Ohayho todo el mundo! CJzilla here with another update. Sorry it's a little late... and long... In this chapter Zoe and Dr. Chipotle Jr. are opponents in a war of words. Enjoy.
As I trample this city into dust, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Love on me, hate on me, I don't give a churro.
Anyminuetnow: I dig the Dr. Chipotle and Black Cuervo pairing. It's not popular but I love it.
acosta perez jose ramiro: Yeah, Spanish grammar errors. I'm poking fun at myself since the last fic I did, I made a lot of grammar errors. Glad you caught it!
KingOfTheLab: Dude! Mad scientists like yourself have FREE WILL! I'm not expecting you to read my fics. I'd much rather have you read by free will than think I'd have a complex if you didn't read. That being said, I'M GLAD YOU'RE READING!
Chapter 4
Fire and Fury
Zoë simply stared at the boy. The little scientist fought her villainous flirting! Dr. Chipotle Jr. resisted her dark manipulation! Suddenly the thirteen-year-old felt like a rug had been pulled out from under her feet. Her secret weapon had failed to mesmerize this little geek! NO! Zoë's charms were undeniable! She could bring El Tigre to a night of villainy with but a bat of her eyelashes! How? How was this little chump immune?!
The reality must have surfaced on her face because the mini mad scientist was looking at her funny.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. was even more uncomfortable with Black Cuervo than he had been two seconds ago. The thirteen-year-old villainess looked as if someone just put an electric eel into her shirt. She was staring, those malicious red-violet eyes becoming distant like she was suddenly deep in thought. Finally her faraway stare was just too much for him. Dr. Chipotle Jr. gritted his teeth.
"Dr. Chipotle Jr. advises you to close your mouth before you swallow a fly." The ten-year-old super genius let a small smirk go. Then he frowned, disgusted.
By that time Zoë realized her jaw was slack and her eyes were wide. Closing her mouth and gulping, the taste of not getting her way was horrible. Still, Zoë hadn't taken her eyes from Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s. She saw him huff angrily.
"Stop STARING!" The ten-year-old fumed leaning toward her, fists clinched tight. Nothing; Black Cuervo was still looking right at him. "And if you stare any harder at Dr. Chipotle Jr., Black Cuervo, Dr. Chipotle Jr. will barf."
Zoë blinked. He was disgusted and creeped out by her. Not exactly what she was going for; the thirteen-year-old would rather have him intimidated or enamored with her. The creepy factor was a bit hard to manipulate, not to mention it wasn't flattering. Fascination yet irritation roared inside Zoë.
"Can't take a little stare, Chipotle?" She ridiculed. Dr. Chipotle Jr. stared right back.
"Can't take not getting your way, Cuervo?" He bit. She gritted her teeth.
Zoë wasn't staring anymore, instead she was glaring. Yes, she disliked not getting her way but she hated it even more now that this little geek wasn't cowering at her.
"Dr. Chipotle Jr. is not moving from this couch, Cuervo." The mini mad genius growled.
"Neither am I, Chipotle." Black Cuervo returned. Dr. Chipotle Jr. gritted his teeth.
"This side is Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s." He flopped down on his butt, leaning against the arm rest of the sofa. The thirteen-year-old girl jumped back to the opposite side of the couch.
"And dis side is mine." Zoë barked flopping down on her side of the couch. Both glared at each other again.
Muttering curse words under his breath, Dr. Chipotle Jr. folded his arms and sat angrily stared off, hoping that somehow Black Cuervo would disappear. He was so mad he didn't see Black Cuervo watching him.
Zoë looked over to the ten-year-old scientist. His head was back against the couch's headrest, glaring at the ceiling as he was wishing he was somewhere else. She felt her mouth curl into an amused grin. Wow. Dr. Chipotle Jr. looked kinda cute when he was mad. Now she could continue torturing him.
Was Dr. Chipotle Jr. SURROUNDED by idiots? Yes. Adults and "playmates" alike. This was a joke. A sick, twisted joke that he was sure the universe was pulling on him. First he was at his archenemy's house and he couldn't so much as TP it! Then he was insulted by Puma Loco, to which his father did nothing to help! To aggravate him further Che and the Cactus Kid were considered "villainous". That was a laugh! The worst Che ever did was cheat in soccer games and the Cactus Kid was… the Cactus Kid. Then SHE showed up. Black Cuervo didn't help Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s blood pressure but… she was halfway worthy of note. She was, after all, always up to no good.
