“They’re Not Your Parents. They Stole You From Me Years Ago.”

Prompts about a superhero who finds out their parent is a villain?

“You’re evil!”Their parent sighed. “Morality is a subjective concept, I’ve taught you that. You break the law every time you go out in that cape.”“I’m a hero, it’s different!”“Name one quantifiably ‘evil’ thing I’ve done.”The teen hero opened their mouth, full of righteous fury. Then closed it. They were sure their parent had been caught doing something evil, yet they couldn’t think of anything. Not a single dastardly crime.

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“You are not my mother.”The villainess smiled, ever in control, ever amused by their shuddering rage. “You can deny it all you want, little hero. You were born from me; my blood runs in your veins. My powers are your powers.”“Your morals,” they spat, “are not my morals.”Her smile widened. “Not. Yet.”

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“It’s not that I’m trying to control you,” their parent said, a comforting hand on their shoulder, “but I have to keep you safe. You know that right?”“By any means necessary,” they repeated dully, thoughts whirling too fast to spare any inflection.Their parent squeezed their shoulder. “So becoming the city’s most feared supervillain isn’t that outrageous, right? Definitely no worse than Kiera’s mum baking 800 cupcakes for the PTA bake sale.”

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Snippet 4

The door closes behind them, leaving them all alone. In the room. In the bedroom. With the lone bed looming over them.

It was their wedding night.

Hero swallows hard, grabbing the white dress and moving away from her nemesis. The only reason why she married him was because of their families, their families who had no idea they were enemies.

"Well," Villain spoke up, turning to his enemy with a wry smile. "That's that. That just leaves us and some traditions. Don't it?" He takes his jacket off, raising his eyebrows at her.

Hero clenched her jaw. "If you think for one second-"

"Relax." Villain rolls his eyes. "I don't wanna do it with you either, it's best I don't really follow traditions."

"Me either." Hero crosses her arms.

"But..." Villain starts. "It is tradition."

Hero looks at him, narrowing her eyes.

"But I'm not evil." Villain scoffs. "That...evil." He corrects.

Hero rolls her eyes.

"— I can care of myself, Always did! Is not gonna change now, Mum didn't cared this much why you wanna do? U shouldn't either!" The hero yells frustrated, the villain eyed them with worry.

The hero didn't wanted cookies and play things, They're the hero that was supposed to take down the villain! if only they stopped being so stubborn.

" — That's child abuse, I refuse to fight a kid" Says the villain wondering how much time it would take to child protection services listen to their call.

"— I grew faster than anyone, I'm not a damn kid! I don't play and whine like them, I don't even have time for that!" The child looked miserable, their eyes watering at every angry pitched scream.

"— What the heck they did?" The villain's voice creaks, Anger filled his whole being, How dare they? This small chaotic gremlin will have a childhood, They would spoil them rotten and let the world burn with it's own darkness.

Set Up

Supervillain stalked closer and closer, but Hero was too weak to rise. Too weak to try and run away. They lay there waiting for their impending doom. 

“Don’t worry, little one,” Supervillain said as they crouched down, “you were set up to fail. Superhero always sets their apprentices up to fail.”

Hero opened their mouth to reply, but found they had no words. They squeezed their eyes shut against the tears that threatened to spill over. How could Superhero send them off to their death? After everything?

“Shhh, shhh,” Supervillain said soothingly as they reached out to cup Hero’s cheek. “Don’t cry. It’ll be quick.”

“Please,” Hero finally managed to gasp out. “Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything. Anything! Please. Let me live.”

Supervillain took Hero’s chin between their thumb and forefinger, drawing Hero closer. “Anything? That’s a big offer. Are you sure?”

Hero knew they would come to regret this. But they had no choice. Doing anything for Supervillain seemed a lot better than dying right now. They nodded. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Supervillain smiled softly and lifted Hero into the air. “Let’s go then.”

“Go?” Hero didn’t like how gently Supervillain held them, almost tenderly even. 

“Yes. You’re going home with me. We’ll start your training when you’re ready.”

“What?” Hero was sure that this was some sort of sick joke. 

