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.
“Megamind. I’ve literally never heard either of you mention anybody else.” A little caught off-guard from the change in address, the reporter tries to goad him on a little further, careful not to let her tone slip too far into incredulous or mocking territory. “So there IS somebody else, then? Who?”
Twiddling her thumbs absently as they drive, Roxanne shakes her head lightly. “I’m just saying, instead of just barely scraping by, always trying for a win or a one-up over Metro Man, maybe there’s an alternative.” She stretches her legs out under the dashboard, wondering just how much further there even IS to the lair, and hums softly. “You know, this has been nice, getting to talk to you instead of just waking up in the chair with a headache. I vote for this method in the future, for what it’s worth.”
“Miss Ritchi, this is a professional kidnapper kidnappee relationship,” Megamind raised an eyebrow as he put the car into park, “My person life has no need what-so-ever to make it onto your precious news feed. That’s what the hero is for.”
Undoing the rope to get her out of the car, Megamind ignored the rest of her questions. His silence protected the people who raised him from nosy reporters. He would never compromise them or the underground contacts that supplied him and Minion with food and parts. It was a carefully set up underground contact ring, a nosy reporter would only get herself hurt poking her nose into the real underbelly of Metro City.
“Oh I see, you are attempting to pur-swade me to turn over a new leaf by convincing me that I am a poor lonely soul you can save with the offer of what? Friendship? As if you ever could,” he snorted, sour and dismissive, “I’m the bad guy, Miss Ritchi. This is what I do and I do it very well.”
Guiding her out of the car, he added, “And we most certainly will NOT be repeating this,” it had been horrible and awkward and filled with uncomfortable questions, “You’ll have to satisfy your nosy reporter skills elsewhere.”
Megamind pulled up short, blinking down at the small child? a hand drawing up to his chest as he peered dow at her. Black cape pulled around him, the blue man rocked back on his heels, “My! Aren’t you interesting!”
“Megamind, Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy,” he boasted with a smirk, “And I’m deplorably bad, which is good. For the sake of bad.”
The child hugged his waist and looked up at him with those big eyes. “Are you a super hero?”
Megamind blinked at her, “Did… did you not catch the Master of Villainy part of the title?”
“I may be super, but that is SUPER VILLAIN!”
She put her arms up, wanting to be held. “You’re very silly! We both aliens! Do you has antenna? You got a beard!” She was pulling at his cheek. “Beardddd.”
“I’ve actually never met an alien with antenna,” Megamind frowned, but picked the girl up, “Do you have somewhere you’re supposed to be little cape thief?”
“Ha! Good thing too fuzz brain, you’d-” Syx grunted under her weight “-a horrible hero.”
“NOPE!” he shouted at the wall of fire appeared, “That is essential for the escape plan. Even if my damn tool went and got herself shot, I still need you,” he certainly wasn’t going to admit any sort of feelings toward the woman.
He blamed his biology. The sex had screwed everything up in his head. It was less that he’d stopped hating her and more that… he couldn’t picture his life without her a part of it. She was his now, for better or worse.
Tightening his arms around her side, Syx took a deep breath and readied himself, “Alright, buckle up and here we go!”
Dragging her with him, Syx took her good arm and wielded her finger like a gun, knowing full well that wasn’t how that worked but the guards didn’t. Pointing their hands at a hall to the side, he said, “Bang!”
“Ah, fuck you!” She spat out as he called her a tool. She wouldn’t dare admit to him that him dismissing her as something so low wounded her, and more than just her pride. That was easily ignored.. or at least for the most part. Damn it!! Why did things have to be so damn complicated.
She did her best to keep herself moving along with him, the blood from her wound trailing down her body, soaking her clothing that they had put her in. If she would have thought further on the actions they were doing, she probably would have laughed..
As it was, his exclamation was accompanied by a flurry of flames from their hands, though they didn’t burn him in the slightest. It was more difficult without her usual motions, took more concentration.. but it succeeded. The guards yelled out in fear, trying to use their mob shields to protect themselves.. only to have it burn. Emma kept the flames from burning the fools themselves, but it would at least keep them at bay.
It was far less that Syx thought of her as a tool, then it was to mask feelings he hardly wanted to acknowledge himself. The flash of hurt he smelled on her, he quickly tried to bury. There was no time to consider such things while they fought for their freedom.
With the guards distracted by the flames, he pulled her down another corridor. One free blocked gates. His inside man having done his job. Considering the high risk the officer took, Syx would have to compensate him well, his job and more would be lost if he was caught. With the way clear, they entered the office wing. With the ease of memory, he pulled them into the Warden’s office. He would know the way blindfolded.
“We have to be fast. This is going to burn this method in the future. Your bleeding everywhere will let Warden know we were here,” he complained as he dumped Lyn on the couch were daddy had read his stories when he was little. Reaching up he pulled loose the picture of the Metro City Lighthouse to reveal the hidden safe. Within was hidden an item that Warden had confiscated a decade ago. Warden didn’t think his son knew about the stash, but he did. Just saving it for an emergency.
