Dr. Horrible: Post-Blog. This was supposed to actually be a story but my brain decided to shut down after getting out this little character ramble, so I left it at that.
Not a joke, not a dork, not a failure...
No. None of that any more. All of his dreams had come true. Well, no. Almost all. There was one... Only now did he realize how important it had really been. How important she had been. He could have given up evil for her. Should have. He should have seen how this path would end. The villain never wins. The villain never gets the girl. But the world was really a mess. Someone needed to do something. And not just pass laws—actually take action. So that's what he did. Or was trying to do. Until... It had just been a game before, he realized that now. Now, it was real. He was a real villain, and not just because he was accepted into the Evil League of Evil. Pathetic losers. They were just like that sack of spineless worms, Captain Hammer. Setting themselves above others and pretending that they were somehow better (or, worse?) than the rest. They didn't know what it was like to feel nothing. His heart? Gone. Technically it still sat in his chest, pumping blood. Keeping him physically alive. But beyond that, it may as well have been truly missing. His mind still worked as good as ever. Maybe even better, unimpeded by emotions. That was important. The world was his and he needed to be objective about what to do with it.