The Good Villain

The Good Villain

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Every super villain has a nemesis... You know how The Joker has Batman? Well, in Starlight City, I have Mercury Strike. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "You do recall that I'm the villain right?" I pointed out. "Considering that you almost took my hearing last night while trying to rob a bank... Yes, I do." Mercury Strike - also known as MS, sat on my bed with his arms crossed over his chest. Although he was trying his best to look stoic, I saw his eyes pleading me through his red satin mask. He desperately needs my help... "So, let me get this straight. If I help you, I save the city from 'imminent danger' as you put it and get to keep my secret identity a secret. If I don't, then you reveal Jupiter as Banshee?" "Basically." MS shrugged his shoulders. " Wow, looks like superheroes ARE still human. " " What's that supposed to mean?" " C'mon...blackmail? Stealing information? Giving me no choice but to agree? Sounds like something Banshee would do. Don't you think? " I teased. MS's eyes seemed to light up instantly. "So... is that a yes?" "Gosh your slow... yes, it is." I said, rolling my eyes. "But you have to promise to honor our deal." "You do recall that I'm the good guy right?" This time, it was MS's turn to tease me. "Honor is what we're all about." With that, a bolt of lightning blinded me temporarily. Once I regained my sight, I found my room empty. Mercury Strike was gone. Superheroes and their dramatic exits. I thought to myself, laying down on my bed. 'Jupiter,' I thought. ' What the heck have you gotten yourself into...' Credits to keep-me-conscious for the new cover:) ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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