Ohayho TOKYO! Konnichi wa LONDON! Konban wa NEW YORK! CJzilla here with her second El Tigre fic, "The Game of Love"!

Synopsis: Two mini supervillains need to prove that they are the real deal. Dr. Chipotle Jr. must redeem the respect of his name after a string of humiliating losses by El Tigre. After a bad report card from school, Black Cuervo must prove that she does indeed take super villainy seriously. Both need something big. When their paths cross competition is fierce. Soon their cometition rages to a point where it's a winner-take-all-free-for-all. Villains and heroes alike are in their crosshairs. But are Dr. Chipotle Jr. and Black Cuervo in it for the glory or is their hateful competition fueled by... attraction?

As I tear this city down with my claws, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Fluff me... Flame me... I don't care.

AN: I own nothing pretaining to El Tigre. CJzilla does own your reviews and sanity!

The Game of Love

Chapter 1

Different Worlds, Same Problem

It was a hot afternoon for Miracle City. The city felt like an oven and the sidewalks were so hot that you could fry a tortilla on the street. There was an occasional pop from the random Miracle City pigeon, exploding from the heat. Any activity should be done inside an air-conditioned room, inside your freezer. Unfortunately not everyone was courteous enough to keep all troublemaking activities indoors.

Something a child suddenly shot through the air and came to a rude stop on the lava hot pavement. Tumbling and finally skidding to a stop, boy twitched. As stunned spectators stared at the strange sight before continuing on their way.

"Ow. Guacamole hurts." He moaned, getting to his feet as he held his head. Licking his lips, he got a faint taste of the guacamole fist that launched him down the street. "Mmm. Tasty."

Shaking off the fall the boy stood in the hot street, his features now seen. From under a brown mask a pair of green eyes was seen as his long metal claws gleamed in the sunlight. Manny Rivera, an ordinary thirteen-year-old boy with an extraordinary alias, wiped his face and head. Known as the super-powered El Tigre, a tiger-based super powerful, super brave, super-macho super, Manny was always game for heroism or mischief. It really depended on how he felt or what was going on at the moment. But at THIS moment, El Tigre was playing hero in an effort to stop a rampaging guacamole courtesy of a ten-year-old mad scientist with a food-based monster fetish.

Of all the days to pick a fight, Dr. Chipotle Jr. HAD to start something on the hottest day of the year. Manny was hot and not in the mood for a fight with guacamole. The ground then shook under him. The thirteen-year-old super fell backwards and onto the hot pavement again. Peeling himself off of the black top, Manny sat up and saw the guacamole monster stomping down the street toward him. A loud wicked laugh followed.

"You like my new and improved guacamole monster, El Tigre?!" Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s high-pitched and slightly girlish adolescent voice was even louder than his monster's roar. The ten-year-old scientist was seated on his monster's head, controlling it via his robotic arm's wrist controller. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. bids you to tremble at my awesome beast!"

The ten-year-old kid with wild brown hair, a metal left arm, robotic right eye and laboratory smock smiled wickedly at his archenemy. Dr. Chipotle Jr. laughed crazily as his guacamole monster lifted its fist and brought it down at El Tigre. Manny rolled to the side, getting missed by the avocado fist by inches. Jumping to his feet, the thirteen-year-old super shot his grappling El Tigre fist to the nearest building. Scaling the structure, he jumped to the roof. From there, he could look Dr. Chipotle Jr. in the eye. Grinning evilly at the pint-sized scientist sheathed his claws.

"New and improved? Ha! You still got the same old moves Dr. Hot Sauce Jr.!" Manny laughed. Dr. Chipotle Jr. gritted his teeth.

"How many times MUST I TELL YOU?!" He snarled. "My name is CHIPOTLE! CHIPOTLE! CHIPOTLE! CHIPOTLECHIPOTLECHIPOLTE!"

During his little tantrum, the ten-year-old scientist didn't see El Tigre jump from his rooftop perch. The thirteen-year-old super was flying toward him. With time only to yelp in surprise, Dr. Chipotle Jr. was seized by the front of his laboratory smock. El Tigre gave his pint-sized supervillain nemesis a big, evil smile.

"Isn't this the eighth time I've beaten you this week, Poblano Jr.?" The thirteen-year-old asked. It was more of a rhetorical question because Dr. Chipotle Jr. gulped. "I kinda lost count. Oh well. Eat guacamole Jalapeno Jr."

