Hello, and welcome to the sequel to the most bizarre crossover in existance! As the descriptions says, this is a sequel. As in, not a stand alone story. As in, read the other one first. Got it? Good!

This story is dedicated to the people who reveiwed nearly every chapter of the original- General Herbison, Terra Young, and Just a Crazy Man! All three of you are the best for all your great reveiws, and I sincerely hope you enjoy this sequel as much as the first, if not more!

Please note that during the last story, the plot was based off the movie Megamind. In this sequel, the plot is coming from my own head. scary thought, right? But please bear with me, as these chapters may take a little longer to write than the original's.

Also, this one's different from the original in rating. The original was K+, this is T. There will be a more violence and dangerous scenes in this, as well as character death. You've been warned. ((Still no language or sexual scenes, though, don't worry! A few kisses, and the word Force, that's it.))

Finally, these characters are property of their copyrighted owners. I make no profit off of this story.

Enjoy!

So, here I am again. The verge of death, with time enough to contemplate my fate. A laser beam, slowly descending towards my neck- Obi-wan would have called it cliché, if I had ever in-flick-ted something like this on him.

This time, I'm not a villain. I'm the hero. It seems no matter what I do, someone's after me. Since when am I, Cleverlight, a hero, anyway? It started only a few weeks ago. Here's my story…

"Alright Minion, activate the Fire-inator 5000!" A female voice shouted above the noise of crackling flames and screaming citizens.

"Code: I'm on it!" A robot body with a fishbowl for a head responded to his boss, clicking dials and levers on a control panel.

An alien woman was tossing an armload of blue cubes into the nearby fountain. The instant they hit the water, the cubes transformed into people- all of them charred and coughing. An ambulance standing by was doing its best to keep up with the flow of people, but there were a lot of buildings burning, and therefore, a lot of people. The hero herself was charred, the cape on her back singed at the edges. It was, in all honesty, not an unusual look for her.

Obi-wan Kenobi, Jedi knight and reporter, had a camera intently trained on the action- Aayla, his usual camerawoman, was taken away by the ambulance after a flaming beam had fallen and struck her. He was probably too close, but there was no way he was missing out, on both this footage and on seeing what Cleverlight was up to.

She'd already retrieved all the citizens from all the buildings in record time, using her dehydrator gun to carry them all out of the flames with ease. Now she had some sort of invention ready to put out the fire. Yes, Cleverlight, known to select few as Ventress, and even selecter few as Asajj, was a hero.

The Fire-inator exploded.

