Some Villains Actually Retire
There was no response to his question at first. The only noise around the disheveled old man were some orioles chirping by the nearby pond. A normal person would have never noticed such a sneaky foe. Cranshaw was not a normal person. He knew his past would catch up to him, but he expected it to be more…swift.
Consequences of Begging
"Please don't kill me. I slept with your wife!" Kahleed cried in desperation.
Anchor Face lowered his pistol, taken aback by such a strange claim. Especially for being what would have been his last words.
"Come again?"
"I slept with your wife. Don't kill me!"
Anchor Face shook his anvil shaped head. "Wait. You think I would spare you for sleeping with my wife?"
When A Villain Returns
She had been waiting for this moment. Craving the day she was ready to return. It had been 15 years to the day she vowed to return to the city. To have her revenge on her arch nemesis, Hector. To the people, he was Net Man, a hero who would stop at nothing to catch evil from hurting his city. To her, he was more than that. He was the reason for her existence.
Teacher
"Is this really necessary?" Pablo said, shaking his shackles in the back of the squad car.
"You know it is," the officer said, unwilling to take her eyes off the road. "We can't have anyone find out what you actually do."
"You know when I agreed to train your young heroes, I was hoping to actually enjoy the perks of being apart of Hero's Inc. Not still be considered a low-level villain that needed to be arrested from time to time."
"We needed to maintain your cover," she said, driving down a ramp to a bunker entrance.
No One is Bulletproof
"What do you mean you don't want to be a superhero?" Bill said.
"I mean I don't want to be a superhero. What is so hard to understand?" Lilly said, putting on her duty belt.
"You're bulletproof. You could do so much more with those talents than patrolling this beat. Not to mention a pay increase."
Mr. Chen’s Decision
“Alright Mr. Chen, just sign here,” Franz said, pushing the form across his desk.
Mr. Chen sat up in his seat and leaned over to read it. He picked up the pen and was about to sign his name when he stopped.
“No one will know about this? I can’t have this getting out,” Mr. Chen said.
Forbidden Friendship
The wind gusted, drying Lanney’s wet hair. Her soaked black trenchcoat with orange trim kept her light frame grounded, sinking her boots into the gravel at her feet. She looked out from the top of the building at the sunset over the city. A hawk swooped above her head and Sakari dropped in behind her, rolling onto the gravel. She wore a brown bomber jacket and was clutching a white towel in her red padded gloves.