“Keep an eye out,” he ordered as he started cracking the safe.
“The best company,” Syx agreed, humming at the kiss. He put on his own helmet, a custom built full face mask that when activated shimmered until it made the illusion of a normal sized head. It was a low intrusion camouflage, just so that they didn’t draw unwanted attention.
Revving the bike until it purred between their legs, Syx tore out of Evil Lair. The door activated and closed behind them as he turned the bike out towards the highway to leave the city. With a mad laugh, he sped, taking the turns low and steep. Enjoying the adrenaline of the ride and his mate’s arms around him.
Anna couldn’t help the delighted sound she made as they raced through the streets. She trusted him fully, knowing he had full control of the bike as they took the corners too fast and perhaps lower than anybody else would feel comfortable on. Herself? She adored it. She knew should anything happen, she would protect him, as she always would. She wasn’t sure how it was she knew her body was far more durable than other humans.. but she knew it to be true on instinct alone.
She kept a firm hold of him until they came to a stop, making a soft breathless sound of laughter as she took the helmet. She got off first, reaching up to ruffle her cropped hair back into place before smiling to him. “Step one complete,” She mused in a somewhat teasing manner, chuckling softly.
Swinging off the bike once he’d parked in the quiet secluded location in the wooded area, Syx took off his helmet and reached out to tussle his mate’s hair as well. Ever since their first ride together he’d adored her adrenaline loving nature, having someone to thrill with him over the speed and danger on high-speed travel was better than he’d imagined. His arms wrapped around her, his lips against her neck, he purred, “Dangerous tiger.”
Pulling back Syx wondered, “Am I even safe? taking this beast back to the forest?” he waggled his brows at her, a delightfully wicked grin spreading on his face. fingers hooking the edge of her pants, he pulled their hips together, “I’ll get eaten alive.”
Biting his lip, he danced back enough to start grabbing the stuff from the saddle bags. Tight leather covered ass in the air as he bent over, looking back over his shoulder at her, “My wild tiger.”
“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.”
Emma looked at the messages, quite literally hitting her head against the table she sat at, doing it a couple more times for good measure before she took in a deep breath. She had stood despite the odd look she was getting from her brother, having been hanging out with him for the first time in a while, leaving Caspian and Makena at home.
She pressed the phone to her ear as she called Syx, tired of the messaging back and forth that was getting them literally nowhere.
When his phone rung, Syx was sitting on the side of the road trying to build up his energy again. Staring at the phone in drunken confusion as it played music at him, he finally remembered to answer, “Ollo?”
“Hey, love,” she greeted, “Its Emma. Can you please be a bit clearer where the party was?” She prompted, her worry leaking into her voice
“And I’m double o six,” Syx laughed stupidly, “Woodridge, Anthony Woodridge. Yes… you can ride my wood, ladies,” his attempt at drunken seduction ended in a fix if giggles, “Fuck Em. Was Uncle Freddy’s kid Tom’s party. At his house. I… I rode my scooter there? I don’t know where my scooter is Em!”
Standing again and swaying on his feet, Syx looked both ways as if his scooter or the house would be visible. Neither were. Distressed, he continued, “Uhhhhh which way did I come from?”
Megamind pulled up short, blinking down at the small child? a hand drawing up to his chest as he peered dow at her. Black cape pulled around him, the blue man rocked back on his heels, “My! Aren’t you interesting!”
“Megamind, Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy,” he boasted with a smirk, “And I’m deplorably bad, which is good. For the sake of bad.”
The child hugged his waist and looked up at him with those big eyes. “Are you a super hero?”
Megamind blinked at her, “Did… did you not catch the Master of Villainy part of the title?”
Grumbling to himself about the idiots plaguing him in this city and the horrible sheeple that refuse to even begin to make sense, Syx sat on a fire escape smoking. Now with Anna in the lair, he was more embarrassed about his bad habit before. Even before he never smoked in the Evil Lair, just to avoid Minion’s nagging.
“That’s a bad habit you know~” Came a female voice from somewhere above. Before Syx could look up, a very large woman in something only a female Metro Man would/could wear and pull the look off, touched down beside him and sat down heavily with a sigh, legs stretched out and a slight lean back.
“That said, can I bum a ciggy?” She asks with a very Metro Man-like grin.
Jaw going slack as the hugely intimidating woman sunk down next to him, Syx stared openly. Green eyes bulging wide he looked her up and down, the cigarette nearly falling from his mouth, “You’re HUGE!”
Staggering up to his feet from his slouched position, he glossed over everything she said, waving off her smoking comment. He could hardly focus on something so trivial. Cigarette in hand he waved it about as he gestured at her, “Wonder Woman eat her socks off! Just look at you!”
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