The thirteen-year-old girl could hold a decent insult-fight. That was more than El Tigre and the other idiots Dr. Chipotle Jr. had the opportunity to insult. But Cuervo was another superficial girl, getting incensed when she couldn't get her way. She was spoiled and annoying to boot. Thank goodness she was quiet now or Dr. Chipotle Jr. would-!
"So did chu lose chur arm in some nerdy-science-experiment accident or did chu cut it off an' replace it just for de heck of it?" Black Cuervo asked, her tone clearly indicating that she was insulting him. Under his hand, Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt a scowl cover his face. "Den if chu cut off chur own arm, den what happened to chur eye? Did chu wake up one morning an' decide dat chu wanted a robot's eye?"
Dr. Chipotle Jr. tensed but still said nothing. He was above her trivial games. If he let her little insults get to him, she'd win. No way would he let that happen. He could ignore her; he just had to try a little harder. Okay. He had to think about something else, something that would drown out her stupid babbling. Must… find… happy place…!
Zoë grinned silently as she watched him get increasingly annoyed.
"Well if chu cut off chur arm and popped out chur eye, is chur legs next? Den chu'd be like some robotic pirate. Now all chu need is a parrot and stupid hat an' chu will be de pirate chu've always aspired to be." Dr. Chipotle Jr. sat up, stomped to the center of the couch and glared absolute daggers at her. He was mad again and that cute-angry look resurfaced on his face.
Zoë let a small giggle go. The thirteen-year-old girl crossed her legs and gave him an innocent expression
"Chu don't have to say a word. I know dat chu have a secret obsession for pirates, Chipotle. Chur secret's safe with me." Oh, he was so fun to tease. She heard his robotic fist grind.
The ten-year-old scientist's nostrils flared and he felt his anger bubbling.
"I… hate… you." Dr. Chipotle growled with the ferocity of a villain ten times his size. "You are a pretty-...!"
He paused, processing what had just come out of his mouth. "Pretty"? Where in the HECK did THAT come from?!
"I-I mean a PETTY princess and Dr. Chipotle Jr. wishes to have nothing more to do with YOU!" He snarled. "Now kindly… SHUT UP!"
Without waiting for her reply, the ten-year-old scientist stomped back over to his side of the couch, flopped down and glared off. That… was embarrassing. It was her fault! If she wasn't such a stupid idiot, THAT wouldn't have happened! But whether Dr. Chipotle Jr. knew it or not that fluky word sent a fluky shy look to his face for a split second before anger ate up his expression.
Zoë too was surprised. Dr. Chipotle Jr. said "pretty"! For a second her insides were tickled with the feet of a thousand sugary butterflies dancing on flower petals and giggling gleefully! Zoë sat there stunned before she gradually realized she succeeded in annoying Chipotle to action. An evil smile crept over the thirteen-year-old girl's face.
Cuervo one, Chipotle one.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. was staring at the ceiling, his angry expression gradually fading. Black Cuervo hadn't said anything since he accidentally-… Uh! He couldn't even THINK it without feeling nauseously embarrassed! At least she didn't press him. Maybe Cuervo didn't even notice the "P" word. Dr. Chipotle Jr. prayed she didn't hear him. The mini mad scientist couldn't help but wonder what she was doing across the sofa.
Stealing a subtle glance at the annoying teen, Dr. Chipotle Jr. saw Black Cuervo sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling just as he was. Her red-purple eyes were glazed over with thought as she followed the creases in the stucco ceiling with her glance. Now Dr. Chipotle Jr. could get a good look at her eyes. Though she wore a lot of makeup, her eyes were still stunning. Reddish violet, like the juiciest red grapes he'd ever seen. Cuervo was actually kinda pretty when she wasn't insulting him.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. caught himself. Turning his head, the tiny supervillain stared at the ceiling again. He too followed the cracks and curves in the stucco ceiling with his eyes. Things were incredibly quiet in the room now. The Cactus Kid was somewhere, probably unconscious, Che's disembodied head was still on the bookshelf and Black Cuervo was quiet. Finally the late night was catching up to him and Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his mind get heavy with sleep. It was past his bedtime. With the haze of sleep slowly overcoming him, Dr. Chipotle Jr. watched his eyelids close. Drifting slowly but steadily to sleep, he listened to the hum of the room's ceiling fan hum as it blew tender wafts of air onto his face. He couldn't stop himself from drifting off.
