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The Charm of the Game

"Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we're indifferent to whether we win or lose?" ~ Charles Baudelaire

Megamind didn't start verbally ranting until he was certain that Metro Man was far behind them. When he did, though, it was only what he had been furiously thinking to himself since they'd left.

"Of all the boneheaded-!" he snarled angrily and kicked a discarded soda can into the distance on a rare patch of shoveled blacktop right in front of a door. Megamind trudged through the snow-packed lesser known alleyways of the outer limits of the warehouse district with Minion's tank cradled against his chest, cape wrapped as well as he could manage about both of them to keep out the frigid wind. The blizzard the night before had been fairly standard for Metrocity, meaning that the blue man's boots were serving their purpose well and the height was definitely needed. He was practically wading in shaved ice.

"How dare that arrogant cape-clad cad! He knows that my evil lair is off limits! Our respective lairs are! This will certainly not go unpunished. That was rude, unprofessional, and furthermore-"

Minion pressed himself against the warmer glass touching Megamind. "Does Metro Man even have a lair, Sir?"

"He must, Minion," Megamind insisted. "He certainly doesn't inhabit Scott Manor, has no legal address outside a simple 'Metrocity, Michigan', and has to sleep eventually."

"...you know his legal address?" the fish asked incredulously.

Megamind continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "At least I remember him laying down on his desk in shool… but maybe he was just bored. Oh well. All I need do NOW is locate the place my hated enemy lays his head," the shivering alien seethed.

"Er… why?"

Megamind snapped, "So I can blow it up!"

Minion rolled his eyes and chided him. "A bomb? You're not in school anymore, Sir. Isn't that a bit too simple and childish for your level of villainy?"

"HE STARTED IT!" Megamind bit petulantly.

"Point," Minion drawled. "At least we got away."

"Yes, we escaped. Twice today. But only the latter was due to my brilliance." Megamind shuddered and paused when a particularly persistent wind lashed them. He took a deep breath and held it a moment. Whereas Minion was currently in warm water, though it was cooling by the second, Megamind felt every moment in the cold bite into him like needles. This wasn't even his heated cape and Minion's temperature regulator for the tank was an attachment inside the body, not the tank itself. Although separating them had been necessary to prevent Metro Man from hearing the metal body's mechanisms as they escaped, Megamind would have to find Minion somewhere warm quickly.

"For some reason he let us escape this morning, Minion. You must have noticed. I want to know why. He's acting strangely. Even if Metro Man had a reason for infiltrating my lair that I am not aware of it isn't like him to indulge in demonstrations of his absurd strength without provocation."

"So, 'Why'd he smash the speaker?', basically," Minion summarized.

"Yes, quite s-"

"Don't try to say 'succinct' again, sir," Minion interrupted quickly.

"Oh,fine." Megamind kicked at a snowdrift, slipped on ice, and barely managed to catch himself on a nearby crate.

"Don't drop me!" Minion complained, unnerved by the near-miss.

"Sorry, sorry! I'll be more careful," Megamind promised, gripping the tank more securely. He would have to hurry. He was having trouble feeling his fingers. "Not to worry, Minion. I have a spare body for you stashed nearby in one of the smaller hideouts."

"Really? I didn't know I had a spare!" Minion said excitedly.

Megamind started walking again toward a lot where he hoped there would be a clearer path. "It was supposed to be a present, but I suppose that's ruined now."

Minion did a little flip and grinned. "Oh, you spoil me, Sir! A new model! Is it still a gorilla?"

"Of course," he promised.

"When do you think we can go back to the main hideout?" Minion blinked and looked up when he realized they had stopped. Green eyes were wide and watching the sky. "Sir?"

Megamind shushed the fish urgently and ducked into a doorway that had a very small steel awning over it and black garbage bags piled up right next to it, not covered by the night's snow. He set the tank down carefully amidst the bags and crouched down himself, pulling his black cape over both of them so that they blended in with the uninteresting alleyway scene. A nonverbal conversation ensued, with Minion motioning upward with his eyes to ask, "Is he up there?" and Megamind nodding minutely.

They remained there for several minutes. Metro Man very rarely used his X-ray to peer past the roofline, simply looking under ceilings into the rooms and stopping there. If they were still and silent there was a good chance he would miss them and only glance past the awning but not into the pile of bags. This honestly wasn't even the first time they'd used this particular trick - what hero would suspect an enemy of Megamind's caliber hiding amongst refuse?

