Beyond Super II (Male Violet x Reader)

Chapter 2: Unveiling Opportunities

"Superheroes, including Frozone, Mr. Incredible, and Elastigirl, caused further damage to the city. The Underminer remains at large," a news reporter stated, her voice carrying the weight of the city's collective frustration and disappointment. The screen showed scenes of chaos and destruction, streets torn apart by the battle, and the lingering smoke from the Underminer's drill.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit interrogation room, Bob and Helen Parr found themselves facing two stern-faced cops. The air was thick with tension, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the walls.

"We didn't start this fight!" Bob yelled, his frustration boiling over.

"Well, you didn't finish it either!" one cop shot back, his voice filled with accusation.

"Did you stop the Underminer from inflicting more damage?" the other cop asked, his tone icy and methodical.

"No," Bob admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"Did you stop him from robbing the banks?" the cop pressed on.

"No," Bob repeated, the word feeling heavier each time he said it.

"Did you catch him?"

"No."

"The banks were insured. We have infrastructure in place to deal with these matters. If you had simply done nothing...everything would now be proceeding in an orderly fashion!"

The two cops stood up, their chairs scraping loudly against the tiled floor, and started walking out of the room. Bob's eyes followed them, a mix of disbelief and anger in his expression.

"You'd have preferred we do nothing?" Bob asked incredulously, his voice echoing slightly in the now quiet room.

"Without a doubt," one of the cops replied without hesitation, not even looking back.

As they exited, they passed Rick Dicker, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, observing the exchange. His face was a mask of concern and regret. Bob turned to him, frustration still evident.

"Well, you were no help," Bob grumbled, feeling the weight of their failed efforts pressing down on him.

Rick sighed, his expression somber. "You want out of the hole, first you gotta put down the shovel."

Later, the Parr family sat silently in a car being driven to their temporary lodging. The mood was somber, the earlier adrenaline now replaced by a heavy sense of defeat. The cityscape outside blurred past them, a stark contrast to the stillness inside the car.

"Well, that went poorly," Bob finally said, breaking the silence, his voice filled with resignation.

The van pulled up to a run-down motel, and the family stepped out. Bob walked over to the passenger side window where Rick was seated, while the rest of the family stood nearby, uncertainty etched on their faces.

"Bob, Helen, a word if you don't mind. Uh...the program's been shut down," he informed them, his tone heavy with the finality of the news.

"What?" Helen's voice cracked with disbelief.

"Politicians don't understand people who do good simply because it's right. It makes them nervous. They've been gunning for Supers for years. Today was all they needed. Anyway...I'm done. I'm afraid two more weeks in the motel is the best I can do for ya. It ain't much..."

"You've done plenty, Rick," Helen said, stepping forward to hug him, her gratitude sincere.

"We won't forget," Bob added, shaking Rick's hand firmly.