Between the void of sleep and consciousness, Dr. Chipotle Jr. suddenly felt something poking him on the head. Sighing, the mini scientist turned his head and let sleep blanket him. But then he felt the poking again, harder and faster this time. He lifted hand to swat the nuisance away when the back of his hand hit something hard and kinda hollow. Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s eyes shot open. Sleep had twisted his vision but he saw Black Cuervo standing next to him, her face nearly on his. Yelping in surprise, he jumped five feet in the air.
There was something about scaring the little scientist that gave Zoë sick pleasure. Freaking out the ten-year-old gave her a glorious rush of sugar, adrenaline and endorphins all piled into one moment of sweet revenge. A harmless spook yet oh so satisfying to see Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s eyes widen with surprise followed by the classic "heart grab" and concluded by the universal "You-almost-gave-me-a-heart-attack!" reaction. Zoë watched the pint-sized mad scientist hold his heart and glare at her.
"You are the creepiest chica Dr. Chipotle Jr. ever had the displeasure of meeting!" He growled, words dripping with poison.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. saw the girl's face brighten into a twisted smile.
"Well chu are by far de shortest, most annoying chico I've ever met." Zoë returned, sticking her nose in the air. Dr. Chipotle Jr. let this insult slide; at least she wasn't staring at him anymore.
As she pouted, she stole a sneak peek at the scientist's face. He wasn't even looking at her anymore. Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s face was as straight as a pin as he stared at the floor.
"But since chu brought it up, I am Black Cuervo." Zoë stretched out her hand, unaware that she was introducing herself nicely. Her shake went unrecognized as the pint-size scientist stared off into space, blatantly ignoring her!
Now she was starting to get angry.
"But I wouldn't want to meet chu even if chu begged me." Zoë turned to him, still standing on the couch as she tapped her boot impatiently. To her absolute irritation, Dr. Chipotle Jr. got off of the couch and walked past her to the bookcase, continuing to snub her.
Rage burned inside of her as she watched the mini super genius glance over the books on the shelves. Dr. Chipotle Jr. rocked back on his heels, ignoring both Black Cuervo and Che's dismembered zombie body sill running in a circle next to the bookcase. Zoë hopped off of the couch, landing loudly and glaring at the scientist.
"And for chur information, we did not meet properly, so chur comment was incorrect." Zoë voiced, hoping that was enough to get a rise out of the ten-year-old. Turning her head, she gave her best pout and waited for Chipotle's rebuttal.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. simply reached up to a book, silently looked at the cover and leafed through it.
Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Zip. Zero. Goose egg! Zoë had had enough of the ten-year-old paying no heed to her insults and treating her like she wasn't a threat! Stomping over to the mini scientist, she made fists with her hands. Grabbing his shoulder, the thirteen-year-old villainess whirled him around, smacked the book out of his hand and grabbed the front of his smock. Raising her free hand, Zoë exposed her purple talons and held them above the boy's head threateningly.
"Not only is it rude dat chu ignore me, it is bad for chur health, Chipotle." The little villainess hissed, words dripping with poison and violence. Now Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s had no choice but to pay attention to her!
Just as suddenly as she thought she had the upper hand, the ten-year-old boy's mouth waved because he was suppressing a huge guffaw. Dr. Chipotle Jr. cleared his throat, tears of laughter coming to his eye. Black Cuervo was desperately fighting for a reaction out of him. She was easy for him to ignore and that made her amusingly infuriated. The mini scientist couldn't hold it in any longer. A huge guffaw burst out of his mouth and raged out of control.
Zoë was thunderstruck and supremely infuriated. He-… He was laughing at her! This was not the reaction she craved.
"Shut up!" Zoë barked, feeling her cheeks get strangely warm at Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s gut-busting laughter. "Stop laughing!"
Dr. Chipotle Jr. bit his lip in an effort to stop a laugh that could interfere with his insult.
"Dr. Chipotle Jr. thinks that you are supremely trivial, Cuervo." The ten-year-old snickered, biting down a laugh. "You lose the spotlight for a second and you get a complex. You really are a spoiled princess, aren't you?"
Again, another round of laughter from Dr. Chipotle Jr. Zoë's fist tightened on the front of his laboratory smock. Her teeth were clinched so hard together she could nearly feel them crack. How she wanted to beat Chipotle to a pulp. But an unexplained need to have him focus on her overruled her want to mash him.
