You nearly screamed when you saw that the mark was gone, and you knew that the man in front of you was the one who caused it to disappear. Opening it, you shakily lifted up the mirror and examined your face. Slowly walking towards the table, you snatched the compact mirror off of the table before backing away again. "Before you try to fight me, just listen," he said, placing a small compact mirror on the table in front of him. "You can't keep me here," you stated, backing away from him. They really took a lot of precautions to keep you here. The door shut behind him, you could hear the multiple locks activating. "I see you're awake," Damian said, walking in. You still couldn't believe this asshole was Batman's son. Before you could find something, the door opened, revealing the man who kidnapped you. There were no windows, but there was one metal door on the wall opposite of the bed. Breathing wildly as you searched for anything you could use to escape or at least defend yourself with. Pushing yourself out of your bed, you frantically looked around the room, looking for some way to escape. Looking around the room, you suddenly remembered what happened. When you opened your eyes, you were shocked to see a new prosthetic leg attached to you. Lazily pushing your blanket off of you, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Groaning, you struggled to open your eyes as you woke up. You gripped his wrist, hissing when he removed the needle. He patted the side of your face multiple times before slamming a syringe into the side of your arm with his other hand. His scowl turned into a smile, but not the friendly kind, "Believe me, I've been there." "Go to Hell," you growled, glaring at him. He scowled, stomping over to you before crouching down, "I don't like this any more than you do, but you are wanted alive, preferably unharmed." You laughed, "Tell that to all of the others you and your heroes killed." He walked out of the shadows, "I'm not here to kill you." "If you're going to kill me, do it," you spat, leaning up against the wall behind you. Pushing yourself up, you flipped yourself over to face him. You didn't even make it out of the door, he threw a mini EMP onto your leg, which made you land face first onto the ground. Raising your hands, you quickly grabbed your leg and fell to the ground, attaching it before making a run for it. You heard multiple thuds behind you, which meant your gun was on the floor. Pulling your drawer open, you pulled out a book and opened it, shocked to see your gun missing. It had been years since you did anything crime related, not since you lost your leg. You glanced down at your leg, tracing a finger over the scarred flesh. Scooting to your left, you placed the bionic leg on its charging stand. Sitting down on your bed, you placed your hands on your left leg and detached it.
Letting out a shaky breath, you shoved those thoughts out of your mind and walked into your bedroom. Yes, they were villains, but they did not deserve to be massacred. So many of your friends, so many good people were gone now. Standing up, you walked towards your window and closed the curtains, forcing your tears down. Maybe they were lucky, they didn't have to see the world slowly fall apart. You met many villains who had no spot, which made sense when the Regime killed them all.
It was funny to think that there were still soulmates in a world like this, and you wondered how many were born without a spot, doomed to die alone. Sighing, you ran your fingers across the black spot on the side of your face, wondering if you were ever going to meet your soulmate. The heroes' hope must have rubbed off on you if you thought you could stay out of the Regime's sights because a damaged person like you could never outrun supers like Wonder Woman and Superman. You thought you were lucky that you quit the villain life, that you were safe from the new villains of Earth.
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Villains weren't killed because they existed, they didn't have to give up their free will to stay alive. Heroes were still beacons of hope and peace, not dictators and ruthless killers. Those were the good old days, heroes were heroes and villains were villains. Then it evolved into seeking thrill, and you sometimes yearn to have that again. At first, crime was a necessity, the only way for you to survive after leaving your life behind. You were raised on that belief, and now it was instilled in your soul that there was nothing else you could be. Throughout your life, you were told you were nothing but a villain, doomed the second you were born to succumb to darkness.
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