Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, just doing different takes on once-or-twice-seen characters.
Prologue:
"The request from Prisoner Number 01000101 came in again today." The secretary announced as she entered the room, setting the daily stack of papers pending signature on the director's desk. The director didn't even glance away from her computer screen.
"Request denied. Again."
Betty Director continued for a moment, before her peripherals picked up the fact that the blonde intern hadn't left yet. Her eye broke away from the computer screen and looked at her. She wasn't sure of this one's name (Jill, was it? Maybe Jane?); she didn't bother learning the temps'. This girl wasn't the kind who lasted around Global Justice, too nervous and fidgety. That might've just been because she was in the presence of the highest figure in the entire secret agent spectrum, or perhaps she listened to the rumors that circulated around the rec room.
She took a deep breath.
"Director, I really think you should reconsider…"
Ah, the nail in the coffin; questioning the director. She'd probably be out by the end of the week. She seemed to realize her mistake, if the tremble in her voice was any indication, so Dr. Director decided to cut her some slack. She sighed.
"I'm not wasting my time with Prisoner 01000101. She thinks she can get in my favor and in turn shorten her sentence." Dr. Director explained blandly. The girl bit her lip.
"…she's been ill." She continued, "Vomiting every morning, unusual fatigue, tenderness of certain parts of her body, abdominal swelling…lack of menses…"
Dr. Director's attention went from half to full, staring at her.
"Are you suggesting…?" She trailed off. Jill shrugged.
"She went to the medical wing today; they're going to run tests."
Dr. Director picked up her phone and dialed the number for the Go City Asylum's medical wing. It was actually somewhat pathetic that she knew it by heart.
"Betty?" The other line asked curiously.
"Dr. Jones, have you diagnosed Prisoner 01000101?" She asked abruptly. He considered for a minute.
"The electrical fanatic? Yes, she tested positive for pregnancy, nearly fourteen weeks along. It's a strange thought, a super villain having a baby, huh?" He mused.
"Thank you," Dr. Director said curtly before hanging up. She turned to the secretary, "I've changed my mind; have her brought here immediately."
"Yes ma'am." Janie chirped, having the grace not to brag as she slipped back out.
A few hours later, Prisoner Number 01000101 was escorted into Dr. Director's office. She held her head high despite the two Global Justice officers on either side of her, shackled and handcuffed.
"It's so kind of you to make time for me in your busy schedule, Director." She said pleasantly, her smile bordering smug. It threw Betty off, the lack of her signature accent; was that as much a part of her super villain act as her costume?
"Of course, Electronique. Take a seat."
She sat down and Dr. Director glanced at her midriff. It was hard to tell; the orange jumpsuit hung off of her as though it was three sizes too big (knowing the Go City Asylum's budget, it probably was). Dr. Director dismissed the agents and they departed, the door clicking shut as the two women were left to face each other. Prisoner 01000101 sighed lightly.
"They say it's unusual to show around the third month, especially for the first child… I suppose I'm not that lucky."
"Don't play coy with me." Dr. Director hissed, "You want something."
Electronique rolled her eyes.
"Everyone wants something; you're going to have to be more specific." She dropped her act, though, the smugness fading as she looked at the director. Betty pressed her lips tightly together, not breaking the eye contact.
"Do you know who the father is?" Electronique jerked back, looking offended.
"Of course I do. I'm a super villain, not a tramp." She huffed, then smiled mischievously, "I suspect you know too, and I suspect you'll want to keep this quiet."
Here it came. The bribe. Dr. Director sat and waited; after a couple of decades dealing with classical villains, she knew that they'd eventually explain their own schemes. Electronique paused, in case Dr. Director had something else to say, before continuing, her gray blue eyes grave.
"I don't want my child to grow up on the wrong side of the law. I want it to have a normal childhood, happy and safe and doomsday-device-free." Dr. Director considered her words, only mildly shocked at the statement. They'd use whatever they could in order to get ahead, even their own offspring. It was low but considering the selfish mentality of criminals, not unexpected.
"…this isn't just your first offense, or your second, or even your third." Dr. Director pointed out, "You have a habit of relapse."
"This time is different." She said firmly, "I'm serious about being a good mother, and I'm going to need your help for it to have any chance."
Dr. Director arched an eyebrow and Electronique had the decency to look humbled.
"You're the only one who can hide us from his father."
III
You know, I never thought I'd get into Electronique as a character... But then this plotline popped into my head and I ran with it. I'm enjoying the new style of writing I'm doing for my fanfiction here; writing a rough draft and completing the story before editing it chapter by chapter and posting it. Makes it a lot cleaner. Anyway, hope you like, and stay tuned for more.