Obi-wan backed up, camera still focused, away from the fiery debris coming his way. He stumbled once, but caught himself, thankfully. He didn't want his own actions to distract Ventress right now. She had enough on her hands…

~~~Later that day~~~

"I'm an epic fail." Asajj collapsed miserably into her desk chair.

"I wouldn't say… epic fail…"

"I blew up half the city while trying to put out a fire."

"I wouldn't say half the city. More like… two-sevenths?"

"You're not helping."

"Ok, ok, look on the bright side. The fire's out, right?" Obi-wan's question only earned him a look of cold disdain from the city's hero. She had managed to put the fire out… but only after the explosion had damaged a large portion of the middle of the city. And it had taken the help of the fire department- Obi-wan didn't know why they hadn't been called in the first place, because they didn't show up until after Cleverlight's disastrous attempt.

Recently, his sweetheart had taken on the role of 'town hero'. With her genius mind and clever ways of solving problems, she'd seemed like she'd make a perfect hero, but he was starting to get doubts. Heroes weren't supposed to blow things up every other day, were they?

And then there was the whole… crowd control issue. Anakin, the town's previous hero, had been a natural with crowds. They loved him, whatever he said was a hit, and he felt completely comfortable surrounded by adoring fans. Ventress was awkward about everything to do with crowds. It had surprised him, since she'd held such good face in front of boo-ing masses. It was applauding people that threw her for a loop.

Of course, there was that troublesome little problem of being threatened with being thrown back in jail for the murder of the previous hero. She'd blown him up.

Ok, she hadn't really. Anakin Skywalker was alive and in hiding. However, this arrangement was starting to cause more and more problems for Cleverlight, who was accused (with good reason) of murdering him.

Of course, it was just as recently that she'd become his sweetheart. It had been a long, complicated start to a relationship, but over the past three and a half days, they'd never been happier.

"What do I do?" She was gazing rather mournfully up at the ceiling. "I haven't done one thing right since…" She paused to count on her leather-gloved fingers. "Since last week Saturday."

Last week Saturday, Obi-wan distinctly remembered, was the day after the day she'd saved his life. It was a hard thing to forget, considering he'd been sent hurtling to his death while tied to a large tower. It was currently Wednesday.

"I don't know." Obi-wan dropped down from where he sat on the filing cabinet. "But I have to go edit footage. See you… soon?"

Ventress didn't respond, just sat, staring forlornly down at her desktop as though it held the answer. The Jedi crossed the room, kissed the top of her head, and left, glancing back as he did. He'd jokingly promised her that he'd always look back, since it had saved their lives a few days ago. Hopefully he wouldn't need to save their lives again, at least, not from a pshycopath with superpowers.

"Soon, yes." She responded vaguely.

He'd expected her to show back up at the lair at some point. He'd gone straight there after work, waiting with Minion, her friend and guardian. She didn't arrive and didn't arrive, and at around ten he drove out to the "office of the hero".

The hero's office was a room in city hall, well equipped with communication devices for people to get ahold of the hero. Filing cabinets around the room were filled with notes of every rescue, every heroic event ever completed. A large painting of Chosen One graced one wall, a window was on the other, and someone, presumable Minion, had pinned a rather childish drawing of Cleverlight to the buliten board on the last wall. In all honesty, it looked pitiful next to the painting across from it, but then again, in all honesty, Ventress looked pitiful next to Chosen One.

"Asajj?"

There was no response.

"Ventress?" She was slumped over the desk, head resting on her arm, pen still in hand. He gently laid a hand on her leather-clad back.

The alien scrambled awake with a startled yelp, then glanced up at him, annoyed. "Don't do that to me. I was concentrating."

"You were sleeping, dearest."

"Yes, well, I may have appeared asleep, but I was actually concentrating very deeply in a way that you cannot understand."

"Oh, I understand all right. It's called 'sleep'. And judging from the circles under your eyes, you need some more of it."

"I can sleep when I'm dead." Ventress declared. "And also after I finish all these reports."

"How long have you been here?"

"The whole time since you left, why?"

"Because you worked hard today, and Minion informed me that you left the lair very early to file reports this morning. I think you're overworking yourself."

"Part of the- the…" she stifled a yawn. "Part of the job. Anakin did all this and much more."

"You're not Anakin."

"Are you saying I can't be a hero?"she crossed her arms defensively.

"No, no. Just pointing out that you do not have superspeed. Nor do you have unlimited energy. I say get a secretary."

"Anakin never needed a secretary."

Obi-wan rolled his eyes. "you can't compare yourself to Anakin. No one can. It's like comparing a child's block tower to the Temple tower."

"Look at all these." Ventress, as per her usual self, had not bothered responding to his argument. "Six separate fire reports, cat up a tree, three lost kids, one of whom was under the bed and the other was in the neighbor's garden, and two falling trees. The worst part is that two of those fires were set porpoise-ly."

Obi-wan snorted. "Porpoise-ly?"

"Yes, porpoise-ly!" Ventress insisted. "They wanted me to come out to their house just because of pub-lick-ity and free auto-graphs!"

"I'm sorry, that shouldn't be funny. But 'porpoise-ly', Asajj…" he chuckled. "Porpoise-ly…"

"Oh yes, very funny. I can't say the word right, I'm sure it's hilarious."

"Pur-pose-ly. A porpoise is-"

"I know what a porpoise is. I find it difficult to say purpose and stick 'ly' at the end."

"Really? Why?"

"Because it comes out as porpoise-ly, that's why. And it is not in the least amusing, so don't laugh."

"I'm not laughing." His face said otherwise. Perhaps it was just too late at night, but somehow she found his amusement amusing.

She burst into a fit of over-tired laughter, and Obi-wan was unable to stop himself from joining her. "Alright, so I suppose it is a little funny." She conceded.

"If you're conceding something is funny about your pro-nun-cia-ta-tions than you really must be tired." She was always defensive about the way she spoke. "Go to bed. I'll finish up these and help Minion with any emergencies that crop up overnight."

"Thank you Obi-wan. I appreciate it, really." She stood up from the desk. "Make sure one of you wakes me in the morning, if you could."

"Goodnight, then sweetheart. You'll be taking the hoverbike back to the lair?"

"Yes." She paused. "Do I get a kiss?"

"Oh, of course, absolutely. I wasn't sure you were... comfortable with…"

"What made you think that?"

"Because when I tried to kiss you on Saturday you did this." He tilted his head dramatically to the side in demonstration.

"A lot has changed since Saturday, my dear." She whispered.

He grinned. A lot had changed since Saturday, and although Cleverlight was ever the villainess at heart, she was certainly much better at kissing than she had been less than a week ago. The Jedi gladly leaned in to give her the requested goodnight kiss.

"Now get some sleep. You need to take care of yourself too, darling."

"I will, Obi-wan. I will."