"An Angel's Madness" (Heroic x Reader x Villainous)

Chapter 14: Emotion | H

„Well that's not creepy at all.." the newly-declared blueprinter commented to no-one in particular and changed into Black Hat's trademark colored clothes. She opted for a loose shirt and comfy dress-shorts and lied on the bed.
„Should I thank Black Hat?..."
That was the first question that came to mind. Would he appreciate it? Or does that clarify as disgusting kindness? Crap.
Her life depended on understanding Black Hat logic.
HOW DOES ONE DO THAT? Starting from the thought, many scenarios unravelled from her mind. Good Scenarios, in which he
just said something like „It was nothing", Strange scenarios in which he sounded a lot like a tsundere anime female and plain nightmarish scenarios, in which she got hellish punishment for wasting his time with these pleasentries.
Ok, (Y/n) think. He does like to be treated with respect by his lackeys. (Understatement of the frickin' Century!!)
One way or the other, it was clear Black Hat prompted this. I mean, who else would have such a plethora of different clothing? Flug surely not. 505 does not need any (well except for the questionable maid suit.) And Demencia? Maybe. But she sure as well did not have male boxershorts (and this big of a size). (Y/n) hoped.
The girl's best guess was, that this were old clothing that once belonged to BH's victims...
A chill ran up (Y/n)s back as the (h/c)ette now looked at her new clothes in a new light. But what did she expect? This was not a game.
She worked for the greatest villain of all time now.
She would have to get used to this.
(Y/n)'a chipped fingernails bore into the mattress and she gulped.
The girl sat there for a very long time, getting lost in the depths of her own mind, still trying to comprehend the extend of this new situation. It was only when a demanding knock made itself heard on her door, that her eyes snapped open.
"Come in"
It was not like she could deny the guest,whoever it was. (Y/n) was on the end of the picking chain now. In came Flug, again holding a clipboard in one gloved hand and a futuristic pistol in the other. His clothing was torn up and tere were scratches everywhere. What confused (Y/n) the most however was the mysterious red tint to his paperbag and the frustrated aura he seemed to emit.
„I see you made yourself at home." He uttered seemingly with disinterest. This bed was better than his! How did this happen? This used to be one of the most down-trodden places...
„Yeah.." (Y/n) did not really know what to answer to that. Small-talk was never her forte. And Flug did not seem like the person for it either.
„Anyway. I am here to check up on you. Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?" With every word his hostile mood seemed to calm itself a bit down. Flug was not really friendly per se, but he did not look like he would perfer to shoot her. Not anymore.
It was (Y/n)'s turn to turn red and stuttery. „Well...There is a wound in a very particular shape. But...you see...it's...in a rather....private..spot"
Flug blinked completely dumbfounded.
The flower had actually left a mark?! How the hell? He could still remember vividly when it rooted itself on him. There had been nothing. Besides emotional scarring of course.
He had to examine this! Take tests! Where did he put that damn scalpel? He could imagine the praise he would get for this already.
It took a second for his scientific brain to process the second part of what the blue printer had said.
Oh.
(Y/n) watched with worry in her eyes as the ambitious and happy glint in his goggles disappeared. „Doc? Are you alright? I-I'm sorry." As If on cue, Flugs paperbag turned completely and utterly red to match (Y/n)s cheeks.
To be honest, Flug did not mind the fact he would have to examine "a private spot" on a lady. He was a villain and it was for science after all. But if Demencia learnt of this..........
Yeah no.
Not in a million years.
He took a second to eye the girls posture, still wet (h/c) hair that let little clear droplets fall onto her bare (s/c) shoulders. She didn't seem so strange now. „No.It's...alright." As he spoke, he looked like his words surprised himself. He was fully aware that he had just said goodbye to his potential new discovery and the sentence rolling off his tongue felt so very foreign. When was the last time things were alright? Only when he was with 505 did he really feel like that.
„Oh...Thank you." She offered him a bright smile, that for some reason reaaalllly did not help to calm his reddened paperbag. She was just beeing nice and polite (maybe it was a strategy to stay alive ) but for Flug it was special. It had been a while since he last heard this words directed to him and not his boss after all.
„Oh it's no problem at all little lady!" He had straightened his posture subconsciously and gave her a proud thumbs-up.
(Y/n) blushed a little when he called her that. Maybe it was the lack of sleep but she felt happy. This felt like her wary, worn-out dream to talk with the Villainous had come true. For a second it seemed easy to forget that she missed the heroic.

And the heroic missed her. White Hat had ordered that the recuperation of their friend should be their highest priority and urged Slug to create a plan.606 and Clemencia had taken up to training day and night to match the brute force of Black Hat.org. The lord himself spent hours locked in his office doing god knows what. The glum atmosphere basically flooded out of White's office. He blamed himself heavily for getting his new employee captured. If only he had properly warned her, or asked her to hide! He could have trained her, or even mentioned the regular attacks and how to deal with them in her job description. Or he should have never hired her! Now she was probably dead because of him! Or something worse than death, after all he was very well aware of the stuff his brother was capable of.
(Y/n) always seemed like the innocence in person, even if she didn't like to show it. The way the sun reflected on her (h/c) hair while she smiled reminded him of a halo and her story and experience with Black Hat adds felt special to the eldritch.
He would never damit it, but he knew him and Black Hat were similar. Too similar than he would have ever liked. If Black Hat had gone to that ends to get the girl...
Well no matter, he was going to get her or whatever remained of her back and he was going to fix her if necessary.