The sound of the doorbell startled Villain. Not because they were easily startled but because they hadn’t heard it in so long that they forgot the obnoxious sound it made. No one in their right mind would ring at the highly fortified lair of the citys villain anyway so they didn’t bother to change it. But now someone did.
They looked up from the paperwork they were currently trying to make sense of when Henchman entered the office with a trembling, cowering figure trailing behind them. Villain raised their eyebrows in confusion.
“What is it?” Henchman looked uncomfortable but not alert so Villain didn’t raise their guards. “You have a visitor.” Villains confusion grew by the second. “I do not do ‘visitors’.” After a closer look they decided Henchman wasn’t uncomfortable. They were angry. What in all hells was going on?
“It’s Civillain.”
By that, Villain finally alert, rose from their chair. “Hero’s lover? What? Why did you let them in? This could be a trap!” Villains mind already raced with the countless possible ways this evening could go horribly wrong. Hero wasn’t known for mercy when it came to the villains in their city as they called it. Even if Villain could hold their own in a fight, which they proved a number of times, Henchman and the others would be caught in the crossfire.
“I-It’s not a trap.” The small shivering noise made Villain look at Civillian for the first time they entered the room. They didn’t look like Villain expected from the Hero’s lover. They looked small. Weak. Beaten. Villain forced their body to untense. This didn’t look like a trap. “Then what do you want?”
As if on cue Civillian made some steps towards them and finally lifted their head to meet Villain’s gaze. A fresh bruise covered nearly half of their face and as Villain glanced at Civillians neck they could see dots of green and purple telling a story Villain saw countless times before.
When Civillian spoke again their voice was pleading.
“Could you hold me hostage? Please.”