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"Why Overlord?" Roxanne asked. Megamind stuttered to a halt. Roxanne never interrupted his Villainous Monologue! She was the Best Listener! Megamind squinted at Roxanne. She didn't look like she had ulterior motives, it seemed like her question was genuine.
“I liked the sound of Overlord better than any of the other options available to aspiring supervillains. You have to select one as part of your supervillain qualifications. And Benevolent Overlord of Metrocity just has a nice ring to it.”
“Oh! So it’s a part of your villain's license? Fascinating. What’s the reasoning?”
“Something about it being useful to have goals and aspirations, blah, blah, blah.” The device Roxanne was tied to made a concerning whang. Megamind frowned, and motioned for Minion to untie Roxanne. She rubbed her wrists as she stepped out of the way.
“So, does every class of villain need an aspiration?”
“Yes! Apparently, having goals of questionable attainability is good for you. Or so the Hero Villain Consortium Council says. But! I will tell you a secret, Miss Ritchi.” He popped his head out of the contraption, holding up one long, elegant finger. “Off the record, of course.” Roxanne made a cross over her chest. “I promise.” Megamind nodded, and resumed fiddling with the machine.
“I, do not actually, wish to be an Overlord. The ring is good! The title is fun! But at that level, villainy is more… managerial? Lots of paperwork, to run a city! And then you are solely responsible for keeping up and coming villians out of your city! As we are now, a superhero and a supervillain, Wayne and I have an equilibrium. For the most part, up and comers stay away from Metrocity because there is already a powerful pair competing for this territory! Though, our contracts do state we can work together under extenuating circumstances, like last year? With that villainess, Faceless Bravada? Which, she had good branding, but no actual style!” Megamind scoffed. “A black robe? So tacky.” Roxanne smiled at him from her perch safely out of the way.
“I love you,” she said fondly. Megamind’s head snapped up, his eyes blown wide.
“Shit,” Roxanne whispered, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. “Shit shit shit. I didn’t mean… well, I did mean it, but I didn’t mean to tell you like that!” She buried her face in her hands. Minion was staring, mouth open. Megamind approached cautiously, his hands flapping nervously.
“You, you do mean it? You do mean it how?” Roxanne glanced up, her face burning. Megamind was staring at her with impossibly wide eyes. Roxanne sighed.
“It means… I care about you. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re attractive, you’re the whole package! And yeah, kidnappings might not be my ideal date idea, but, it’s how I got to know you!”
“Ollo? You realize I am a villain, yes? We were just talking about that.” Roxanne waved her hands.
“Of course I realize you’re a villain! We’re in the middle of a kidnapping! But that doesn’t matter to me! You’re a good person, I’m attracted to you, and I care more than I ever expected to!”
Megamind stared at her, gobsmacked.
“This is bringing up follow up questions. Many follow up questions. Minion! Text Wayne, no more Plot for today, I am otherwise engaged! As long as Miss Ritchi does not object?”
“No, no, canceling today’s Plot is probably good. We can… talk things out? See if you’d be interested in liking me back? Or how we move forward otherwise?”
“Be interested? How could I not be interested? In you? You’re magnificent!”
Minion stepped away from the excitedly gesticulating pair to make a phone call.
“Hey, Wayne? Yeah, it’s Minion. No Plot today. Sir and Miss Ritchi are having a moment. Yes, finally! Well, she started it. Yeah! I’m going to leave them alone and do some baking. Yeah, stop by Evil Lair later for those snickerdoodles you like!”