Vixen, Lady Butterfly

The Goblin Kidnaps Vixen

The next day, Vixen was laying on a roof. She gasped as she tried to move.

"Wake up, little butterfly. Wake up," a voice said to her. "No, you're not dead yet. Just paralyzed, temporarily. You're an amazing creature, little butterfly. You and I are not so different."

"I'm not like you!" she glared. "You're a murderer!"

"Well, to each his own. I chose my path, you chose the way of the hero. And they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually, they will hate you. Why bother?" he shrugged.

"Because it's right," she said.

"Here's the real truth, my dear. There are eight million people in this city, and those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders," he said. "You, me - we're exceptional."

Norman grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"I could squash you like a bug right now, but I'm offering you the chance to join me! Imagine what we could accomplish together, what we could create," he grinned.

Vixen didn't say anything back.

"Or we could destroy, cause the deaths of countless innocents, the selfish battle, again and again and again and again!" he said as he let her go.

"I- I..." she whispered.

He then hopped on his glider.

"Think about it, sweetheart!" he shouted to her as he flew off.