During this time the blue body steadily shook more violently, cooling more rapidly without the ability to move to keep warm. Minion motioned several times with his eyes and bob-like 'nods' for them to continue, but Megamind was determined to stubbornly stay put until he was certain that his enemy must have moved on.

At last Minion had had enough and snapped a curt, "Sir!" to indicate he was done being quiet. "You need to get warm NOW," he said in his best 'Mr. Mom' tone.

The volume made Megamind jump a little and glare. "Minion, he'll hear you," he hissed.

"But he's unlikely to see us anymore if he doesn't hear us, right? If you keep moving I'll be quiet, Sir."

Grumbling, but knowing better than to argue, Megamind lifted the tank and moved on. Thankfully they saw no other trace of their nemesis and made it to a smaller warehouse in an area where even the more common criminals found the dilapidated older buildings too inconvenient to use. One little structure there was only about 20 by 20 feet, one level, ancient, and appeared as if it might collapse at any time. It was sandwiched between two larger buildings and had rusting metal gates on the remaining sides; only narrow alleyways too small for a reasonably large man to pass through without turning sideways first separated them from the actual structure. It was the perfect shell for a villainous hidey-hole and occasionally squirreling away Christmas presents from nosy cohorts.

Megamind set Minion's tank down and had to recite the passcode twice for the voice recognition to understand him because his teeth were chattering. Once inside he simply held the tank and sat on the floor next to the closed door while the climate-controlled interior both relieved and made his skin burn from the drastic difference at once. As always, his lairs were kept at a constant 85 degrees and separated him and his little world from the rest of the world.

As he sat there Megamind laughed manically inside his head. Of course the cold had made his body numb but for a few er… creased places that were drenched with sweat after carrying Minion nearly a mile through calf-deep snow. Didn't it just nicely complete his day that he was uncomfortably numb almost everywhere except the one spot he wished he couldn't feel right now? The salts in his sweat, at the moment, made it feel as if someone had put, well… salt on his damaged flesh.

As the warmth seeped in through him Megamind's shaking only continued; whereas the former had been a reaction to the cold, his current tremors were due to discomfort.

Thankfully Minion misinterpreted his obvious distress and suggested he go and take a hot shower, which would hopefully solve both problems. Megamind only nodded and made a point of connecting Minion's neural interface to his new body (so that he could put pull himself together, so to speak) while Megamind was unable to do so on his behalf.

Once in the bathroom Megamind vied instead to take a long bath; a luxury he seldom indulged in. Being raised where he had been the blue man was unaccustomed to anything but showers and had simply continued that trend outside his childhood home until this very lair had been built… since an old bathtub had already been stored there and easily enough restored to a usable state. Now there were several tubs in various smaller lairs; partly since it helped when he needed to quickly regulate his temperature, but mostly because he just liked to soak from time to time.

Half an hour later, after a long time languishing in steaming water had stopped his tremors and calmed his nerves, Megamind realized the pain had mostly stopped as well. For a while he simply enjoyed that feeling before bothering to do anything about it, but eventually relented and inspected himself for causes.

He didn't even get past looking at the water before he spotted an unsettlingly familiar purplish thing floating near the surface.

The water had saturated the damaged flesh and made it pliable enough to simply detach, leaving only the open wound where it had been bleeding freely in the water which, appeased by the heat and lack of salt, had stopped throbbing.

He was initially concerned, but after a mental assessment of how little pain there was he decided that he was probably fine. It was expected that there would be some features of his body that didn't quite match up with human biology and an extra orifice, comparatively, was minor. Now Megamind just wondered what it was FOR. Clearly he was not seriously injured because there was no sign of infection, or any connection to any vital organs that appeared to be damaged, or even just general discomfort aside from the point of detachment; but this was just damned… weird.

His initial inspection of the situation had composed of visual examination and a bit of finger probing, at which point he felt an eerily familiar surge of sensation and abruptly given up out of embarrassment.

Now he only had more questions than answers.

For him that situation was worse than physical pain. He honestly would have preferred to know he was simply hurt rather than discovering this odd new feature of his body. It only made him feel more alien, and he hadn't thought that was possible.

Megamind, still in the water, rested his head on his arms on the edge of the bathtub and brooded. Of course it made sense that there were some things about his own body that he wouldn't know. Eight day old infants weren't exactly going to understand any explanation on that point, so trying would have been pointless. His parents had done more than enough for him by simply creating him and ensuring he survived the end of their world, but he would be lying through his teeth if he said he never resented his lonesome fate, though it was far more bearable with Minion.