Bringing his fist up, El Tigre bonked the ten-year-old on the head. The pint-sized supervillain was knocked into and through his guacamole monster's soft head. The monster blinked before it suddenly exploded because the stabilizing control on his creator's wrist was filled with guacamole. Guacamole spewed in all directions and covered the entire street. As the green explosion settled, Dr. Chipotle Jr. was in the middle of the road, stunned and covered in guacamole.

Blinking, the small scientist processed what just happened. Then he heard laughter. Bringing his eyes up he saw El Tigre standing on the rooftop pointing at him and laughing his head off. Then more laughter from the street. To his horror, Dr. Chipotle Jr. saw everyone on the street laughing at him.

"Oye, Dr. Ancho!" El Tigre jeered through his laughter. Dr. Chipotle Jr. looked up at his enemy. "Leave the supervillainy to the REAL supervillains! Go home and stick with your cooking! Cooking! HA! COOKING!"

The thirteen-year-old super screamed with laughter at his joke and fell on his back, kicking his feet. Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his cheeks burn and it wasn't with the heat from the chilies in the guacamole. Gritting his teeth, the pint-sized supervillain pointed his metal arm at El Tigre, ready to blast him into ash for the insults. His arm transformed into a laser gun and as he tried to fire a shot, only guacamole spewed from the barrel of his weapon. Shaking his arm, he tried again. Nothing. Turning his laser blaster to his face, Dr. Chipotle Jr. stared at his weapon. As fate would have it, the delayed laser blast discharged and blew in his face. The pint-size scientist peeped in surprise. Then he heard more, louder laughter. El Tigre and the people on the street were rolling around on their backs, roaring with laughter as tears jetted from their eyes. The embarrassment was almost too much to bear.

Peeling himself out of the puddle of hot guacamole, the smoldering small scientist gritted his teeth, tossed the people laughing at him an evil glare and then slinked off down the street. Dr. Chipotle Jr. had a loooong walk home.

Coming to his Miracle City port-side evil laboratory that he shared with his father, Dr. Chipotle Jr. slammed the door behind him. Grumbling under his breath the ten-year-old super-genius trudged into the dark building. Coming into the main laboratory area Dr. Chipotle Jr. saw his father, Dr. Chipotle Sr. working on some evil genetic experiment. Huffing loudly, the ten-year-old walked toward his father.

"Ah, Diego! Welcome ho-" Dr. Chipotle Sr. greeted without taking his eyes off of his device but a peculiar smell caught his nose. "Do you smell burnt chili?"

By that time Dr. Chipotle Jr. was standing right next to his dad and he growled loudly again. Looking down at his son Dr. Chipotle Sr.'s single good eye widened at his child's appearance. Diego a.k.a. Dr. Chipotle Jr. was covered in burnt guacamole and didn't look happy about it.

"Oh." Was all that came out of the man's mouth. Then he gave an awkward smile at the seething look on his son's face.

"FATHER!" The pint-sized scientist barked, throwing his hands in the air. "I told you to stop calling me Diego! I am DR. CHIPOTLE JR.! "Diego" does not instill FEAR into my enemies' hearts. A mad scientist MUST BE RECOGIZED!"

There was a silence that cut through the room.

"But I like "Diego". That is why Dr. Chipotle Sr. named you that!" Dr. Chipotle Sr. argued. The ten-year-old huffed angrily and crossed his arms. "And I demand to know why you look like a mess and smell like tostadas de chile! And where is your guacamole monster? Buying ingredients isn't cheap!"

Dr. Chipotle Jr. raked his teeth together but refused to look his father in the eye.

"Dr. Chipotle Jr. is wearing it." The ten-year-old mumbled under his breath. Silence from his father.

"Qué? You're… wearing your guacamole monster?" Dr. Chipotle Sr. repeated slowly. Dr. Chipotle Jr. growled; for a super-genius, his father was pretty slow. "How in the name of chili peppers happened?!"

Dr. Chipotle Jr. flinched, not at his father's elevated voice but at the embarrassment.

"Dr. Chipotle Jr. was in a fight with El Tigre, father!" The pint-sized supervillain shot back. Silence again from the mad scientist.

"Oh. Well, that explains everything! Did you win, mi hijo?! Oh, of course you did! How bad did you beat that annoying superhero?!" Like driving the last of the coffin nails into Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s wounded ego, his father excitedly pressed him for details on his "victory". The ten-year-old flinched again.

"I didn't win, father!" He blurted out. "El Tigre beat me."

Dr. Chipotle Jr. made a fist with his good arm, envisioning that annoying teen's head crushed inside his hand.

