Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI

My cold heart.

Wilbur gripped the steering wheel.

This time he wasn't mad.

He was delighted.

Tommy, Prometheus, His baby, his sunshine was in his house.

How could he not be?

Some part of him felt sad thought that he wasn't with his baby right now, his instincts screaming at him to wrap him in his arms and never let him go.

But that would have to wait. 

Because someone had hurt his sunshine. The bruise on his face confirmed that.

That made him angry, that made his blood boil. The tears that had fallen from Tommy's face may have as well burned his skin. The person who punched them may as well punched him.

The pain of it hurt Wilbur just the same, if not more.

And no one hurt his sunshine. No one had the right.

He pulled out a picture of Tommy and Him he had taken so long ago on one of their many outings.

It was a nice photo, he had his arm around Tommy as the boy grinned up at him not even looking at the camera but looking at Wilbur. His eyes filled with admiration and love he looked at him and Wilbur looked right back at him with an even more love filled stare.

He wanted for Tommy to always look at him like that, with those eyes so young yet had seen so much.

He was scared when he learned Tommy was Prometheus.

But in some ways he was elated.

When he had first seen Prometheus, the name took up every headline his art was admired all around. He was still in grief about Niki and her condition, she was such a valued member of the Syndicate and it was his fault she was like this. 

But Prometheus served as an escape for that sadness, an anti-hero? No one had even heard of such a thing. He actively hated the heroes and was public about it, he didn't hide in shame like vigilantes but shone out.

Wilbur became obsessed with the idea of him.

So when he saw Vulcan and him fighting right on his patrol as Muse, he had to watch. Prometheus was winning his ability of fire was stronger than Vulcan's and his relentless taunts didn't fail to make Wilbur grin. But a fireball was thrown when he knocked Vulcan down, it was a filthy move.

Prometheus was being defeated, he couldn't have that.

He stepped in the battle, swiftly beating Vulcan and focusing on his anti-hero.

Wilbur hadn't known then but he also met his Tommy then too.

And soon after that he met Tommy, civilian Tommy and he found his new obsession.

He hadn't cared for.. what was his name? Orion? Purple? He hadn't cared for his death only but he had cared about his sunshine so he payed his respects accordingly.

So what if he smiled secretly knowing he would hate the heroes even more now? He still held him when his friends didn't.

His friends. The reminder made his blood boil, he shoved the picture in his pocket and started driving. He stared at his glove box knowing it had a knife in it but he shook away the thought.

He knew things worse than death.

And these people deserved it.

He didn't speed down the streets, he was rational, forming his plan in his head as he drove through the districts.