Hey Thunderman fandom! Dear readers! I wann wish you a Merry Christmas and hope you enjoy my new story...or the first chapter of it =). This is my very first story were also my own characters appear...so it's exciting. I hope you have fun reading this and it would make me happy if you would leave a review, especially about how you think the story will develop or what you think about the possible universe presented in here. I post this now, before in 2016 it might not me a possible canon anymore and because I couldn't wait. Here it comes =)..so behold, my new fanfic:

Background Story

Chapter 1: Daddy, can I ask you something?

„Open the gates!"

The voice of Max Thunderman was reflected by the big stony wall which was surrounding his residency and soon his order was accomplished, the wooden doors making a high squeaking noise as they gave free the entrance was filled with portrays of some famous villains, but also rock bands …or paintings of his children. The mirrors everywhere made it look much more spacious than it actually was, illuminated by candle light and dark curtains on the windows.

„Oh there it is!"

Max smiled widely and crossed the room where one of his servants was already waiting for him.

„Master…" he bowed to him quickly before he continued his speech. „I'm glad you came back from…whatever master Thunderman was doing, sir."

„Well, always busy, you know how it is Peter. Being a supervillain isn't easy these days, but I think you wanted to show me something?"

„Yes, sir."

And carefully he removed a black tarpaulin from a new object next to the staircase. „It's your piano, master."

„Yes! Finally!" Maximus let himself fall on the chair next the instrument admiring it with proudness.

„Now I will show Dark Mayhem's son who of us has a lame lair „without any atmosphere…" he imitated said man's nasal voice while quoting him „…my hall is fantastic, thanks to my wife even hundredth per cent eco-friendly and the next time he comes to visit, I will just sit here, playing my music…my evil music, waiting for him to approach me if he dares to…"

Peter nodded now and then in agreement, happy to see his boss content.

"Just one thing is bothering me."

Okay, nearly content.

"Why does it look so new?"

His servant had a hard time not to roll his eyes at him.

"Because it…well, is new Mr. Thunderman."

For a moment Max just stared at the piano, a frown appearing on his forehead as he was deep in thought. Eventually he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well…with a little glue, some of the fake cobwebs and a bit of dust we can fix this. Note to the whole family: No one cleans my piano!"

"I don't think your children would, sir."

Max had to smile at his comment. "I know, but …Mrs. Thunderman…"

Slowly he got up, signing as he observed the staircase.

"What's the matter, master?"

"Nothing…I just don't look forward to walk up these 113 steps all by myself. The escape plan of Bunbury was pure crap, just like I expected…totally forgot again, that he's the only one of us able to make himself invisible, the clown…at least, one of the lasers got him too."

Peter laughed at his boss, but felt his responsibility pushing him to ask more important questions. "Mr. Thunderman is hurt?"

"Not gravely."

He carefully pulled his pants up to reveal a swollen ankle and several cuts on his leg. Hissing in pain as he touched them, he earned a compassionate glance from his servant.

"Why do we have to have 113 steps…!?"

"The master wanted it like this. 13 would be a good number because of its villain tradition and his symbolism for imperfection, like the…-"

" Yeah, yeah. I'm not interested anymore in what I thought was a great idea a year ago! Even though I'm impressed how well you have in mind what I'm telling you…"

He patted the man on the shoulder.

"Let's face it." Max turned to the stairs, but stopped at their bottom.

"Do you want me to carry you, sir?"

Max shook his head eagerly. "No, of course not. That would look ridiculous."

"I just remembered that night of your bachelor party…"

A mocking smirk had appeared on Peter's face, while the other started to redden slightly.

"I told you, we never, ever talk about that again!" Max whispered angrily, but luckily he didn't feel awkward for long tanks to the noisy interruption which came down from the first floor.

"DADDY!"

"Heyyy, girls!"

His two little daughters, seven and four years old, were running into his open arms, hugging him tightly. Whenever he was greeted like this by them both, Max felt his own body relax. It was like there was a permanent tension inside him when he was separated from them, like something important was missing. Stroking his hands through the brown and black curls while holding the fragile hands of his baby's, his world was complete, fulfilled with nothing but happiness and love.

