AN: Got randomly inspired to write this today. I doubt it'll ever be more than a oneshot. WARNING. THIS FANFIC CONTAINS A TON OF SYNLET. STOP READING NOW IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT.

Don't own Buddy, Violet, or "Harris," though I did come up with that name for him. (His voice actor's last name can be used as a first name. Real creative, I know.)

At that specific moment in time, the last thing Buddy wanted to hear was the doorbell ringing.

The inventor sighed as his wife got up to get the door. The thought struck an odd chord with him. We're finally married. I am married to the smokin' hot daughter of Mr. Incredible and-

Before he could finish his thought, however, she'd opened the door. "Is this the Pine hosehold?"

"Uh, yes, who the heck are you?"

"I'm Harris, Buddy's cousin."

"Oh God," Buddy said under his breath, hiding behind the couch.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make the wedding-"

"You weren't invited!"

"Buddy!" Violet shouted. "Why didn't you invite him?"

"Oh, you'll see soon enough," he mumbled as Harris entered the house.

"Wow, nice place you have here. Any kids?"

"Not yet." Violet smiled as they walked into the living room. "I wouldn't let him until we got married."

"Wow, landed yourself one with some commitment this time! Nothing like that Mirror chick."

"Mirage, Harris, her name was Mirage."

"Yeah, whatever. I come all the way from Gotham, and this is the welcome I get? You're sure making me feel welcome here. No offense, Mrs. Pine, you're doing just fine."

"You're from Gotham City?"

"Correction, Vi. He's from Arkham. You know, that place where they put all the crazy villains?"

"So it runs in the family? Why didn't you tell me this?" The dark-haired Super put her hands on her hips and glared at her husband, who was still behind the couch.

"You should be able to tell that some things just run in the family," Harris explained. "Poofy red hair, blue eyes, big chins, large torsos, villainous tendencies, and with the exception of this one-" he pointed in Buddy's general direction- "superpowers."

"Oh, rub it in, why don't you," Buddy grumbled. "Everyone in the family having powers except me helped drive me to genocide, so I wouldn't go flaunting that."

"Aww, you're just jealous," he said with a grin, displaying the large space between his front teeth, and came around the other side of the couch to give his cousin a noogie. "It's been so long since I've seen you, I expected something more than this."

"It's eleven at night!"

"That shouldn't make a difference. Back at Arkham we're open to convicts all hours of the day, no matter who they are or where they come from. Now that's hospitality."

"That's an asylum, Harris. This is a house."

"Any building with you in it is an asylum," he said, finally letting go and standing before his younger cousin. Buddy stood and finally got a good look at him, something he hadn't had in at least ten years.

The last time Buddy had seen Harris, the latter had been seventeen while the former was fourteen. Harris had grown immensely since then, and had lost his punk-style in favor of simpler clothing. A dark purple jacket covered a white shirt with an odd neon green tie around the neck, and pants matching the color of the jacket adorned his legs. Buddy stared at him for a while before noticing that his cufflinks had small eighth notes on them.

"So, you going to introduce me to your lady or do I have to do it myself?"

"She doesn't know who you are aside from being my cousin," Buddy protested.

"Then tell her my villain name!"

Buddy sighed. "Vi, this is my cousin, the Music Meister."