Chapter 2 - Inquiries and Curiosities

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Dr.Flug POV

Dr. Flug didn't usually take interest in common people. Heroes were interesting for tests or feeding Dementia, villains for Blackhat's organization and the occasional evil scientist to assist his inventing and experiments. However, y/n didn't seem to be a normal individual. She had dodged his security system and personal blast. Granted, the trap in the yard could be dodged by any hero worth their salt is able to avoid that and his shot had not been his finest example of aim. Her jumping ability though. That was certainly unnatural. Using his security cameras and the name she's said was hers, he used some of his free time to run a search for anything about her. What he found was surprisingly minimal. Usually people her age would likely have a bigger footprint online. The most he found was a gymnastics report from some competition. But a middle school article really isn't much. It was clearly her though. While he was searching he felt an ominous presence behind him, and almost immediately he squeaked when Blackhat appeared behind him.

"B-Blackhat, sir!" He backed into the counter of a lab table, easily startled when he got waist deep in these searches online.

"Flug, why are you wasting time researching some girl?" He asked in agitation, seeing the image of the girl on the computer screen.

"S-she...um...she jumped over that gate, sir." He knew better than to lie to Blackhat when he could avoid it. The man could sense a lie from afar and if it wasn't necessary then he didn't want to.

"She jumped the fence? Then she should be in dementia's stomach by now. I don't appreciate mortal scum crawling over my property." He growled lowly, eyes narrowing. Flug shook his head though, pulling up his security files to show the footage. "No, sir, she literally jumped the fence." Blackhat frowned and watches the footage, brow furrowed. "Go back, right when she jumps the second time." Flug did as he was told, pausing the footage and frowned, seeing now what Blackhat had. "A branding." Flug took the image and blew it up, eyes widening. There on her ankle had been burned on the mark of MedicMan. "Well..isn't that interesting." Blackhat smirked widely and stood up straight.

"Flug, find this girl and get more information on her." The doctor nodded his understanding, looking back at the image of y/n on the screen as Blackhat disappeared. This was very strange, and he had his own faint smile as the scientific interest took him. He wanted answers too, and he'd get them.

Reader POV

It was Friday and that meant i went to see Professor Rockmon. Every Friday I went to see him, as he had requested I do so to keep up social skills. I both struggled, but I tried to anyway to keep us both a little bit more sane.

"So you almost got shot, hm? Why am I not surprised.." he stated it more than asked, taking a sip at his coffee he held.

"Not my fault, I was just helping out some kids..besides, I can handle being shot." I tried to play it off to calm the other, knowing that he was more invested in my health than myself. He might as well be my father with how much he worried.

"I don't think being hit by a laser that melts solid concrete is something you would just recover from. A bullet is one thing. I've pulled enough from you to know that." He had to chuckle a little at the ridiculousness of that, especially since he'd seen many people die by such a regular thing as a gun.

"True, True...Hey, does the name Blackhat mean anything to you?" I had to ask, since he'd been involved with a hero, surely he'd know something.

He paused, looking at me over the rim of his cup and frowned faintly. "Y/n...some things are better left alone...but I know you'll try to find it yourself, so yes. Blackhat is a name most heroes know well by now. He's a retired villain that runs a company providing services to other villains. Likely out of boredom if I'm understanding correctly. I would not recommend getting involved with him."

I looked at him quietly, mulling the information over and eventually nodded, scratching at my neck. "You're probably right. Last thing I need is to get a bunch of heroes with narcissistic qualities on my back." I saw him watching me and stopped scratching, puffing out a breath. "I can't help it. At least I keep my nails shorter now."

"I know," he responded, adjusting his glasses. "I know, I just worry. You've only been stable for a year at most. I don't want you to put yourself at risk. Promise me you'll keep a routine." He sounded concerned, and for good reason. He knew exactly what happened four years ago and he didn't want it to happen again. For my own sake.

"I promise Warren, I'll take care of myself." He seemed satisfied with this and the meeting continued as usual, with us playing a game or two until I went home, taking the longer walk just to fill the time. Once I arrived home though, that same shuddering feeling of disturbance returned. I searched the hallway and stairs before going up, inspecting each door for disturbance. It was unneeded however, for there outside my door was an envelope with a wax seal on it. I frowned and picked it up, looking at the black wax and the hat impression pressed into it. I cracked it open and withdrew the letter, going into my apartment with an unsettled feeling.

'Greetings,

Y/n, this is Dr. Flug. I hope you're not too upset that I found your apartment. Lord Blackhat has asked me to find you and reach out to you for the organization. We'd like to know a little more about you, and if you'd be willing, it would be great if you could come back by the manor some time so we could talk. You don't need to call ahead or anything, just show up and we can have a chat.

See you soon!'

'Well..don't see this everyday.' I thought to myself, thinking over the letter. The doctor seemed nice enough, but anyone working for a villain had some sort of dark side. Rockmon is proof of that. Still, I had nothing better to do, and how bad could it really be? I decided I'd go over tomorrow, instead of stewing on it for a few days. Worrying twice meant suffering twice in my opinion. With that settled I left the letter on the counter and went to bathe and then go to bed, settling in for the night with the moonlight coming through my window and illuminating the room just enough for me to fall asleep, at least for now.

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