"Daddy, where have you been, mommy was worried for you…" Ellie, his oldest daughter looked at him expectantly, while Dorothy kept launching herself at her father, enjoying being held by him.

"I'm sorry, cutie, but I had to do important stuff…let's not talk about it now. Let's get upstairs and visit mommy, okay?"

The girls cheered in agreement and they slowly made their way to the rooms. Max had a hard time not showing his pain while not only fighting with every step, but also his balance, carrying his younger child in his arms.

The most people would have pitied the young father in this situation, but…

"Ha! Look at you! Danced all night like a maniac, didn't you?"

"Good to see you too, Colosso", Max answered through his teeth while the older man watched him patiently.

He had of course aged over the years, but thanks to his long time in transformation, he didn't look near the age he really was, still wearing his original costume sometimes.

"Yes, this time I actually thought you wouldn't come back anymore…I was so close of taking over this place. And finally change that awful wallpaper of your's."

He laughed, but Max had observed Ellie's scared look at the mention of him leaving without a return.

"What a nonsense, I always come back home. Where else should I go?"

He spoke loudly and with emphasis to make his point as clear as possible, glad to see his daughter's face relax.

"I was just joking around, you know me, Max…" Colosso himself also had understood the situation by now, but he knew his friend wasn't too mad about it.

"Instead of being so funny…hint, hint, no one is laughing…could you please help me here…"

"All right, all right." Grateful Max passed Dorothy over to his arms, making her shriek out in discomfort.

"Noooo…"

Colosso held her safe in his arms. "I wanna be with daddy!"

Tears welled up in her little eyes and Max knew she was on the verge of crying.

"Don't cry, Dori, uncle Colosso just is carrying you upstairs and then I'll take you again, okay?"

The little girl stared at him, still unconvinced if this was a good occasion to cry or not.

"Hey, Dorothy, sweetheart, look up, we got a new awesome picture of your daddy on the wall up there, you wanna see it?" the older man tried to distract her and earned an appreciating smile from Max in process.

"Yes." she answered, her pout slowly fading as Colosso allowed her to sit on his shoulders.

"Thanks buddy, I owe you one."

"No problem." A smirk appeared on Colosso's face.

"Who you really not owe one is the painter of your portrait. Although I think about sending him some flowers. Everytime I see it…it's just epical funny.

Upstairs, the living room:

"Max!" As soon as he had entered, his wife came over to him, embracing him as well.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't come down, but I was so busy in the kitchen…so I sent down the children…"

"It's okay. The main thing is: I'm back now."

He reached out for a gentle kiss.

"Did anything happen this week?"

She shook her head, but then stopped as she suddenly remembered. "Two calls. One from…"- she stopped to make sure no one was listening- "Kaysan."

A hint of concern was visible in her eyes, but Max seemed completely calm.

"What did he say?"

"That you should meet him in person. That he won't give you any information anymore, because he has his doubts about whom to trust…but he didn't treat us or anything."

Max nodded.

"That's good. I will go. Won't be easy to convince him, but let's say, he isn't so smart as he might think he is."

She affectionately stroked his cheek.

"Just be careful."

He smiled hoping to not cause her too much stress in the next time.

"I promise. Who else called…?"

But before she could answer his daughters accompanied by Colosso came running into the room.

"Daddy, you have to see your portrait!" Ellie exclaimed, grabbing his hand to guide him to the door. A bit startled he followed them outside.

"Don't worry, you look great. Completely handsome. " his wife whispered into his ear and as he finally saw it, he had to agree.

"Colosso, why did you have to scare me like this!?"

The older man rolled his eyes at him.

"You may have forgotten it…but we're a super villains! Viva la evil!"

"Viva la evil!" Dorothy and Ellie shouted with glee while Max observed the picture still thinking about his last mission and future plans.

The portray showed him in a sitting pose, his legs firmly on the ground while his arms were behind his head. He was dressed in black completely, a dark cape around his shoulders which was nearly touching his hips. A red bracelet could be seen on his right wrist what had the same flame like colour as the ring on his left hand, which had the letter "T" on it. Watching the details, there was also another weapon in the portray, nearly hidden for the audience: On the left side, on the bottom of his neck, a circle around the letter "C" was visible, like a tattoo or something comparable.

