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“ Reports state that the villain ‘Las Nevadas’ was taken down by the Dream Team. Witnesses state that #5 Hero Sapnap was reluctant to fight, and that the infamous vigilante Clockwo- ”
“Boring.” Techno interrupted the TV, much to the dismay of his father. Phil leaned in closer, watching the clips play on screen.
“ -Managed to pull Las Nevadas away from the fight, diffusing the situation. One witness states that both Clockwork and Sapnap had Soulmate Bonds of Lovers, for each other and for the villain. This has not been confirmed yet. ”
Phil rubbed his hands, soaking in the news.
“Why are you even interested in this?” Techno’s pink tinted wings fluffed up as he leaned back on the couch.
“Drama.” Wilbur answered his brother’s question, a smirk evident on his face. Tommy hopped up onto the couch from the back, raccoon tail swaying happily.
“Oooh, drama?” The young hybrid turned his attention to the TV, pulling the heart wristbands further up his wrists.
Wilbur eyed the wristbands. He was still wondering why the kid had asked for three pairs of Passerine’s wristband merch, but ultimately didn’t comment. Last time he asked, he got a facefull of ‘fuck off’ from the raccoon hybrid.
“Apparently there’s a villain-hero-vigilante threesome happening.” Techno responded, instantly getting a snort from Wilbur and Phil.
“I could do that, but better. With all the women. I get all the women, you know?”
“Tommy!” Phil shouted exasperatedly, though there was only playfulness in his tone.
“All the women love me.” He smiled, one of those evil gremlin child smiles. “I bet I’ve dated more women then you all.”
“We’re tied.” “I had a fling with Sally.” “You three were made, right?” The three answered at the same time, but Tommy focused on Techno.
“Lies. There’s no way you have dated the same amount of women as me.”
“We have. And the number is 0.” Wilbur burst out into laughter as Tommy pouted next to him.
Lethe jumped and rolled as he bounded across the rooftops, keying in to his communicator.
“Atomic, anything nearby?”
“Near Niki’s bakery. Robbery waiting to happen.” Coatis chimed in instead, and Atomic scoffed.
“Why the hell would they rob a hero’s bakery? Everyone knows she’s Nihachu.”
“No clue, man. Must be real fucken idiots.”
He laughed lightly, nodding. He already knew Atomic was watching through the street cams as he set his direction towards the bakery.
The vigilante stopped at the edge of a rooftop, his tall form kneeling down as he watched the robbers. He grabbed a baton from his tool belt, silently extending it and getting ready to jump down.
He fondly remembered how he got his vigilante name. He had stopped a mugging with his bare hands, and offhandedly commented that he forgot his baton. Since then, he was known as Lethe, the greek spirit of forgetfulness.
His communicator crackled and Atomic’s panicked voice came through.
“Deal with it fast, the cams went out and I can’t fo-”
The comm’s noise died out before his fellow vigilante could finish. Around him lights went out, it seemed a power outage had occurred. When he focused on the robbers again, their voices drifted up.
“Can we just get out of here? The light’s are out an’ I don’t wanna get caught.”
“Pussy. It’s a simple job, don’t you have night vision? You’re a fucking cat.”
“I happen to not have night vision. Also, this is a hero’s bakery. We could have picked anything else.”
He pulled his hood up, preparing to jump down but paused when he heard wingbeats and talking.
“I didn’t know you were bad at flying at night.”
“That power line just came out of nowhere! We’ve been on plenty of patrols, you know I’m fine at night flying.”
“Come on, let’s land.”
The wingbeats stopped and he froze completely. They had landed behind him.
He turned around slowly, breath caught in his throat. The two top heroes, Passerine and Blood God, stared back at him in… an emotion he couldn’t place.
Passerine suddenly sucked in a breath, beginning to speak. Lethe was already running the other way, robbery now abandoned as he darted away. He hardly heard the hero’s words.
“Oh my Prime, he’s a fledgling.”