Hey guys! First time writer for the Thunderman's! I'll try to stick as close to the storyline as possible from the TV series. There will be many twists and turns for this story. Kind of like the Riverdale remake. No, this is nothing like Riverdale and yes, I will answer reviews. Please review. They boost up my confidence to update.

And now, here's the Outlaws.

The caos of screaming Villains rang through the corridors to King Crab's office giving him the not so pleasurable migraines he had hoped would have been gone within the hour or so.

It has been a week since the defeat of Dark Mayhem. The Villain League's most powerful supervillain and icon villain to all. Besides him was Evilman but that was long before his betrayal to the Villain Leage as he joined the Hero League to support his son's decision into becoming the savior of Hong Kong. If it weren't for that, Evil man would have been the next choice in leading the Villain League back to greatness.

Of course, now their having huge controversy on who should be leading the Villain League now that Dark Mayhem is out of the picture. His wife is being considered as she has lead the Villain League before during her husbands absence on his own missions without her. Aside from her is Dementor who is eager to take the role even if he isn't part of the league. And lastly is himself, King Crab.

Although he should be stoked that he's even being considered, Dementor will do whatever it takes to take the role from the leading candidate, Dark Mayhem's wife Lillian Torrez, the former villain Infierno, down. She's a little spitfire that one and he's a stubborn control freak.

Lillian is by far the best candidate to consider to lead in the Villain League, considering her past experience and among one of the most powerful ones out in the Villain world. Which also makes her a target for any rogue villain who wants to forcibly take her place.

In addition, if she were to take lead, her main focus would be retrieving her husband back, powers and all, all while destroying the Hero League just out of spite. Another con as destroying the Hero League would cause a huge war between the best and the baddest.

Much of the Villain Community doesn't believe she could handle the responsibility, and vocally do so by threatening her and her family. Without her, King Crab is absolutely positive that the Villain League would crumble and succumb to a total Civil War where power will right to the most brutal and idiotic of the bunch.

Bless everyone's soul if chaos were to reign over Metroburg.

"King Crab!" Lady Web shrieked, slamming the door shut.

His claw inched with annoyance, "What Clarissa. Can't you see I'm busy popping bubbles!" Crab gestured to his popped stack of bubble wrap lying on his desk.

Her heavy lidded eyes glared back, offended by his usage of her real name. He rolled his eyes in response. Her presence was beginning to annoy him.

"Crab." She growled out, "Dementor's gone."

Crab scoffed. "So?"

"He left."

"..."

"HE'S DEAD YOU CRABCAKE!" Web screeched, stomping her little stiletto heel into the ground.

The last bubble on his bubble wrap had popped.

"Dead?" He asked in stupor.

Dementor can't be dead. He is by all means literally impenetrable and by all ways nearly unkillable. The only way they could have killed him is with Lanathemum. A rare element gotten with great discretion. If anyone had used that on him, then he'd surely die to to the downfall of his own mind.

Lady Web nodded, "Yeah. He was found with Lanathemum in his system. People are wondering if it has anything to do with the candidacy."

Throwing his used bubble wrap to the ground, the King asked, "What about Infierno?"

Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Like a fish out of water, she was gaping wide but no sound came out.

It was tense silence for a minute before she spoke, "No one knows. Her home was raided and nearly destroyed a few hours ago. No body's were found at the sight."

Is claw twitched.

This was bad. And if the escalated screaming outside meant anything, he knew everyone else knew it was bad too.

The door slammed open again as Scalestro made his way inside almost too rapidly as the door began to shake with the escalated chords of the hysterical Villain society. It left him wondering how long it would take for the building to crumble along with the integrity of the Villain League.

He and Lady Web stared at Scalestro with a calmness so fake, Kim Kardashian would've been jealous. Of course, Scalestro was oblivious to it, staring back at them with fearful eyes and shaky limbs. He almost looked like a civilian.

Scalestro spoke nervously, "The Villains are running amuck! Talking about whether you were the one who killed both Infierno and Dementor or if it's some rogue villain trying to climb the social ladder."

"It wasn't Crab legs here." Lady Web said, "And Infierno isn't dead. Just missing."

Crab nodded, "Exactly. Any news on the killer?"

"No King. There wasn't."

The door shook again. This time, it wasn't from the screaming but hysterical fists pounding on the door.

"They've lost it!" Scalestro said, heading towards the window, "They think your the one who killed Dementor and Infierno."

"I DIDN'T!"

"Does it matter?" Lady Web cut in, prepping her escape, "They're angry they're leader was taken and successors were killed. It doesn't help that you exposed the Villain League's headquarters by nearly killing Thunderman's son!"

"Actually, we were all involved in-"

"Shut it Scalestro!" She exclaimed before throwing her feet off the edge. "Point is, I'm out. Good luck."

The door began to crack.

"Sorry sir." The little snake apologized, "But every Villain for himself." Jumping out the window, the screams of both of his old colleagues were the last thing King Crab heard before the door fell and the chaos descended into darkness.

Elsewhere in Metroburg, a woman wearing sunglasses stared at the Villain League headquarters burning down in flames.

"Mrs. Donovan. It's time to go." The driver spoke, holding open her door for her. She slid inside quietly, watching the city she grew up in begin the Civil War she had only seen as a child ignite. It almost made her grin.

Once the driver slid his seat, he asked, "Are your sure about leaving Mrs. Donovan?"

"Yes Brothsworth. I am. Quit asking. Your making me nervous."

"Of course. My apologies Madam."

She let out a sigh of relief as the car began to move out of this dreadful city.

Out to Hiddenville. She had some business to take care of.