Sidekick

Markus

I heard the villain start to sniffle once he left the room. I couldn't tell if he was crying or not, but it hurt. I knew I had my sanity after two months here, but it hurt to know someone so evil and powerful is so alone and broken. At first, I cried knowing they wouldn't come for me, then it was because I hurt for him.

"Hey, allergies are a bitch huh." I called as I walked into the kitchen, my plate and drink in hand. My wine was still mostly full as I made my way to the tall man.

"Oh, um. Yeah, they are." He focused on the dish in his hand as his shirt sleeves were rolled up and nearly elbow deep in soap. His black hair was tied into a loose ponytail along his back.

"Here, I finished everything." I hummed as I placed the plate next to him on the counter. My hands quickly moved to his hair and fixed the ponytail.

"Thank you. I couldn't reach it." He lifted his hands up slightly to show me the soap covered arms. I let out a laugh as I leaned my head on his shoulder and watched him clean. My arms snaked around his waist as I watched, resting on his hips.

"I want to stay. I want to stay here and stay with you. I would like to go downstairs and see the outside world. Maybe tell my sister and brother I'm alive so they would stop worrying. Out of everything in this world, when I got kidnapped last few times, they would go nuts looking for me." I explained while I traced my hands up and down his torso. I could hear his breath shutter as I did that. I knew I was falling for the villain.

"They look for you? Are they heroes? Or superhumans?" Lucifer asked his hands, wrapping a towel to dry the dishes.

"No, I got the family curse of chains. We call it chain seeking, when we are born, we have the cuffs on our wrists, when we grow up chains get added, ten at a time. When I was ten that's when the attachments started." I began, waiting for him to recognize my spacing for questions.

"I'm assuming the pause is for questioning. Well in that case, mind explaining the attachments?" Lucifer turned after drying his hands. His eyes focused on mine as I started to sway, my hands tucked into his back pockets.

"They are trinkets, little items we attach to our chains. We can interchange them, but I love my battle axes. I made them just for my chains. I have some sledgehammers and a few blades I modified to magnetically charge when I need them and have them fly to my side once chains are attached." I explained while we listened to the music playing off his phone.

"Your work engineering for heroes, you forged weapons for your own superpowers, and you can still do so much more. What can't you do?" Lucifer ran his hand through my hair, a common show of endearment in the past few months. He did it to calm me down some days, or to prop me into a conversation.

"I can't cook. I've burnt everything I've ever tried to make, even toast. I broke the toaster in that process, it blew up. I also can't do math if that helps." I admitted as we continued to slow dance in the kitchen.

It's weird to know that I was the one to start to be open towards the villain. How he went from homicide and anger to slow dancing in the kitchen to his favorite song with the hero's sidekick. How I made him domestic and ironically, romantic.

"It's fine, I'll keep doing the cooking. I think it's cool you have such a special superpower. If I ever need math, I'm sure my phone can do the work, my dear." Lucifer commented. His eyes were clothes while I rested my head on his chest. It was a small movement, a short time, but to us, it lasted for centuries.

My villain and I were sedated into a world of rose gold and embers brighter than the sun. The curtains were lifting into reality, and we helped anchor them. If I had to go back to anytime, this domestic moment would be chosen a million times.