Perhaps it wouldn't bother him as much if he didn't remember it all so excruciatingly well.

Eight days of life, even for an infant, is plenty of time for a being like Megamind to absorb massive amounts of knowledge. It was called Hyperthymesia on Earth and considered somewhat of a very rare disease for those who had it, though it was a species-wide trait for his own people (he could only assume) and worked for him as perfectly as any computer bank with none of the drawbacks humans typically suffered from.

His memory was pristine and every single moment of consciousness was part of a devastatingly efficient system allowing instant recall. Every second of life from the time he became aware in the womb before birth was burned into his mind and readily available for viewing at the slightest effort. If asked to he could recite every word he had ever heard verbatim, tell you who said it and when, and explain all of the ways they were wrong (particularly in the case of his school teacher). He could tell you the weather every day of his life, where he had been when it occurred, and how it had influenced the events of the day. He could remember every happy moment, as well as all the sad ones.

That last one was, upon reflection, a definite drawback for Megamind.

There were some advantages, though. The memories of the faces and voices of his parents were things that had comforted him nightly as a child sleeping in his cold cell. He remembered what it felt like to be born and held for the first time and that the first thing he had seen in the outer world was his father's brown eyes. It should have been a happy memory. It wasn't. Instead of rejoicing in his birth all his parents could do was hold him and cry because they knew his death was approaching already. The only pleasant memories he had of them were how much they cared, the feel of their warmth, the taste of his mother's milk, and the sound of his real name being said in their voices.

He muttered it quietly to himself sometimes, when he needed comfort. Only he and Minion knew it, and he was loath to tell anyone. They didn't deserve it anyhow. His moniker would have to do.

Sometimes he really wished he had the ability to forget. Just as those precious memories of his parents burned brightly, so too did the ever-present panic that permeated the air and the tense atmosphere of an entire population feeling their death come closer with every passing second. He remembered being carried along and desperately hushed while they scrounged scrap metal to build a craft that, by any measure of quality standards, should definitely not have functioned for how hastily it was assembled.

When they placed him in the pod Megamind knew that neither of his brilliant parents had slept in days.

As his pod carried him safely away Megamind remembered the feeling of the forces propelling him away from danger warring with the pit of despair as he realized he was being sent away… and his parents weren't coming with him. Loss a cruel thing for an infant to understand implicitly, as well as the concept of death, but by the time he had arrived on Earth Megamind suffered from both.

He truly envied Metro Man's lack of awareness on the issue with an intensity that sometimes seemed to cause physical pain. Not remembering those terrible moments was likely the one of the only reasons that his planetary neighbor had turned out so disgustingly good. Power corrupts, and infinite power corrupts infinitely. Combining that with the sort of pain Megamind felt when he remembered his past would have been a volatile combination indeed. It was fortunate that Lady Scott had taught her 'gift' well, and if Lord Scott had done anything worthwhile for his adopted son it was paying him no mind. Megamind knew the man had as much care for his family as a collector does for bottle caps; he had them because he was expected to.

Knowing that last bit made Megamind almost grateful he hadn't been raised a Scott. In a strange way Metro Man had rescued him that day. Being raised in a prison might not have been the best of childhoods, but at least the Warden and guards and convicts acknowledged his existence.

Metro Man had only had one attentive parent; Megamind had dozens.

He smiled a little, remembering that. Yes, he'd been fortunate. Everyone had loss, and Megamind had little reason to be miserable in comparison to others, especially since he had a warm place to be right now in this icy season. Thanks to lots of wonderful things in his life that had gone right and set him on the path to glory!

And now that the damaged skin was gone, the rest of his body was healing at its normal pace. The bleeding had already stopped, the area was merely sore as if he'd been scraped, and no other pains indicated danger. So that was one major problem solved, or at least safely reduced in importance.

Things were looking up already!

Now he only had two problems; figuring out what his body was up to, and plotting his next great battle!

Megamind sat back, letting the heat continue to soothe him, and smiled to himself while he concocted more detailed schematics for his Robo-Sheep. Enough of the supplies for that plan were here for him to start working on it today, even!

Life was good.

Metro Man remembered almost too late that he could still track Megamind via scent the same way he tracked Roxanne's perfume, which was lucky because the clever bastard had really thrown him for a loop on that whole paper mache thing. Metro Man had been forced to go home and change, then start looking again while running little hero errands along the way, and just hope either Megamind or Minion would slip up and be loud enough to be noticed.

