Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 22: Politics and Consequences

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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"So tell me Bal-"

"Saitama," our hero cut him off.

"Alright, Mr. Saitama" the man responded calmly

He wore a dark blue suit and black tie. Square glasses and hair whitening on the side of his head. He had his elbow on the table, leaning forwards near the hero.

"Lets recap... what you did just the other day cost millions of dollars of damages and had endangered the citizens..." he relayed the crime.

"Sorry..." Saitama scratched his head and shoulders fell

Bam!

He slammed the table and stood up fast. Turned around, his back facing the bald man.

"Sorry isn't going to fix this." he spoke firmly.

"Your reckless actions caused wide panic and concern. Not just the masses, but it included the other super humans as well" he said, voice deed and serious.

He looked back over his shoulders. The bald man had a dead expression. Silent and observing him. No reaction nor care for the things he was saying.

"You seem to not care much but it tipped off the precarious boulder perched on the cliff." he said while walking back and fort.

"The fragile balance that was the normal citizens and to the super powered ones."

The hum of the light above cuts in-between the silence. The room was empty beside whats infront of the men.

"So... Im going to jail then?" Saitama asked politely.

The room has dark and only the lamp light above them illuminate the center of the table.

"Jail isn't your only concern. The citizen of America, no... the world demanded action to be taken."

"Did my boss tell you anything? I was suppose to report to him. He he..." the hero nervously laughed.

The man held his fore head with a hand.

"I spoke to him, made proposals and went with this." he got close.

flap

The man placed white folder. A large "Classified" was stamped across it diagonally.

Flip flip

"A stadium?" he asked tilting his head.

"Styx..."

---Flashback---

Bam!

Calloused hands slammed on the table. Eyes wide and face stoic.

"Cecil, this isn't a joke! The country is demanding action. We can't simply push this under the rug like we did with the rest of the heroes."

"If I could make jokes, I would've careered as a comedian instead, Commissioner." Cecil replied with the said stoic expression.

"What do you propose we do then? That hero of yours done more damage than he is even aware of."

"Then put him underwater."

"Drown him?!" he raised his voice.

He was sure it would upset the superhuman community if he ever did that.