This is a dislclaimer, I do not own Megamind or Supervillian by Nicole Scherzinger. If I did there this song would have been included in the movie and there would have been a lot more kidnappings. I just learned lyrics aren't allowed in fics, so they have been removed. Instead, when she's singing, I desribed the lyrics, so don't confuse the little paragraphs that describe the lyrics with thoughts. The original is on Deviant art, if anyone wants to read it. The link to it is on my profile. Thank you and Please review!

Super villain

Roxanne Richie was just getting into her car to leave work when Hal caught up to her.

"Hey Roxie! Wanna go to karaoke with me? A couple other people are coming and I didn't want you to feel left out." Hal asked

With an inward sigh, Roxanne replied "I suppose I could come with you just this once." It had been an odd two weeks. Megamind had completely left her alone. No kidnappings, no evil schemes, nothing. It was strangely lonely.

"Cool! We'll swing by your apartment and pick you up about 7:00, if that's okay with you." Hal was tripping over himself, trying to get the words out before she changed her mind.

"Oh, that's okay Hal. It's easier for me to just drive myself since the karaoke bar is in between our houses." There was no way that she would become dependant on Hal for a ride home. She would leave when she wanted to leave.

"If you're sure… I'll see you there!" Hal sounded disappointed, but he would live with it. With another sigh, she got into her car to go home and get ready.

. . .

After taking a shower, she went to her drawer and grabbed some undergarments. Only after she put them on did she realize their design. Both were electric blue, with black accents. The bra had black lace straps and black lightning bolts scattered over it, as well as having small silver studs on the cups. The underwear had black lightning bolts and warning signs scattered over them as well as a black lace trim. After the realization, her entire face glowed fuchsia. With embarrassment, she remembered hiding her face as she bought them from Victoria's Secret's new E-vil collection two weeks earlier. She swallowed and went to pick a dress out of her closet.

Of course, all of her dresses were at the dry-cleaners except one. It was the same shade of blue as the undergarments. It had a corseted bodice with black stud-like beading. The hem touched the floor, but a slit up the side revealed the tiniest bit of black lace. Not to mention, the slender straps exposed most of her shoulders and back.

With yet another blush, she realized that the deep V-neck let one little silver stud show. Deciding it would take too much time to find something else, she simply finished the look. She put on some smoky eye shadow, and wrapped a gauzy black scarf around her shoulders. Then, she grabbed her purse, a simple black clutch and headed out the door, out to her car.

She took another look at her car. It was a black Impala with a chrome finish. The interior was black leather and the steering wheel had a blue cover. What was with her lately? It seemed like everything she owned was black and blue…

She got in anyways and drove to the karaoke bar. She walked in and found herself face-to-face with a very flustered Hal.

"Y-you…ah…l-l-look gr-great." He stuttered, all the while, blushing furiously.

"…Thanks, I guess. Where are the others?"

"O-over there." He jerked his thumb towards the table closest to the stage. Silently, she walked over and sat between Martha and Joe, two of her coworkers.

It wasn't long before a waitress came by with a menu for her to order. Without bothering to see what the ingredients were, she chose a strawberry sunrise. Little did she know that it contained vodka and tequila, two alcohols that REALLY messed with her system. She took a small sip, and found it to taste acceptable. Before long, she had finished the first and ordered another. While she was waiting Hal got on stage to sing. She was scarred for life. A familiar beat played as he sang "I'm Sexy and I Know It", complete with the dance. She wanted to dump bleach on her face in hope to burn out her eyes. Instead, she decided to drink enough that hopefully, she wouldn't remember it in the morning. So she took a long draught and finished her second drink…And her third. The alcohol was going to her head. She felt warm and fuzzy from its side-effects.

Come on Rox-a-roo! You still haven't sung yet! Get up on stage and sing!" Hal challenged.

Indulging him again, she decided to play along. She unsteadily sauntered onto the stage. She managed to trip three times on her way to the stage. Being drunk in heels wasn't a good idea. Carefully, she leaned over and told the DJ her request, and smirked evilly.

"Ya know I need a supervillian…" Her words sounded slurred and she dimly realized she didn't know what all of the words were. So, she decided to fill in the blanks in her memory with words that sounded right. She cleared her throat and a catchy beat played, She sang the first verse, she wanted him bad. The bad boy, she wanted him, perferably alone. She decided to add in a little bit of her own " Hey Ollo! Oh!"