"I was humiliated and laughed at." The ten-year-old hissed. Then he started to jump around in an angry circle. "El Tigre defeated me in a most shameful way, after which he claimed that I wasn't a real supervillain. And to throw salt onto my injury, he insulted my cooking hobby. In public, father!! PEOPLE WERE TAKING PICTURES!! Do you know how embarrassing that was?"

Dr. Chipotle Sr. looked up to the ceiling.

"Well, you do make a KILLER guacamole, Diego." The man licked his lips and placed a hand on his belly. Dr. Chipotle Jr. groaned, throwing his arms in the air.

"Forget it!" The pint-sized mad scientist spat. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. needs a shower to wash off the burnt guacamole of shame."

Just as the ten-year-old was about to stomp off to the bathroom, his father stopped him.

"Oh, hijo." Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his father's robotic hand on his shoulder. "Do not let one bad battle ruin the evil process. Why if all scientific experiments went right the first time-"

"Dad. I've lost to El Tigre nine times this week. And it's only Tuesday." The ten-year-old stated. Words failed Dr. Chipotle Sr.

"Oo." The man cleared his throat. "Well… you know what the scientific process proves: ten time's the charm. This next battle will be yours."

From all the scientific books the ten-year-old has read, evil or otherwise, none of them said anything like that; it was just his father trying to build up his spirits. But the small scientist would not allow it. His father's name had suffered enough shame! He was determined to fix it one way or another.

"Whatever." Dr. Chipotle Jr. moved out from under his father's hand. The mini-mad scientist hung his head and slinked off toward the bathroom.

Right now, the small scientist needed a shower.

Meanwhile, across town, in an undisclosed location another youngster was feeling the pains of her failure. Thirteen-year-old Zoë Aves sat in a chair in the middle of her family's observation room watching her mother pace in front of her, glaring at a piece of yellow paper in her hand. The girl squirmed slightly in her seat. She was nervous because the paper her mother, Carmella Aves, was staring so hard at was her report card. Zoë knew that her grades were not as good as they should be. The reason for her poor grades this semester was because of her lack of focus. The girl had been preoccupied with her she-villain alias and… El Tigre.

But who could blame her?! El Tigre a.k.a. Manny Rivera was the dreamiest boy in all Miracle City. He had the moves, he had the looks, he had the confidence and he had the power. Though Zoë would never admit ALL of that, she did admit that the thirteen-year-old hunk had "that certain something". But it was a forbidden, one-sided crush; El Tigre was an occasional hero and a Rivera. The Rivera men were known to be heartbreakers, of which Zoë's mother and grandmother were front-row witnesses to. If that wasn't bad enough, the thirteen-year-old heartthrob sometimes played the role as hero, busting her family's criminal ways and locking them up in prison. But… just a look from El Tigre was enough to send her to her knees and to make her brain turn to mush. How she wanted to fight him all day!

"Ch'oung lady!" Zoë's mother cut through her dreamy thoughts. In an instant her report card was being dangled in front of her face. "Dis is unacceptable! I have never seen such poor grades!"

The tall, curvy woman with short bluish-black hair threw the back of her hand dramatically to her forehead. Zoë chewed on her bottom lip.

"But mama-!" The thirteen-year-old goth girl with short purplish-black hair pleaded. Her mother would not have it.

"No Zoë; no excuses." Carmella returned, holding up her hand. "Chu need to put more effort into chur learning. Dis report card is horrible! If chu cannot show me dat chu value chur future as a villainess, I will take away chur wings and chu may no longer be Black Cuervo."

Zoë gasped.

"Mama! No!" She pleaded getting off of her chair. "I do value mi futuro!"

Carmella narrowed her heavily mascaraed eyes at her daughter.

"T'en show me, Zoë." The woman replied, face as straight as a pin. "I will give chu one week, mi hija. One week to prove to me dat chu are applying churself to villainy and not to thinking about El Tigre."

Zoë's eyes widened. How did her mother know about that?

"One week." Carmella repeated before she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. Zoë gulped.

One week? How could she show her mother that she WAS applying herself to villainy? And she was too! She single handedly stole a priceless Bird of Paradise bird from the Miracle City Zoo! Unfortunately El Tigre and his superhero father showed up and thwarted her bird-napping. Okay. That was bad luck.

Zoë mulled over the problem. If she didn't pull some incredibly ingenious, amazing feat of villainy, she could kiss her wings, jet pack and title as Black Cuervo goodbye. It had to be something that would freeze Miracle City in a stupor of terror! But what?

R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!