Antiheroes

Chapter 40: A repeat of events

Dream POV.

I hated to admit that I was happy to see the superhero again, allowing myself to lean against him as he helped me to a hospital. Everything about him I missed; his fluffy brown hair, his beautiful brown eyes, his pale skin, the honey sounding laugh. He was so fucking beautiful in every way, and standing this close to him made me feel better.

Sure, I absolutely hated him for what he did. I had thought that he actually cared about me, but it seemed like he and Karl… er… Jacobs, were just using Sapnap and I for information. Did everything that happened with me and him actually mean something, or was it just an act to find out information.

I wondered that as we walked, George was helping me to the nearest hospital for injuries that the hospital didn’t need to treat. Obviously he didn’t know this, but I did have regenerative abilities so there was no point.

“Actually,” I said, “the bleeding seems to have stopped. I could just go home, no point bothering hospital staff if I am fine.” George stopped walking, his arm was still under my shoulders so he could support my weight as he gave me a questioning look.
“Are you sure?” He questioned worriedly.

The two of us exchanged a look, I knew the two of us had made eye contact even though I hadn’t seen his eyes, but I couldn’t help but wish that I could see them again. Their pretty honey brown eyes which had always been bright and curious.

However, there was a way that I could end up seeing his eyes again, since for the moment he was also completely unaware that I was the criminal he had been dating a couple of weeks ago, even though he had seen my face at least once. “Yeah,” I responded to his question. “I should be fine after cleaning the blood off and having a drink or something.”

The superhero didn’t seem to find anything off about the situation, which made me question how smart he really was. Then again, the majority of the time I took my mask off around him we were going to sleep or I was sleeping with him in another way. At least he was pretty though, otherwise he’d have nothing going for him.

“Do you want me to walk you to your home? I’d hate for you to get hurt more on your way, plus if it gets worse again…” George asked, sounding sympathetic. I nodded, it would help with my plan after all, and (a little bonus), I did get to spend time with him.
“I’d like that.” I smiled. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He responded, smiling at me. “Anything to help the people in this city. I will do anything to help people like you.” I highly doubt that would be the case. I smiled back at him though, and began telling him directions to my home.

Obviously it wasn’t my actual home, since the one I lived in during my childhood was burned to the ground, and I had heard about the warehouse where I’d been staying was blown up (hopefully those hero-knowing traitors Sapnap and Skeppy were both there). However, just like George’s home (or at least the place he said was his home), I did have a bunch of safehouses.

I began directing him to a middle class neighbourhood. It was a relatively nice house that I had actually considered retiring in, (in fifty years or so, once the rest of the city was destroyed). Plus, there was a basement that has a large amount of torture devices which I could use on George for betraying me, and lying to me.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you no longer fighting crime?” I questioned, I only asked because the silence between us was feeling awkward, and because I wanted to see how he would answer. If he would say something partially truthful or not.

As one would expect he was cautious to answer, however he did end up responding to my question. “I went undercover and started dating a criminal during that time. Wilbur had exposed to the news that I was working with criminals. Nobody wanted to listen to an explanation either” He answered, and that made me feel upset. Did this mean that he didn’t care about me?

I had to ask. I just had to. “Did you care about the criminal you were dating?” The brunette superhero stopped walking as I asked the question, seeming as though I had just shot him by saying that. From where I was I could feel zaps of electricity running through his body, even from through the supersuit.

Whatever little trance that sentence had put him in, he snapped out of it after a minute. “I… uh can not talk about it. You don’t need to know about that sort of thing.” He answered, and I couldn’t help but notice how he was blushing slightly. That made me smile smugly, seeing that maybe… maybe he did actually love me and it wasn’t just an undercover mission thing.

We both walked the rest of the way in silence, and eventually I stopped in front of a nice suburban home. It was the home I had purchased years ago. The one that I had planned to retire in. The one that had the torture chamber in the basement. “Is this the place?” The hero asked me. I nodded.

“Yeah, this is where I live.” Now I just need a way to get him inside and knock him out, then restraining him would be easy, especially since he had such a common weakness. I came up with an idea and I smiled, “To thank you, can you allow me to make you a drink?” I offered, smiling innocently at him.

“I should probably be going,” the hero said worriedly, glancing in the direction of the sky. “The sun will be coming up soon and if I don’t get back people will see me.” He tried not to look at me, feeling completely worried.
“It’ll be fine,” I reassured. “The drink will only take five minutes to make.”

It was clear that he was considering it, and when I gave him another smile he decided to take me up on my offer. So I walked up the steps to the front door, only pausing to grab the house keys from under a gnome. I unlocked the door and allowed the hero to walk in first before offering to let him sit at the dining room table.

Surprisingly, he didn’t go looking around at anything, cause if he did he would probably notice a lot of rooms hadn’t been dusted, and that there were almost no pictures or personal items or anything. But I said this once and I will say it again, thank god he is pretty otherwise he’d have nothing going for him.

I walked into the kitchen, opening a cabinet that George couldn’t see from where he was sitting and I grabbed a rag and chloroform. I also pulled on a pair of rubber gloves before walking over to where the hero was. He wasn’t facing me, and I smirked as I forced the rag over his mouth and nose.

“Stop struggling George,” I said strictly, watching as he tried to electrocute me, however using all that power was only making him more exhausted. “You are just going to go to sleep, and then we are going to have a talk once you wake up.” His eyes widened at my words, however he was too weak to do anything, and he passed out in my grip a couple of moments later.
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