Good vs Evil, Superhero vs Supervillain.
This is how is was.
Until she broke the definition of evil. Until he broke the definition of good. Until she snapped. Until he disappeared. Until she ran away.
Until they all had enough of their lives.
As the...
"A villain is just a victim whose story hasn't been told." - Chris Colfer
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Leslie smiled as she felt the mask meld into her skin, smiling at how much of a difference this mask was compared to her old one.
She peered down at her outfit, grabbing at the seemingly thin, but warm, fabric that seemed to be a second skin over her body.
Looking into the reflection of the vault door, she pulled at her neck, deciding against a cape. It's not like she needed it anyways.
She walked out the door, the darkness swallowing her up, making her nearly invisible to anyone that would look. Her long locks blew in the wind and she looked around the roof.
"Twerp, where ya' at?" Leslie called out into the darkness.
A burst of light came from the corner of the room and Leslie rolled her eyes. A figure laughed and she caught a bag that he threw at her.
"Did your parents ever teach you not to play with fire?" She asked, the figure coming closer to her.
She took in how his grey eyes flicked with pain at the mention of parents. Leslie flashed a smile, relishing in having the upper hand over him. She watched as his hands slowly turned red, flicks of bright red and orange fire rising off of it. The lights flickered onto his face, highlighting his bright orange hair.
"Let's just get this over with." Inferno grumbled.
She looked at his matching black outfit and smiled. "How's the suit?"
He brought a slight frown to his face, "flame retardant."
Leslie let out a giggle, remembering how he burned through his last suit- setting not only himself but a building on fire. She gripped her hands around he bag and took a peek, relishing in the green bills residing inside.
"Did you really design this on your own?" He asked, and she nodded. He shot her a look of surprise before reaching down to grab his own duffel bag.
They made their way toward the edge of the roof when Leslie felt a gust of wind pass behind her. She and Inferno cussed under their breaths.
"Don't you have other freaks to hang out with, Arachno Girl?" Synapse grumbled over her shoulder, glancing back at the cape-clad superhero.
The hero pushed up her glasses over her mask and glared at Synapse, subtly pushing out her chest.
"But I'll give you props on the cape," Leslie stalled, pushing her money filled duffel bag into Inferno's arms. She reached into Inferno's mind, communicating with him.
Take the money and leave, I'll hold her off.
Deal. Inferno responded, slowly slinking out of view and into the night as Synapse drew Arachno Girl's attention away from him.
Leslie walked away from the edge and circled around Arachno, sizing her up. She reached out and grasped a short frizzy curl, twisting it around her finger.
Arachno's dark red suit made the blue underneath her cape pop. Synapse noted that she could no longer hear Inferno's thoughts.
"Now, why would a superhero like you," She spat, "show up without backup?"
Synapse felt the hairs on the back of her head rise, a paranoid feeling of being watched flooding her senses.
She felt the gust of wind again, smiling as a long ponytail whipped her face. Shifting her gaze, she noticed the subtle lightning bolts that sparked up against the white suit in the moonlight.
"Ah, of course. Her shadow." Synapse sneered at the muscular girl.
"Shove it, psychic." Gone Gal spat back, eyeing her attire. Synapse smiled, Gone's thoughts conflicting her confident stature- or maybe it was Arachno's, but honestly Leslie couldn't give a f-
"Where's the money, scumbag."
Leslie looked around, searching for something in mock confusion, before letting a laugh bubble out of her throat. She pointed down toward the gravel layered roof. " I believe we are standing on a bank, correct?"
Gone Gal growled in anger, showing her frustration with her. Finally having enough of Synapse's bullshit, took a frantic swing at her face. Expecting this, Leslie had no issue reaching into her mind, pulling her mind strings like a marionette to lower her fist.
"It'll be easier if you just tell us where it is." Arachno spoke up, her voice slightly faltering under Synapse's cocky smile.
"Tsk, tsk," Leslie cooed, shaking her head at the two heroes in front of her, " it's probably somewhere other than the bank, so why are you wasting your time here with me?"
Arachno sighed and elbowed Gone, giving recognition that Synapse was correct, and in a flash they disappeared.
Finally taking time to herself she unwrapped the cape from her hidden back pocket.
I fucking love this suit. Best. Idea. Ever.
Unfolding it she clasped it around her neck, savoring the feeling of the silky fabric billowing behind her as she looked down at the moonlit city.
Kinda like Batman
Leslie laughed out loud before realizing that she didn't think that. Her laughter halted and she walked around the flat roof, looking for the source of the thought.
As she turned behind a large air conditioning unit, the air seemed to waver- like gas was coming out. Disoriented for a moment, she stepped back and blinked.
Her mouth dropped, but she was quick to recover as she saw dark blue eyes between a mask.
Leslie hid her surprise with a lazy grin as she surveyed his outfit, ignoring how the tight suit accented his muscles. It strikes her as odd that his outfit was just different shades of grey- not the typical red, white, and blue attire that the groups of heroes usually wore.
She noticed his dark hair, and how he rubbed his nose- almost like pushing up glasses. She felt an irk of familiarity, but threw it down as a paranoid thought.
"So, am I under arrest, officer?" Synapse started with a smile.
