The Villain With a Heart

Chapter two; The rain dance

    His eyes opened to a blurry clock and to much light of his disliking currently in the room. Silver put his glasses on to read the clock on the nightstand by the bed which consisted of a lamp, alarm clock, phone + phone charger, glasses and glasses case, along with.. A piece of paper? The man checked the clock "6:32 AM" too early. He had only slept for 6 hours after his oh so beloved Hotbur kept him up half the night. The moment his eyes would even start to shut the asshole would smack him, snap at him, grab his light sabers and turn them on to mess with them, or literally kneel on him to inflict pain as to keep him awake. Then Silver found out this bastard kept him up all night just to say "morning" in a way to happy tone at 12 am, along with a smile the bitch wouldn't get rid of. Hotbur proceeded to keep him up for another thirty or so minutes more just to mess with him. Now he was sleep deprived thanks to that little shit. But the moment Silver went to take off his glasses he noticed the paper on the nightstand. He hadn't put a paper there before, had he? The half asleep man grabbed it, opening it to read really shitty hand writing (obviously on purpose or just written really fast.) Reading; "Fuck you ♡♡" it had a middle finger drawn on it as well. And, of course, to his 'grateful' surprise, a penis drawn on there as well. His eyes drew down the note to more writing "sleep well bitch boy >:]" he recognized that smile anywhere. He had a good idea of who wrote this but it continued, "~ Love your favorite slut~♡♡♡" of course. He was right, Hotbur just had to write him a message for in the morning. This wasn't a frequent thing that happened between the villains, but it had happened once or twice. Once he found a note for him on his desk, another on the fridge only about a month later after he was forgetting about the first. Honestly there were probably more but he couldn't remember right now. And yet again, another letter, just this time it was on his night stand. Just as he was closing it he saw more scribbles. What else could this pesty shit have to say? "P.S. You're cute sleeping ;]" what the- it was to early for this. He closed the note, setting it back on the nightstand along with his glasses. It only took a few seconds for the sleep deprived man to pass out again.

    Once again the man was tortured with the burden of waking up. This time when he check the clock it read "2:46 PM" Wait did he actually sleep that late? Wow. Well he was starving so no matter how much he didn't want to, the man dragged himself out of bed. Stopping in the bathroom first, getting changed, putting on his glasses and cochlear, brushing his teeth, and chugging a glass of water, to then go downstairs and make eggs for breakfast. One of the first things he noticed upon being downstairs was.. How quiet and empty the house was. Even the dog was missing. Had everyone gone out as their villains selves? That wouldn't make much sense.. Sense the whole Arrow incident the four of them have been laying low for the past few days. Maybe they were still sleeping, the three of them all had shit sleep schedules anyways, either way he wanted breakfast. Silver grabbed 3 three eggs from the fridge along with bacon and bread. It didn't take surprisingly long for the man to make a whole breakfast for himself and to eat it.

    By now it's been just over an hour with the clean up and everything but still, no sign of anyone else. If almost on que there was a bang, as if metal against.. Concrete? More like a clatter but still. It was followed with laughs, screams, and the sound of more metal. What was going on? It was still raining so where on earth did that come from. There was a happier yell, as if a muffled "whoo!" and.. Did he just hear someone scream "anarchy"? Wait. That was coming from.. Were the others outside in the rain!? The man walked to the front door and looked out, sure as fuck he saw a Scott wearing an oversized hoodie making it look like they weren't wearing pants (even if they weren't Silver couldn't tell right now) slashing in puddles, a Mac with muddy clothes, a soaked and almost traumatized looking Dixie hiding just out of reach from the rain, and. Hotbur. Holding.. A fucking sword. Where the hell did he get a sword. Why the fuck did they even have a sword out in the rain!? Hotbur was holding it up in the air once again yelling "ANARCHY!!" with the other two following along. "DOWN WITH THE GOVERNMENT!" The three of them yelled almost in sync. All three of them were drenched from the rain.