay, what’s the trick? I’ve seen Megamind do some pretty amazing things before but it was always grounded in reality somehow even if I didn’t understand half of it.”

She knew of the Doom Syndicate, but that was elemental stuff. She’d written them all off as mutants with physical abilities like Wayne’s heat vision. Brow furrowed she followed that same logic here, explaining what she was seeing based on what she knew, “So… like telekinesis?” 

The other things he said, she filed away for future research. Djinn, fairy, dragon. That was going to be a fun research trip if she could even begin to separate fact from fiction. 

“Nope.  Honest to god magic.  I had to memorize spells and do this thing with smelly herbs.  Most of it is just focusing emotional energy at its core, so I’m sure there are scientific principles somewhere at work here.  But I’m still a beginner,” Harrison explained with a shrug.  

“I do have some additional empathic senses that humans lack; mostly it involves reading emotions by receiving subtle clues in pheromones.  But I’m not an actual psychic.  There is one of the other blue men in town who is however.  He’s telepathic and telekinectic.  He could be the most dangerous man in Metro City if he wasn’t such a shy, introverted, sweetheart.”

Brows lowered thoughtfully, Roxanne held her coffee as she listened. Magic… sure why not really. Just one more thing to add to the odd things in this city and another research topic for later. God, she was going to have zero free time.

“Pheramones? So like an ant or a bee?” She looked over at him as she sat back, “Like you can smell fear? Must make poker easier.”

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It never even entered into Roxanne’s thought to wonder at genetic compatibility. In her mind, it seemed a given based off fantasy and science fiction tropes that humanoid species could and would have kids. Megamind was always just a blue human in her mind.

“Magic? Curse?” Roxanne’s face drew out into an anxious half grin, sure that this blue man was pulling her leg, “Are you sure you haven’t been reading too many tabloids?”

“Sadly no, welcome to Metro City where magic is real and is mostly used to be a pain in your ass,” Harrison sighed dramatically.  To illustrate his point he focuses enough to levitate the box of donuts up so he could select a chocolate cake donut with rainbow sprinkles.  “I’m friends with an honest to god faerie that lives in a magical tree, Wayne has a longstanding beef with a djinn, and I’m getting magic lessons from a half-dragon.  It’s a brave new world.”

The expression of disbelief locked onto her face, Roxanne waved her hand under the box, “Okay, what’s the trick? I’ve seen Megamind do some pretty amazing things before but it was always grounded in reality somehow even if I didn’t understand half of it.”

She knew of the Doom Syndicate, but that was elemental stuff. She’d written them all off as mutants with physical abilities like Wayne’s heat vision. Brow furrowed she followed that same logic here, explaining what she was seeing based on what she knew, “So… like telekinesis?” 

The other things he said, she filed away for future research. Djinn, fairy, dragon. That was going to be a fun research trip if she could even begin to separate fact from fiction. 

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Her mind sputtered as she pictured Megamind in feathers and stiletto boots, her imagination hardly changing him other than removing the beard. Realizing she’d frozen open mouthed, she shocked her head and held up a hand, “Wait, wait, wait, slow down. Why would two people having a kid be scandalous?” her brain caught up. Right. Woman. This was two woman. She tried to add breasts to the mental image she’d been painting, “…how would to women have a kid? I mean it could easily be biological one of theirs if they used a sperm donor,” she reasoned.

Harrison was smirking despite his attempts to hide it, barely able to contain a somewhat evil glee.  He might not enjoy spike covered robots, but there is no doubt in moments like this that he is a Megamind.  

“No donor.  Biological from both of them.  A magical curse turned Girly into the male Megamind you know and love.  She was dating Roxanne at that time and one thing leads to another, and of course they’re not used to thinking about birth control….. So that is how Megamind accidentally got her Roxanne pregnant.”  With a flourish of his hands and a gleam in his bright neon eyes, Harrison is well and truly convinced he has blown her poor little human mind.  “Nine months later little Vycter comes along.”

It never even entered into Roxanne’s thought to wonder at genetic compatibility. In her mind, it seemed a given based off fantasy and science fiction tropes that humanoid species could and would have kids. Megamind was always just a blue human in her mind.

“Magic? Curse?” Roxanne’s face drew out into an anxious half grin, sure that this blue man was pulling her leg, “Are you sure you haven’t been reading too many tabloids?”

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“What?” Roxanne squeaked, “Married? To Megamind?” her face colored red at the idea, only in her darkest fantasies. Ones she denied in the morning, “I-I mean, wait, female? There’s a girl Megamind?”

Her eyes widening as she tried to wrap her mind around it, Roxanne gasped, “How ridiculous are her outfits?”

“Think more peacock feathers and rhinestones than spikes,” Harrison confided, his bright green eyes shining with amusement at her obvious embarrassment.  Yet another Roxanne who clearly had more than professional feelings for the blue villain in her life.  He could hardly blame her since he was itching to crawl into bed with Syx himself.  “Though the spikes to do make the occasional cameo.  Her thigh-high stiletto boot game is exquisite.” 

“They have two kids, one adopted and one biological.  Though you might be slightly scandalized to hear how that happened,” he smirked, knowing any reporter as curious as Roxanne Ritchi won’t be able to resist the inevitable follow up question.  

Her mind sputtered as she pictured Megamind in feathers and stiletto boots, her imagination hardly changing him other than removing the beard. Realizing she’d frozen open mouthed, she shocked her head and held up a hand, “Wait, wait, wait, slow down. Why would two people having a kid be scandalous?” her brain caught up. Right. Woman. This was two woman. She tried to add breasts to the mental image she’d been painting, “…how would to women have a kid? I mean it could easily be biological one of theirs if they used a sperm donor,” he reasoned.

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“What? No, he was the one that turned me down,” Roxanne frowned, “Normally we’d watch romantic comedies and stupid campy stuff and eat ice cream and drink… it was a monthly ritual,” one that had been all but abandoned lately.

Not having the appetite for the rest of her donut, she rubbed her arms, “You really think that I could have been the only one to come here?”

Harrison sat up straighter and let his arms fall to his sides.  “There’s no way to know without talking to the Wayne and Megamind you believe is yours, but its certainly possible. I’m not trying to freak you out,” he adds, reaching out to pat her on the leg.  

“We have nicknames for a lot of us just to keep us all straight.  Did I tell you one of the Megaminds is female?  And that she married her Roxanne?” he asks, trying to change the subject with salacious gossip and wiggling eyebrows.  “My Wayne calls her Girly or Femme.”

“What?” Roxanne squeaked, “Married? To Megamind?” her face colored red at the idea, only in her darkest fantasies. Ones she denied in the morning, “I-I mean, wait, female? There’s a girl Megamind?”

Her eyes widening as she tried to wrap her mind around it, Roxanne gasped, “How ridiculous are her outfits?”

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“Brain bot numbering system? How would I…” Roxanne paled a bit, did she even know her Megamind well enough to know him from a double? She wanted to believe yes… but…

Shaking her head, she focused on Wayne instead, “It has to still be my Wayne. Even if he hasn’t wanted to have a movie night in ages…”

“Did you take him up on it?  The movie night?” Harrison asked lazily.  He was in no hurry and while he wasn’t unsympathetic to her distress, he figured someone ought to teach these newbies the rules.  

“What? No, he was the one that turned me down,” Roxanne frowned, “Normally we’d watch romantic comedies and stupid campy stuff and eat ice cream and drink… it was a monthly ritual,” one that had been all but abandoned lately.

Not having the appetite for the rest of her donut, she rubbed her arms, “You really think that I could have been the only one to come here?”