They had not, which was both weird and annoying, but at least he'd been able to track the lingering sweet scent enough to know they hadn't left the warehouse district before the lake-driven winds blew it completely away. Despite his best efforts there was no way of knowing past a certain alley where they had gone, and his x-ray was only so helpful if he didn't know exactly where to look with it.

Had he really freaked them out that much? He hoped not… because they seemed legitimately hard to catch given the right motivation to flee. Even though he knew about it now, Metro Man was relatively certain he still couldn't stop that setting on the DE-GUN unless he took a risk with his laser-vision to get out of it, possibly by aiming at his own hands to cut through, but then what if the whole covering just caught fire? Then he'd really be a danger to anyone nearby and just have to stand still until the fire burned out, because knowing Megamind's chemistry skills simply dousing it with water was unlikely to work.

He sighed and kept looking, concentrating on the areas of town where Megamind had tended to store his giant robots and miscellaneous items that had to do with his schemes per se but still wound up getting incorporated at some point regardless. He would never, ever forget the blue rose incident last Halloween. Luckily that one had escaped being televised because, well, they tended to escape the cameras from time to time during a chase, even if they were Megamind's own cameras.

Despite getting sidetracked along the way, Metro Man began to realize that easily 90% of those little areas were very meticulously soundproofed. It made perfect sense given the ease with which Metro Man could hone in on a familiar voice, no matter the distance, which Megamind would certainly be prepared for. Though knowing where the MAIN lair was located was a matter of fair play, these smaller ones must be where he went when he wanted to, truly, be unnoticed. With the very walls of these lairs preventing the most common method of locating him, Megamind would be free to rant aloud to himself all he liked without getting discovered, and Minion could be free to sing as loud as he wanted, and the frequent 'bow-bow' sound of the Brainbots would never need to be hushed, and very few of the quite frequent explosions would attract unwanted attention from either Heroes or general authorities. As far as noise was concerned, those lairs were completely impenetrable.

Which gave Metro Man a surprising advantage.

Metro Man was assaulted by constant pandemonium at all times. A large city was no place for a being with super-hearing to get any rest without becoming accustomed to it. Sirens, vehicles, machines, footsteps, chatter, the hum of electricity, endless channels broadcast over endless televisions and radios, hairdryers, water going just everywhere at all hours, neighbors interacting with each other, kitchen utensils and pots banging… it NEVER ended. The endless uproar faded into the background most of the time. Metro Man assumed that his brain had simply learned to filter it out when he was a baby to keep him from dying of sheer exhaustion and lack of REM sleep. It was frustrating, but also had its benefits.

If he closed his eyes and let that din wash over him like so much white noise and concentrated on EVERYTHING as opposed to one thing at a time, the pockets of noiseless space became easy to pick out. Like the small, usually unobtrusive tick-tock of a clock that suddenly became loud at night in comparison, the penetrating chaos helped him single out the calm areas. Megamind's own skill betrayed him in this matter as well; he was so effective at a task like this that the far less efficient human methods of soundproofing were no match for Metro Man's ears. He heard through the foam and tiles and insulation easily, and Megamind's far more skillfully soundproofed lairs floated to the surface like black buoys in a glowing ocean of relentless racket.

Ironically, the ability to hear everything also allowed him to hear nothing.

Grinning victoriously, he started x-raying those voids around the areas where the blue alien's sweet scent had faded.

Soon after, Metro Man landed quite fluidly by the door of a tiny and dilapidated structure with a VERY solid and silent inner core and... politely knocked on the door.

Minion jumped in surprise at the noise and glared momentarily at the sewing needle now sticking out of the finger of his new suit. "Who on Earth…?" He mused to himself and flipped the switch of a monitor that would show him the exterior of the lair. The fish let out a strangled squeak and pointed with his fanged mouth wide. "Sir… SIR!"

Megamind poked his head out of the bathroom where he had been pulling his pajamas on and rolled his eyes. "What is it, Minion?"

"We have company," the henchman said anxiously.

Megamind groaned and came out to look at the monitor, then jumped back with a similar strangled squeak as his caretaker had emitted. Quickly he ran back to put on something less… fuzzy and comfortable while ranting the whole way and fervently hoping the brute hadn't been watching for more than… well, more than five seconds, actually. "He followed me again after I escaped fair and square!?" Megamind gasped, genuinely hurt. "Have I been framed for something more heinous than my usual fare?"