"I do not want de spotlight, short-stuff." She brought him closer to her face. "I want to see chu cower before me. I am not one to be taken lightly."
Through his laughter, Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt her breath on his face. Opening his eye, he saw how close she'd pulled him. Suddenly forgetting how angry she looked, the mini mad scientist grew wary of her nearness.
"Cower? Me? Dr. Chipotle Jr.? HA! Dr. Chipotle Jr. cowers before no one! Including stuck up little harpies like you, Cuervo." He reached up with his good hand and put a fingertip on her helmet, subtly pushing her face away from his. Black Cuervo wouldn't have it.
Snatching the front of his laboratory garb with both hands, she pulled him so close that they were pressing their foreheads together.
"Chu SHOULD fear me, short-stuff." Zoë hissed. "I am Black Cuervo! Queen of de skies and member to de Flock of Fury!"
The thirteen-year-old villainess stared down at the scientist. Dr. Chipotle Jr. wasn't reacting the way she wanted. Zoë wanted anger, rile and rage, not deadpanned disinterest! She was used to being the center of attention. She was Black Cuervo! Zoë was supposed to be feared not ignored!
Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt the threads of his smock strain. He was fed up with her tantrum.
"Dr. Chipotle Jr. will never fear you, Cuervo." The ten-year-old returned firmly and grasped one of her wrists with his good hand. "Now let go of Dr. Chipotle Jr. before you regret it."
Zoë seethed.
"Chu threaten me again, short-stuff?!" The thirteen-year-old villainess growled. Dr. Chipotle Jr. held his eyes to hers, not flinching one bit.
"Yes!" He snarled back. "Che threatened Dr. Chipotle Jr. and now look at him."
Che's undead zombie head was still on top of the bookcase, silently and curiously looking down at the two villains as his dismembered body ran around the room.
"And Dr. Chipotle Jr. will do the same to you, harpy!" The ten-year-old super genius fumed. "Now… RELEASE ME!"
Zoë smirked and pulled him still closer. This was good. She made him angry; the first step to manipulating him.
"Make me, short-stuff." She returned. Gritting his teeth though smiling, Dr. Chipotle Jr. accepted her challenge.
"Gladly." He raised his huge robotic arm to inflict a blow. But before either of them could tear into each other, both were doused with water.
Gasping sharply at the chilly water, the Black Cuervo and Dr. Chipotle Jr. separated. Their eyes came to the Cactus Kid.
The sixteen-year-old gag-off had come running into the room with Zoë's glass of water. Fearing for his life at the hands of the ruthless Black Cuervo, the teen rushed to give her a glass of water. In his haste the Cactus Kid had tripped on the rug and the water flew out of its cup, dousing Dr. Chipotle Jr. and Black Cuervo with icy water.
The sixteen-year-old criminal's eyes went wide when he saw the looks of seething rage on their faces. The anger they were about to use on each other, the mini scientist and little villainess now turned their rage on the Cactus Kid.
"Now, now. Easy you two." The Cactus Kid stood up and held his hands out defensively. The two infuriated kids stalked slowly toward him. "Let's uh-… let's not do anythin' we'll regret tomorrow."
"You stupid knucklehead." Dr. Chipotle Jr. hissed. The ten-year-old lashed out with his robotic arm and seized the Cactus Kid by the ankles.
Lifting him clean off the floor and upside-down by his powerful mechanical arm, the mini mad scientist paused.
"Now, what would be a suitable punishment for such a clumsy bonehead?" Dr. Chipotle Jr. snarled, shoulders raised and eyebrows furrowed dangerously. His statement was more of a rhetorical question but he got an answer.
"I say we take his hat and beat him with it." Suddenly Black Cuervo was right beside him again, her purple talons poised to strike the Cactus Kid. Though she disgusted the mad scientist, her idea wasn't half bad.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. gave the Cactus Kid an evil smile.
"Dr. Chipotle Jr. says that is a good plan." He returned. Without another word, Black Cuervo jumped toward the sixteen-year-old.
She yanked off his hat, which was a huge cactus with gigantic needles. The thirteen-year-old girl grasped the cactus with her gloved hands, cranked back her arms and began to wail on the goofy criminal. Zoë got in a few good whacks before the Cactus Kid's pathetic whimpering annoyed the poker playing adults.
"Oye!" Came a snarl from the doorway of the kitchen. Jumping slightly, Black Cuervo and Dr. Chipotle Jr. paused from pummeling the Cactus Kid.
