The sun had set hours ago, but the night was still young. Dr. Horrible peered out from around the metal garbage can he was hiding from and lifted his binoculars to his eyes, looking for Captain Hammer. Satisfied when he didn't see him, he crawled slowly out of his hiding place and made his way to the edge of the damp brick wall.
Dr. Horrible spotted his next hiding spot and tucked and rolled towards a lonely mail box. He was getting closer and closer to his main target. The bank. And inside was money waiting to be taken by the white gloved hands of Dr. Horrible himself.
Horrible weapons don't come cheap.
He smirked to himself and looked left and right before dashing across the road. Then he saw her. A few buildings down from the bank was a cheap, little laundromat, but that wasn't it.
What was 'it', was the woman doing her laundry there. Vibrant red hair, vibrant red...under things. His jaw dropped and his run slowed to a sloppy jog then to a full stop.
Only one word managed to work it's way out of his mouth dreamily. "Woa-" And then he was hit mid word. Not by a car (even though it felt like it). But by the one and and (thank god) only, Captain Hammer.
"It's 'Hammer Time'!" The handsome man sang as he flew in and shouldered Dr. Horrible in the chest just as he turned around, gaping. Dr. Horrible was flung into the air by the force of impact and down two blocks where he landed with precision into an open manhole.
He climbed out with images of that beautiful girl floating around his sludge covered head. "Can't you see I'm wearing white? Feces stain!" He shouted down at Captain Hammer even though he was a great distance away. Trust his arch-nemesis to ruin a milestone in his life. Falling in love.
Money could wait.
Dr. Horrible turned around and stalked down the middle of the road. He could hear the citizen's cheering on Captain Hammer who was probably posing for photo's with children as he did every time he defeated Dr. Horrible. No one asked Dr. Horrible for a photo, not even a signature. Wasn't there a little boy or girl out there that wanted the signature of a rising evil villain?
Never mind, Captain Hammer, Dr. Horrible thought. He was going to figure out a way to talk to that girl. Talking to girls was never his forte, but he was determined to talk to this one. He just needed a well formulated plan. Yes, he would figure out what she liked, her schedule, her name. That's how you get to know someone, isn't it?
He brainstormed as he walked and was convinced his plan was going to work. Now he needed a grand title for it. It hit him just as Captain Hammer decided to perform an encore performance.
"You smell, Horrible. See what I did there?" The audience that surrounded them laughed. Dr. Horrible felt his throat close up when Captain Hammer lifted him two feet off the ground by the neck.
"That wasn't that funny." Dr. Horrible choked as he flailed his arms and legs. He gagged and struggled some more but grinned stupidly all the same as he thought up the name for his master plan, blinking when flash from a camera went off.
At least he looked decent this time. Well as decent as you can be covered in sewage water and stinking to high heaven. One time his eyes were rolled back and he was on the brink of falling unconscious when the camera's were flashing. Now that was embarrassing. He still had the newspaper clipping from five different brands. Not a good first impression as a bad-ass villain.
There was only one thought in Dr. Horrible's mind as he was punched repeatedly by Captain Hammer's fist.
'Operation Ginger' was about to commence.
A/N: Depending on the responses I get on this I may continue. Thanks for reading and hopefully reviewing!