"Er… watch that pronunciation there, Sir," Minion said. He rushed back and helped his boss dress, both of them falling easily into the routine, and Megamind was presentable for evil in record time.

"That IS how to say 'heinous', Minion!" Megamind snapped.

"Oh…"

"He's not following the rules!" Megamind hissed menacingly and glared back up at the screen. Disconcertingly, Metro Man knocked again while looking through the door at what Megamind knew was his own position in the structure. He was certain the hero could NOT hear them, positive actually, and with the noise of the city in the background it should have been-

"Oh, HELL that's how he found us!" Megamind bit out suddenly, smacking himself on the forehead. "Overdid it as usual," he groaned. "Too quiet is just as bad as not quiet enough. it."

"So… if he isn't going to follow the rules," Minion suddenly cracked a fanged smile. "...then why should we?"
Megamind stroked his goatee and hummed thoughtfully. "Good point, Minion. I don't know what's going on here but if Metro Mahn insists on being annoying… so will we. Places!" he instructed with a little grin.

"Uh… where are my-?" Minion asked sheepishly.

"In the Halloween box just there."

Metro Man sighed and knocked on the door for a third time. He was listening for any sign of them leaving so he could catch them outside if they decided to bolt again. He had seen the beginnings of a little temper tantrum from a pajama-clad Megamind and politely stopped looking in to give him time to dress. Then he stood there waiting because he a) didn't want to get turned into an art project again and b) the whole point of this was to have an actual conversation, and breaking through walls or doors in a second lair in a row today was only going to make that more difficult than it had already proven to be.

Just as he was about to knock a third time and was suppressing an irritated growl, Minion answered the door holding a notebook and wearing, inexplicably, a pair of round glasses frames that had no lenses and had been altered to fit over his aquatic body as if the whole of him was a head.

Minion gave Metro Man an utterly unimpressed look and glanced down at the paper, then back up at the hero. "I don't see that you have an appointment today, sorry. You'll have to come back later. And we'll need to reschedule tomorrow's usual kidnapping as well. Miss Ritchie has an important meeting that we don't want to interrupt."

Metro Man faltered, blindsided by this. "What?"

"The schedule, Metro Man," Minion sighed. "Your… unsportsmanlike conduct complicated an awful lot of plots we had in the works, you know. We had to move to a different lair and everything! It was just very inconsiderate of you."

"There's NO schedule," the hero insisted tightly, momentarily forgetting what he was there for. Vaguely he heard Megamind snicker from inside the lair just before the loud sound of an evil genius at work began. "Is there?" He asked as an afterthought.

Minion laughed a polite little secretarial laugh. "Oh, there wouldn't be any fun in it if you knew the schedule. Miss Ritchi on the other hand… well, she wouldn't be as useful as a publicity tool if we got her fired, would she? So every once in a while if she has a very important thing she needs to do, she'll let me know while we're waiting for you to arrive for the battle-"

"Minion!" Megamind called from inside, accompanied by the sound of welding sparks. "Don't forget her niece's birthday next week!"

"Oh, right, Sir. I'll make a note of that," Minion said pleasantly, jotting that down on the paper. "Wednesday next week, five to seven p.m. – Miss Ritchie Unavailable…" he read aloud. Then he looked back up at Metro Man and smiled a polite little secretarial smile. "Now, if you'd like to make an appointment?"

Metro Man lifted a brow and crossed his arms. "Am I being dismissed?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," both Megamind and Minion snapped simultaneously, and then Minion shut the door.

Metro Man stood there and gaped for a moment before he could grasp what had just happened.

This was… new.

Clearly they weren't scared anymore, which was a plus for actually talking, but the definite drawback of that in terms of getting in there was that they weren't scared anymore. To make matters worse he definitely hadn't been able to hear their conversation before the door had opened, and now that it was shut again he still couldn't hear them. Curiously he looked inside and saw Megamind continuing to weld, though his shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter and his work was definitely uneven as a result, and Minion was leaning on the counter chuckling so hard he was bobbing in his bowl.

Even though he knew his body didn't work that way, Metro Man pinched the bridge of his nose the way his mother always did when she was trying to quell a headache. He counted to ten, then to twenty when the urge to just rip the whole door off hadn't subsided. Then he gave up and simply pulled the door open by bracing his thumb against the ancient bricks.

