This is a sequel to The Villain Saga: Innocence and The Villain Saga: White Walls. The sequel is The Villain Saga: A Deadly Demigod. Check them out!

Dr. Horrible sat in his arm chair, deep in thought. An ignored television flickered across his face, which was clouded by a dull anger. He mumbled something to himself, but shook his head immediately.

"Hey Doc, what's going on?" Moist entered the room, flipping through the mail.

"Moist," he looked up, "How long has it been since I defeated Captain Hammer?"

"Like a few months," he didn't seem completely interested, absorbed in the letters, "Why do you ask?"

"I need to do something impressive!" he raised a fist, "Inspire fear! I can't do that from this…. This armchair!"

Moist looked up, finally volunteering his full attention, "Well a good kidnappings always classic. Conflict Diamond says that kidnap is the new frontier."

"Fine, but who?" a kidnapping would be fine, maybe even followed up by a ransom, but the idea was useless without a target.

Suddenly the TV went to a newscast.

"And Ms. Olivia Reynolds has done it again! Foiling yet another robbery, it's a wonder why criminals even try!" a woman beamed.

"A wonder indeed," a man chuckled, "If only we could keep tabs on her! Rumor has it she's currently residing in LA, but details are unknown."

As the newscasters directed their viewer's attention to the weather, Doctor Horrible and Moist turned to each other in unison.

"Then it's decided," an evil smile began to form on his lips.

-X-

Olivia

I strolled through the streets of LA, daylight pushing away any trace of evil. Moving to Los Angeles wasn't fully my choice. Every villain seemed to know exactly where I was at all times. It was extremely annoying. Ever since the "incident" I've been moving around a lot. And by "incident" I mean the day I stood up to Doc Oc, setting up a chain reaction of people trying to kill me. I was worth a rather lot at this point, seeing that every known wrong doer wanted me dead.

My summer house was on the outskirts of LA, a good distance from your everyday scum. I could only afford my multiple locations due to the fact people kept trying to reward me. A lot of the villains I foil had been terrorizing citizens for a long time. Local police departments wouldn't stop offering me money, but I would only accept what I needed to keep me going.

The summer house was a large, two level structure. Constructed in the 40's, it had a distinct Victorian feel and more rooms then I knew what to do with. An impressive staircase descended from the front room, two limbs stretching on either side.

But everyone needs to get out sometimes. That's why I was wandering the streets at random. It was nice to get some fresh air. I looked around, a smile growing on my face at the pure freedom.

"E-excuse me?" a sharp tap fell onto my shoulder.

I whipped around, awaiting whatever assailant lay behind me. I was greeted with a young man in his late twenties. He sported a blue hoodie and held a clipboard, extended to me.

"Hi, I'm Billy. I'm representing… Metro Journal!" he seemed to suddenly remember, "I was wondering if you'd like to partake in a survey?" he nodded to the clipboard.

I glanced down, realizing my mistake. I took it from his hand delicately.

"Oh, wait!" he slapped his forehead, dramatically rolling his eyes, "This is last month's survey! Would you mind coming with me to the warehouse to get the right one?"

"Where is it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"The warehouse? On Sixth and Washington," he seemed anxious to go, "Would you mind?"

"No, not at all!" I smiled up at him. He had like seven inches on me, I'd guess he was 6 foot, "Just let me get a pen from my car!"

I rolled my eyes as I walked away. That was the most pathetic attempt at… whatever he was trying to do I had ever seen. Murder? Kidnap? Mug? It was just sad. I knew LA pretty well, and while there was a warehouse on sixth and Washington, it had been abandoned for many years. I turned the corner and kept walking. You'd have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me with something that bad.

-X-

The Doctor burst into his lab, positively fuming.

"What's wrong-" Moist started, only to be cut off.

"THREE HOURS!" Dr. Horrible growled, throwing a clipboard onto one of his already cluttered tables, "I waited for THREE HOURS and she never came back!"

"You were stood up? Harsh."

"No!" Dr. Horrible whipped around, throwing his hands up in disgust, "That girl? Olivia Reynolds? Yeah I went for it, and look how great that went. She doesn't even have a car. She's fifteen!" he flopped onto his couch, his lab coat billowing around him.

"Maybe she just…"

"And the pen!" Dr. Horrible interrupted again, "There was one literally attached to the clipboard. It was right there!"

"So what are you going to do about it?" his friend sat down, immediately discoloring the couch with his moisture.

"We'll take her by force," he suddenly sat up, liking his new idea, "She- no one can just do that. To Dr. Horrible especially!" he stood, "I made a name for myself. I have a PHD in horribleness!"

"Anything you need… moistened… or made soggy?" Moist looked up at the Doctor.

"I might need your talents," he turned to a white board, scrawling furiously, "Tonight, at ten. You in?"

"'Course," he smiled, "Life 'o crime?"

"Life 'o crime," Dr. Horrible nodded, already planning that night's caper.