"Saw this?" Max said, showing it to Colosso who smiled widely.

"Even if it's fake, I really appreciate the gesture. It's quite cool…and it shows your loyalty to your mentor."

The older man seemed really moved and Max couldn't remember him saying something so nice in a long period of time.

"No big deal, Colosso. Without you I wouldn't be where I am right now…But I do look good in the picture…how is my motto again? Conquer…-"

"Conquer the world and look good doing it." Ellie recited bored making everybody laugh.

"Maybe I need a new motto…"

Later, in the kitchen:

"Max?"

Max was sitting on the coach, falling asleep now and then as he was so exhausted. Therefore he didn't hear his wife's calls.

"Maximus!?"

Still no answer.

"Octavious?"

"Don't call me that!"

Fine, so he was awake.

"I'm not happy with you."

A pause. "Why's that?" Max tried to look as innocently as possible.

"Peter told me about your injury and you didn't say a thing!"

She sat down next to him, pulling up his trousers and revealing his wounds.

"Oh my. How did this happen?"

Max knew he had to tell her the truth and started to explain while she was cleaning him up.

"We- Bunbury, Thomas, Nairo and myself- were just leaving the company as we got trapped in the wrong corridor. We kinda lost the map when we were climbing in…well, they shot us with some lasers and some got me as you see…"

His wife listened with attention, unable to not worry even though those things already had happened.

"Someone threw a chair after me and…I couldn't block it in time and fell down some stairs. That was when I sprained my ankle."

Max had a strange look on his face telling that last incident and immediately he felt a warm hand on his back.

"Baby…it's all right. I'm sure nobody has noticed your…little problem." She gently rubbed his back in a circular motion. "Maybe, it gets better if you stop being afraid of…"

"I'm not afraid."

He knew he sounded childish, but he couldn't help it. Knowing him long enough, she decided to not go further with it, changing the subject.

"Does it hurt, love?"

"No. Just a little bit." Max quickly weighted his possibilities.

"A kiss would sure make it better."

"You're so spoiled."

"Thank you loads."

He leaned over to her with expectation, but the second time today they were interrupted.

"Eehh…kissing…" Ellie made a face seeing her parents on the couch.

"What do you want, Elizabeth?"

The smart girl approached them quickly, sitting down on the sofa as well. "It's a super villain question."

"Your turn!" His wife got up smirking, leaving him alone with his daughter.

He sighed as he wasn't quite in the mood, but whatever. "What do you want to know?"

"Well...I discussed with Amy who has the coolest dad…you know her father is "The Shadow"…"

"Of course I know him! And?"

"You're the best, I know it!"

He smiled at how his daughter got so ambitious defending his pride.

"But there's one thing which I couldn't tell her…"

She was getting more nervous by second, fiddling with the sleeves of her jacket while Max waited patiently.

"All the great super villains have their own background story. Why they became evil, how they chose to become what they are now…it's in every book or movie I have watched. They tell it right before the showdown."

Max couldn't help, but laugh quickly stopping as he realized it was making Ellie angry.

"What's so funny?!"

"Nothing honey…it's just a bit complicated."

The girls eyes got wide at this, excitement visible on her little face.

"So you have a background story? A really cool one? Tell me, tell me!"

"Yeah…sweety…"

He really didn't know if telling her was the best idea…she was probably too young to understand all of it anyway. Glancing toward the kitchen door, he spotted his wife standing there and nodding in agreement.

"Better tell her, before she hears any rumours" she advised earning a bright smile from her daughter.

Signing in defeat, Max motioned his daughter to sit next to him, wondering how fast his children grew up.

"Well..you know, when I was about 18 years old…"

"Daddy!?"

"What?"

She looked at him sceptically. "That's not quite how they tell it in the movies…"

Okay,…more drama?

"You're right."

Ellie smiled curling up on the sofa next to her father.

"It was a long, long, long time ago in Hiddenville…maybe not so long ago, because I'm still young!...when your father, a teenager of 18 years was confronted with a sudden decision that would change his life forever! He would live dangerous adventures, but finally he managed to get what he wanted. Behold…"

A smirk appeared on Max's face.

"…my background story!"

Actually it wasn't so funny at all…