The music turned softer and higher pitched. When she started to sing the next verse Metro Man walked through the door. Mr. White Cape and Tights himself. It was obvious that he wasn't her type. It just wasn't her cup of tea.

She struggled to focus; her words were still coming out too fast and slurred. Another figure came to mind as she sang the next verse. Spiked leather and jeans, swagger so mean. That was much more her type.

With some satisfaction, she sounded much clearer. The next verse was about how she knew he was bad for her, but she just couldn't leave him alone. The good guy wasn't her type, she had always liked bad boys. Her voice lowered and got huskier at the end.

"I need a supervillian to come and rescue me!" she sang loudly. She was really getting into her performance now. The next verse was about how The hero couldn't rescue her. That's why the supervillian needed to rescue her. That bad boy was driving her crazy.

A few voices were brave enough to join her for the chorus, while Metro Man watched with horrified eyes. The lyrics were about how she wanted him. She wanted him bad, super bad. Oh, how she wanted him. He was driving her crazy.

The music turned soft and high-pitched again as it turned into the next verse. The lyrics were unrealistically close to her day-to-day life. The hero could try to save her, but he'd rather wear his chains and handcuffs, and be his prisoner. She was tired of being in a Lois and Clark situation. She'd much rather be in Bonnie and Clyde situation.

The begining to the chorus played. She knew he was bad for her, but she still couldn't leave him alone. The good guy was definately not her type. She had always like a guy with a dark side.

The audiance was getting braver. Several more voices joined her for the main chorus. She wanted him bad. Super, super bad. She really wanted him. That bad boy was driving her crazy.

The second part of the chorus played. By now almost the entire audiance was singing along. She wasn't feeling the nice guys, they couldn't save her. She needed the super villian to rescue her. She was feeling that bad boy, he was driving her crazy.

The first part of the chorus played a few times, and she sang, now truely enjoying herself.

Finally, she sang the last little bit of the song. She just wanted the bad boy, and she wanted him alone.

After the last few cords played, Roxanne smirked as she saw the astounded faces and swaggered off of the stage.

"What in the world?!" She heard a familiar voice shout in disbelief. Dimly, she registered it and went 'ugh oh'. She turned and saw Metro Man, who was unable contain his shock.

"Why on EARTH were you singing that? And WHAT are you wearing? Are you TRYING to get kidnapped? You look like you're just BEGGING to be Megamind's evil queen. "

She vaguely felt guilty, but she felt even angrier. How dare he tell her what to do! It was only a song, after all.

"Well mister, you have NO right to tell me what I can and can't sing. I-"

He cut her off quickly, "You've been drinking, haven't you?" He inspected her eyes, finding them dilated.

"That is NONE of your business. I'm leaving." She sashayed out, only to be met with a cloud full of knock-out gas.

. . .

She woke up tied to a familiar chair. "Aw rats, I was just begging to get kidnapped."

"Indeed you were, Ms. Ritchie." A familiar voice answered. "How could you expect me not to, when you're wearing that delicious outfit? I like the lace, spikes and especially the lightning." In horror she quickly inspected herself. The slit in the dress was at just the right angle to show off the lace on her underwear and a bit more of the cup of her bra was visible, just enough to see a full lightning bolt and a few of the silver spikes.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? So what's your diabolically evil scheme tonight?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her eyes fluttered shut and when she opened them, his demeanor had changed. He seemed tenser, and scarier.

"Very much, and there is no e-vil plan tonight. Your kidnapping is the e-vil plan. I want to see how long it takes before Metro Man comes to rescue you."

This was new, a break in the plan. "I'd rather stay here till they sent out a search party for me than call for Metro Man's help and admit he's right." She grumbled.

"I enjoyed your performance by the way. You'd make and excellent e-vil queen. It looks like you'll be my captive for the night." He said sinisterly. 'Oh god, I think I'm actually afraid for once' she thought. 'What does he have in store for me? He wouldn't DARE force himself on me… right?"

His voice snapped her back to her thoughts. "I'll untie you, but the entire place is locked down and guarded by my loyal brain bots. So what's you're pick, do you want to sleep in my bed or on the leather couch?"