“Unlike Superhero, I don’t set up my apprentices for failure. I make sure they have adequate training and only send them out when they are good and ready. Join me, Hero, and your life will vastly improve.”

"Tell me, little wolf, do you wish to punish those who have wronged you?" spoke the man, his insidious voice twisting and twining around the hero's ear, the villain's breath ghosting against the back of his neck.

The boy jerked away, shuddering from the terrifying closeness of his enemy, but unfortunately not getting far. The chains that wrapped his wrists and arms, connecting to the floor, prevented him from rising past his knees.

"The only one I want to punish is you!" growled the young hero, eyes narrowed in hate even as fear trickled through his veins, coming to rest in a tight knot within his chest.

The cold metal beneath him bit at his numbed legs. The hero could feel, second by second, drip by drip, his own blood draining from the various wounds inflicted during his latest escape attempt. He swayed, the floor rising to meet him for a split second before he caught himself.

"Oh? And why is that, I wonder," the man said, his tone darkly conversational as he observed the hero's rapidly fading consciousness.

"You took everything from me," said the hero, young voice cracking from an emotion too difficult to name, hatred leaking away to leave exhaustion in its wake, "Why have you never killed me? I've given you so many chances, but you never--!" the hero broke off, shoulders slumping.

"Perhaps this will explain..." responded the villian, coming to a decision as he stood before the tired hero.

Hero heard a soft click and the sound of the villian moving, the rustling of cloth.

"Look at me."

Startled, the hero froze, eyes locked on the grate beneath him. The villians voice was clear, unfiltered by the mask he always wore.

Hero didn't dare look into the villain's face, afraid of what he'd find.

Because he knew that voice. Knew it from a young age. And he hadn't heard it since the day his life shattered.

"Come, little brother, are you so afraid to see your precious big brother's face after all this time?" that familiar voice mocked.

Hero slowly looked up. He had to know. Maybe it wasn't who it sounded like, maybe it was a trick...

But as his gaze slowly traveled up, landing unerringly on the villian's face, Hero's eyes widened. He shook his head in denial, his face crumpling as something deep in his chest shattered

Concept #10

A group of villains team up on the city’s most powerful and respected hero. Once they manage to reveal the hero’s secret identity, they’re shocked to find out that the hero is a child.

If Mr Jalapeño ever released an official instrumental album I think I would be the happiest I’ve ever been in my life (I just really want a Love In Paradise and God Games instrumental).

I need to hear what secrets this man has hidden in the instrumentals…

"You're a child." Villain spat out, horrified as they stared into the wide eyes of their clearly underage rival.

"Wh-no I'm not!" Hero yelped, then winced as the higher pitch gave them away further. They hunched into themselves, subconsciously trying to appear even smaller.

"Where are your parents?!" Villain demanded, storming forward to grab Hero by the shoulders, "do they know you're fu-freaking doing this?!" Angry as they were, Villain tried not to swear - kids didn't need to hear that kind of language, after all.

"..."

Hero averted their watering eyes, trembling as Villain stared them down. They'd never seen the other so furious.

"I don't..." they licked dry lips nervously, "I don't have parents."

Villain's mind went black for a moment, vision filling with the shivering form of the literal child they'd been fighting.

"...you're an Orphan," it wasn't a question, but instead a surprisingly bland statement, "of course you are."

Something in Villain's tone made Hero look up, made them gaze into the unwavering form of their adversary, where they found a glint of determination in the other's eyes.

"Screw it-" they scooped Hero into their arms, ignoring the spluttering and struggling, "you need someone to keep an eye on you, and I've always wanted kids."

"I'm your parent now Hero"

"Stop calling me that."

"Why? I think it's a lovely name. It fits you."

"It's not my name."

"Your birth certificate, the real one, says it is because that's what I picked out for you the day you were born."

Curse my friend. I asked her what she think Aeolus would sound like if they were voiced by a dude instead of a gal and she said “like Eurylochus”.

So fuck. Now I hear fucking Armando Julian when I mentally sing Keep Your Friends Close-