"HEY!" Megamind snapped off the torch, yanked off his goggles, and turned to glare at him. Surprisingly he didn't do much more and simply sighed before putting the tools away. "I suppose just breaking the lock is better than the wall or the door…" he mused.

Minion hummed thoughtfully while he continued sewing something that looked suspiciously like a Brainbot-sized cape. "Not very heroic, though."

"I mean, what ever happened to good old fashioned mayhem?" Megamind lamented with his hands in the air dramatically.

"Sir, just because you put 'good old fashioned' in front of something doesn't make it traditional."

"SEH-man-TICS, Minion," Megamind said dismissively.

"Semantics," Metro Man corrected irritably. "Look; I'm not playing today."

"Clearly," Megamind snapped acidly. He strode up to Metro Man and faced him as squarely as he could, which meant tipping his head back awfully far to meet his much taller enemies' eyes. "If you're going to take me to jail do it, otherwise go away. I'm busy."

"I'm not going to take you to jail," Metro Man defended.

Megamind held out his wrists blithely. "SEE, Minion? I told you he was…" His pre-prepared speech petered off as he actually processed those words. "Then why in the name of science are you still chasing me? Did I do something to piss you off on a personal level or what? Honestly; I'd like to know."

"No, it's nothing like that," Metro Man insisted. "I know I've broken some rules, but I'm calling a truce for a while-"

"YOU are calling a truce after YOU broke the rules!?" Megamind hissed irately and threw his welding goggles, which bounced uselessly off the hero's chest and clattered to the floor. "What could possibly be so important to you that doesn't involve Miss Ritchi or hauling me off to my first home for a visit that would justify-"

"I need to apologize," Metro Man blurted before he could come up with anything with more finesse.

Megamind blinked rapidly before backing up a step or two. "For what exactly?" he asked suspiciously. "Breaking into my lair without provocation? Destroying an invention that was nothing more than a fancy noisemaker? Or forcing us out into weather you know is dangerous?"

Metro Man sighed and rubbed the back of his neck while he thought about how to start explaining. He hadn't quite figured that bit out yet. "All of that and a little more. It's complicated."

Megamind crossed his arms and lifted a brow. "Did you rampage through my lair or something after we left?"

"What? No, I-"

"You swear you didn't break anything else? What about the ra-bahts in storage?" Megamind asked insistently. He strode forward and poked the hero's chest with his long blue finger. "It took me a LONG time to put those together and I should not have to remind you sabotage is-" Here Megamind paused and his eye simply twitched. "I swear if you touched them there will be hell to pay."

Metro Man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again. "I didn't destroy anything but that speaker. And it's robot. Say it with me: Row-bot," he said slowly, gesturing for each syllable.

Megamind cheerfully continued and turned to tak-tak on the keys of his console. "That's what I said. Ra-baht."

"No, you said-" Metro Man palmed his forehead. "Alright, say something that rhymes with robot at least, then try again. Teapot, slingshot, boycott-" he offered desperately.

Megamind grinned and continued pushing buttons on the console without even looking at them as he faced his nemesis. "Lord Scott," he said flippantly.

Metro Man glared red for a moment, but Megamind merely stared confidently back at him until he chuckled and shook his head. "I still can't tell if you're doing that on purpose."

Megamind huffed and crossed his arms. "Doing what?" he challenged.

"The," Metro Man began, then faltered. "Do you even-? Nevermind. Just listen for a minute."

"No," Megamind stated flatly. Metro Man and Minion both watched as the blue man strode to the door and held it open, as it had swung shut from the wind once the larger man had stepped through. With a flourish he bowed mockingly and gestured through to the outside. "If you aren't going to take me to jail and you aren't attacking and don't have a better reason to be here than some misdirected attack of conscience, then please leave."

Metro Man held back a growl that he felt bubbling up in his chest and tried one last time to be reasonable. "I asked for a truce, Megamind."

"And I am denying it," the villain insisted. "Get out."

And this was what it always came down to in the end. A battle. Megamind was impossible to communicate with unless there was a fight involved somehow as far back as Metro Man could remember. Unless Metro Man won and had earned the right to speak freely outside of their usual banter he was seldom heeded for an instant.

"Fine," he agreed. "Let's play it your way, then."

Megamind stood straight again when he heard that tone, already knowing something was amiss.

"Wha-"

That was the only syllable he managed to utter before Metro Man snatched him up and flew away. Minion sighed and shut the door, hoping that Megamind would at least sleep well once he got to prison. He needed a good rest after spending so much time outside today. Twice now, in fact.
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