"Uggggh, I suppose your bed, I can't sleep on leather." He chuckled evilly and quickly undid her bonds, and encircled her wrists with his hand.

"We better get to bed then, eleven 'o clock is a little late." And then her hauled her to his room, and locked the door. Her eyes snapped open, and she was unable to tell when she had shut them. She shivered, and he handed her a pair of sweats and an old ACDC tee shirt. He gestured to a door and said "The bathroom is there if you want to change.

Unwillingly, she took them and muttered "Thanks". She quickly changed in the bathroom, and came back out to find Megamind, shirtless and in a pair of sweats. It made her do a double take. His seemingly skinny frame was loaded with long, lean muscles. The panes of his chest were perfectly chiseled and a smirk played at his mouth. "Do you like what you see?" he inquired. In shame, she hung her head and climbed into the bed and lay down on the side closest to the wall. He climbed in also and scooted closer too her.

In a matter of minutes, he was asleep, and she closed her eyes also, but she found out the hard way he was a restless sleeper when she opened her eyes again. He kept scooting closer and closer to her until he was cuddled behind her. Something hard poked her and she heard him moan sleepily "oh Roxanne" 'Ughh' she silently moaned. She tried repositioning herself away from his pointy elbows and accidentally grazed the back of his neck with her hand. In an instant, his eyes shot open and he stared at her intensely.

Then, slowly he moved to straddle her hips. She couldn't move, she was paralyzed with shock. He was on top of her. Slowly he leaned down and started to pepper kisses along her jaw. "Do you like that mon amour?" he whispered sleepily. He gently moved down her neck to where her neck and shoulder met. Gently, he nipped the skin and sucked.

She knew she should protest, push him away, but she couldn't. "I'll take that as a yes." He murmured. Inexorably, he moved to her mouth, his soft lips persistently pleading hers to open. With a sigh, she granted his wish. His tongue darted in, and licked the roof of her mouth, and her body being the traitor it is, moaned.

His hands danced along her sides, until he found a spot right above her hips. She moaned again, unable to control her response. His mouth left hers, and started to nibble on her ears, and was met with a squeal. His hands slid a little further up.

By now she was breathless. His mouth moved towards hers once again, and she closed her eyes in anticipation. Abruptly, her eyes fluttered open. Megamind was on the far end of the bed, with his back turned to her and fast asleep. Was it all a dream?

Slowly, he stretched as he woke up. She pretended to be asleep, and he lightly tapped her shoulder. "I'll go get Minion and have him get you ready while I call Metro Man. You can keep those." He said, gesturing to his tee shirt and sweats that she was wearing. He crawled out and left.

A few minutes later, Minion popped in. "Sir says that I will just take you home. Metro Man took a vacation day today."

"Okay, thank you Minion."

"Come here, I won't use knock out gas, but I need to blindfold you", and she complied.

While in the car, she asked Minion "What happened exactly last night?"

"Ms. Ritchie, it was quiet a scene. One of the brain bots found you outside the bar, drunk, and I came to get you so you wouldn't hurt yourself. When you got to the lair, Sir teased you about your performance at the karaoke bar, but you seemed to nod off and mumble something about 'rather saying here than proving Metro Man right' and 'in your room, not the couch'. He carried you to his room and you seemed to snap out of it long enough to get changed, but then collapsed onto the bed. He tucked you in and tried to sleep, but you squirmed quiet a bit… and moaned."

Horror washed over her at the revelation. All of the twisted parts, the ones that didn't seem to fit, came from her imagination. What was WRONG with her? What kind of a sick mind did she have to imagine those things about Megamind, who she knew personally wouldn't harm a fly, despite his performances? And that late night make-out session was just a dream. She shuddered, and Minion pulled up to her apartment building.

"There you go Ms. Ritchie, see you next week!" He called as she got out of the car.

She numbly climbed the steps and unlocked her apartment. It was Sunday, her day off, so she didn't have to go to work. So she lounged around the apartment in his clothes, strangely unwilling to take them off. They smelled like him, like designer French cologne and aged leather. She contemplated her night, and swore to never drink again and wondered if she was developing Stockholm Syndrome.

I can't believe I forgot this but, the French-to-English translation of "mon amour" is " my love"