There was Puma Loco standing in the doorway, looking as annoyed as possible. The old man glared, folded his arms and his eyes behind those thick glasses narrowed dangerously. Dropping the beaten and needled Cactus Kid to the ground, Dr. Chipotle Jr. gave Puma Loco his best innocent look. Zoë dropped the cactus hat and glared back at the elderly supervillain.
"Dis is de last warning I will tell chu two brats. I do not want to hear ano'der peep out of chus." Puma Loco glared first at Dr. Chipotle Jr. then to Black Cuervo. "We are trying to play poker. Chur constant arguing and shouting is t'rowing off our concentación. I advises chu two to play somet'ing quieter."
Puma Loco's wrinkly mouth creased with an angry frown before he turned on his heel. The grumpy old man walked back into the kitchen and back to his poker game.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. narrowed his eyes at Puma Loco. Just when he was starting to have some evil fun at the Cactus Kid's expense, the adults had to ruin it. Then he heard Black Cuervo give an irritated growl. She too was glaring at Puma Loco as he disappeared back into the kitchen.
"I am surrounded by idiots." Both kid villains simultaneously mumbled. They glanced at each other.
For a second both of their mouths waved with a laugh but their pride and anger displaced the friendly moment. Dr. Chipotle Jr. was the first to break the stare. Muttering curses under his breath, the mini mad scientist walked back to the couch, sat and pouted angrily. Again, he didn't see Zoë watching him. She felt her face tickle with a grin. His mad yet very cute face was back.
Zoë sighed quietly to herself making a mental note to somehow get that old Puma Loco villain to eat a horse laxative and shuffled back over to the couch. Still not ready to relinquish possession of the sofa, both kid villains sat together again.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. heard Black Cuervo walk back to the couch and sit down. Looking up, he stole a glance at her face. The thirteen-year-old girl sat facing him, her red-violet eyes halfway narrowed. Suddenly he locked eyes with her.
"Chu are lucky dat Puma Loco stepped in, Chipotle. I would have smeared chu all over dis room." Black Cuervo smirked evilly at him. Dr. Chipotle Jr. scoffed and looked away from her.
"You wish. Dr. Chipotle Jr. would have blasted you so fast, it would make your head spin." He retuned, a light amused smile dancing on his face. Fatigue set in again and the mini mad scientist found himself staring off.
"Chu look soñoliento, Chipotle." Black Cuervo observed. Dr. Chipotle Jr. cupped his chin in his hand. "Chu usually go to bed before de fun starts?"
"No. Dr. Chipotle Jr. is bored." He returned then shot the thirteen-year-old girl a glare. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. will not drift off again with YOU in this house."
Zoë giggled.
"Chu are fun to irritate, Chipotle." The villainess returned. Dr. Chipotle Jr. frowned at her. "I love de noche so dis is no problema. T'ough, I'd rather be robbing a pawn shop den looking at chu."
The mini mad scientist smirked.
"Likewise, chica." He told her. But when he looked at her, he saw that Black Cuervo's eyes were no longer on him.
Instead there was a steady look of horror that came to her face. Then Dr. Chipotle Jr. caught the voices of the adult villains inside the poker room. As the adults were playing their game, they were busy gossiping. Black Cuervo was oddly the topic of discussion between the Flock of Fury and the other villains.
"-Cuervo's report card came in yesterday. Bad, bad scores; very shocking." Voltura stated angrily. Dr. Chipotle Jr. strained to listen.
"Tres "D"s and tres "C"s!" Lady Gobbler blurted out. "Cuervo no longer applying herself to school and of late… villainy. De last time she pulled off a bueno robbery was weeks ago! Every time dat El Tigre show up, she freeze."
Zoë's face paled.
NO! WHY?! Why did her mother and grandmother blab her shameful grades to the other supervillains?! To her horror/embarrassment Dr. Chipotle Jr. reeled with laughter. The super genius ten-year-old crashed to the floor, guffawing. As she watched the boy grow weaker because of his side-splitting laughter, Zoë felt like her face was on fire. Hopping off the couch, she pounced on Dr. Chipotle Jr. This time, as she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, she would definitely punch his lights out!
"Silencio maggot!" Zoë fumed. That did nothing; the ten-year-old's face was red, almost purple from laughing so hard.
