(Old Version) Hopelessly Heroic

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"Really, Willow? Third time this month I've caught you here. If I didn't know better, I'd say you wanted me to find you."

Upon hearing my voice, Willow turned to me, easy smile on her face. She took a few steps forward just so she could lean on the door frame. Judging by her relaxed posture, she wasn't about to attack, so I took the opportunity to look around. I had been in her 'lair' multiple times, and it never got less impressive.

She had cameras set up seemingly all over the city, and had many monitors showing her the live feed. There were also cameras I could see inside her hideout, watching us, but if they were being shown on screens somewhere, they weren't in this room.

Willow, always searching for a chance to impress, had many gadgets laying around. They appeared to be placed randomly, maybe even tossed aside whenever Willow was done with them, but they looked far too expensive for that sort of treatment. I had an urge to pick everything up for her, but for obvious reasons, I resisted.

Despite all the toys she could use, Willow mainly relied on her fire and strength during fights. I had seen other villains using things I had seen on Willow's floor first, so I wondered if she made them just for other people to use.

Along with cameras and tools and weapons, she also had clothes thrown around. Mostly, there were garments from her various costumes, but there were also some normal clothes. I could see a pair of jeans on a chair, and, if I squinted, there was a red bra halfway under the bed.

Because of all the clutter (and the bed, fridge, and clothes), I had to assume she spent a lot of time in her hideout. If I was having trouble finding her, I always came here. More often then not, this is where she'd be.

"Aw, Junie. Of course I want you to find me," She purred, leaning her head back just enough to expose her collarbones enticingly. I found myself staring. "You're the only thing that brings me pleasure these days."

"Maybe that's because your idea of fun is burning down buildings." I tutted, kicking a shirt out of my way as I sauntered over to her.

"Maybe that's just 'cause I want to make you hot." She said, eyes turning dark as she brought one hand up to show off some (irritatingly impressive) flames.

"I'm sure you could find better ways to make me sweat." I said, close enough to her now that I could whisper.

She hummed in response, keeping her eyes trained on me distrustfully, flirty grin still present.

"So," I started, mimicking her stance as I leaned against the wall in front of her, "Three car pile-up? That's not very nice."

She reached out and I immediately tensed, making her grin, but all she did was take my hand. Our relationship was definitely odd. I was so used to our flirting and banter that it seemed totally normal to me, and whenever another Super witnessed it, it became this huge conversation about fraternizing with the enemies. I wasn't fraternizing - I was scheming! Willow and I weren't even dating. That would be illegal.

"You know they deserved it, June." She said, smile falling off her face.

"Maybe, but causing car accidents when innocent people could get hurt is not the answer." I scolded. "Violence is never a good option."

She laughed, using her free hand to reach up and pull down the collar of her costume, showing off a large and ugly scar. "Yeah? Then what's this?"

I winced, looking away from her. "That was a mistake."

It was. I hadn't meant to cut her; I had been reaching for her to restrain her, but I had forgotten that I had a knife in my hand. I hated remembering that day, because she had looked so hurt- Not just physically. I had told her one of the first times we met that I wouldn't hurt her unless I had to, and in that moment, she had given me no reason, and she had looked so betrayed behind her mask that I almost cried.