The Logical Exception

{ Chapter 2 - Project Creativity }

Logan shot awake as the limo lurched to a halt in front of his mansion. Overusing his powers always tired him out, and he never used his powers more than when he was fighting Anxiety and Morality. He could have found another way to hide his identity, but he found masks cumbersome and makeup ineffective. There was the danger of him being knocked unconscious and his powers slipping, but if he were knocked unconscious in a battle he would have more to worry about then just his identity.

"Thank you for the ride." He said in his usual monotone voice before slipping out of the car. His parents were most likely waiting for him to make sure he had completed the job properly. He couldn't blame them for their micromanagement, though, as they continued to send him on harder and harder jobs, Logan was beginning to wonder if they were attempting to finish him off in their own special way.

Walking through the door he immediately felt his power drain. Sure enough, there was his dad on the first floor, eyes glowing black. It was strange to look into them and feel as if there was some form of light coming from them even though they sucked everything in.

"Do you really believe that is necessary, father?" He asked, walking forward, pulling one of the vials out of his pocket. Every time this happened it was strange, missing his powers was like missing a part of him. It was an emptiness he could not explain.

"After what you did, I do indeed believe it is."

Logan sighed, walking up the stairs to hand the vile to his father. "Might I remind you, that was the mistake of a child over 17 years ago."

As his father went to grab the vial, he also grabbed Logan by the shoulder, his fingers sinking into Logan's already sore back. "Child or not you destroyed our greatest weapon. So, watch your tone, remember, we can have you taken out at any time."

Adjusting his glasses Logan looked his father square in the eyes. "Considering you see me as an asset, you have no reason to get rid of me until my benefits are outweighed by my costs, and I will be aware of that day long before you are." Logan didn't attempt to pull away from his father.

The two just stared at each other before he shoved Logan away, the bespectacled man barely catching himself on the railing. The older man stormed off towards the entrance to their lair. He steeled his face and walked to his room, knowing his powers had returned the minute his father was no longer looking at him. Using his powers was draining, but having them taken from you and then snapped back into your body was excruciating. His already sore body could barely handle the pain.

Through gritted teeth he manually opened his door, opting for as little use of his powers while he was still in pain. His fingers hesitated on the lock, deciding his next course of action. Sleep would be best for him. However, he thrived within consistency, so Logan walked over to his computer and began the boot-up sequence. His chair was unforgiving as he sat down, wincing at the sudden contact of his bruised back against rigid plastic. Would the two heroes worry about him if they knew that he didn't have their healing factor? Did they forget about it considering morality's power? Logan allowed his mind to wander down that proverbial rabbit hole until he heard the familiar, "Welcome home Sherlock."

"Watson, please pull up the creativity project."

"Of course, please verify the passphrase."

Logan closed his eyes, rubbing his face with his hand before straightening himself up. "A King is nothing, without those whom he serves."

"Passphrase accepted. Here are the files you asked for." Logan leaned forward to look at the screen. Each day, no matter what he was returning from, his first task was to check up on the creativity twins. They were both impetuous and heedless, having a complete lack of subtlety, and Logan needed them safe and free. Checking up on them was a matter of maintaining his sanity. Everything he had worked for would fall apart if the two of them got themselves caught.

There were times when Logan considered capturing them, locking them away somewhere. It would be easier to monitor them, but it was unnecessary. As long as they were safe, he would hold off for the time being.

Logan's screen lit up with a video from earlier today, found in off of an ATM security camera. It looked like a simple mugging, The Duke took down the mugger while Prince began talking to the woman, apparently calming her down. Logan yawned as he watched, fighting back sleep as he again leaned back in his chair, only to wince once again. He had a few more things to do before he could go to sleep.

It seemed as if no one other than the mugger and the girl knew of their activities. Logan began to delete the section of tape that had the creativity twins. "I don't understand how the two of you continue to be so reckless. I am lucky you have not been caught." He whispered to himself, scrubbing the last of the video. It was only a matter of time, and Logan feared he did not have enough of it. "What am I going to do with you two?" He whispered to himself, closing the files once again and opening something different. There was a thought that had crossed his mind during his fight with Anxiety and Morality, something had been off. Anxiety's movements were sluggish and Morality hadn't been as focused. Had losing the twins really affected them that much?

He shouldn't be surprised, but there was something more. The most logical thing that could be wrong was finances. Stupidly enough, all four of them had lived together. With two of them missing, it was probably hard on them financially.

"Come now Virgil, where do you and Patton keep your funds." It wouldn't be too hard to hack into the accounts to check on their bank records if he knew what banks they used. Logan had spent plenty of time learning who the two of them were. Patton had been easy, he worked at the coffee shop next to his university. Virgil had been a bit harder, but once he realized all four of them had lived together it was a lot easier to fit the pieces together.

Virgil's account balance was in the single digits. "How are you supposed to defeat me if you are not taking care of yourself?" Changing Virgil's account balance wouldn't do any good. Virgil was extremely cautious and occasionally paranoid. Logan would have to make plans for the next time that they fought against each other. He stored the thought in his mind, fearing the repercussions if his notes were ever to be found.

He had a plan to assist Virgil, now, what was going on with Patton?

AN: Ohh mystery is afoot. Tell me your thoughts on Logan and his interest in the creativity twins.