Not able to stop the shameful blush that hit her face, Zoë cranked back her fist, ready to give Dr. Chipotle Jr. a punch that his father would feel. But before she could let it fly, she overheard the rest of the conversation in the kitchen.
"Eh. Bad grades are not such a big deal. You can fix da school system and get her straight "A"s for now on." Don Baffi voiced nonchalantly. Then his tone changed darkly. "But if your brat it featured in Villain's Quarterly under da worst losses of all time well… Dat's disgusting. You know what I'm talking about don't you, Chipotle?"
By that time, Dr. Chipotle Jr. silenced his laughter to hear what his father's reply was going to be. He heard his father slam his hand down onto the table.
"Don Baffi! Dr. Chipotle Sr. advises you to watch what you say!" Dr. Chipotle Sr. hissed. Then General Chapuza huffed quietly.
"We all have seen de latest magazine, Chipotle. Chur son is a disgrace to you and all villains in Miracle City." The undead zombie general voiced. Puma Loco gave a small laugh.
"Sí. Since Monday chur son has lost to mi grandson nine times! Dat's no befitting a true villain, Chipotle. But chu know what dey say: childrens are de reflection of their parent." The elderly supervillain stated dangerously. "Perhaps chu have not done a good job raising chur hijo, Chipotle."
Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his jaw drop to the floor.
NO! It-… It was just a rough spot! A rough spot that ever true supervillain goes through! They CAN'T blame his father! Then he heard Black Cuervo laughing hysterically. Spinning his head he saw the thirteen-year-old girl fall to the ground, holding her sides as she laughed. In an instant Dr. Chipotle Jr. was on his feet and his laser blaster shot out of his arm.
Zoë laughed and laughed. Dr. Chipotle Jr. was in Villain's Quarterly with one of the worst losses of all time! HA! For a second there, she almost took him seriously. Then a laser blast clipped her helmet as she rolled around the ground. It was enough to hurt and get her attention. Suddenly Zoë was staring down the barrel of Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s laser cannon. A blinding rage was all over the ten-year-old's face.
"Silencio microbe!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. absolutely seethed. Zoë saw another blast coming toward her.
The girl raised her foot and kicked the mini mad scientist's aim off of her. Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s laser blast hit the ceiling and Zoë bounced onto the coffee table.
"How does it feel to be de joke of Miracle City, Chipotle?!" Black Cuervo jeered, her laser blaster poised to fire.
Infuriated, Dr. Chipotle Jr. flipped the coffee table that the girl was standing on with a flick of his robotic arm. But Zoë was ready. She jumped into the air and fired a shot at the pint-sized scientist. Dr. Chipotle Jr. dodged her laser blast by the time she fell back down to the ground.
"How does it feel to be stupid shame, Cuervo?!" Boom! Dr. Chipotle Jr. let another laser blast fly.
Hopping mad, Zoë juked to the side and the scientist's laser blast hit the wall behind her. She snatched a couch cushion and threw it. It hit Dr. Chipotle Jr. in the face. He reeled back a little bit before he regained his footing. Snatching the table from the center of the room, Dr. Chipotle Jr. threw it at the girl. Zoë bounced into the air, the table coming within inches of her ankle. She countered with a laser blast. Her aim wasn't even close to hitting the mini mad scientist. Instead it flew and ricocheted into the kitchen.
Dr. Chipotle Jr. shot another laser at the thirteen-year-old girl. Zoë managed to bend out of the way and the blast zipped under her arm and struck the TV. Jumping into the air and activating her rocket pack, Zoë flew toward the ten-year-old. Dr. Chipotle Jr. stood his ground and was tackled by the girl. With the mini mad scientist in her arms the thirteen-year-old villainess slammed him against the stucco wall. Giving a grunt of impact, Dr. Chipotle Jr. brought his robotic arm up. He grabbed Black Cuervo's jet pack and gave it a hard squeeze. Zoë's rocket pack buckled under the little super genius's robotic arm's strength.
"SHORT LOSER!"
"ILLITERATE HARPY!"
Both scientist and villainess fell to the floor, still throwing punches at each other. Wrestling with each other's laser weapons, Black Cuervo and Dr. Chipotle Jr. tumbled around the room, laser blasts flying in all directions. Finally they came to a stop. Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s robotic arm was transformed into a battle axe and had it risen above his head at the girl. Zoë had the barrel of her laser blaster on her opponent's chest. They were seconds away from wasting each other. Thankfully the adult supervillains jumped in.
Namely, their parents.
R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!