Oh how much he hated to eat his own words.

The villains were arguing back and forth and not listening to a word he said in the convention room, though he tried hard to get their attention politely.

"Guys.. Uh- If you could just- W-what I was wanting to say is-", Chuck stammered, trying to be heard above the commotion.

Suddenly the doors flew open and all the chatter ceased as Wordgirl and Dr. Two-Brains came strolling in.

"Hey! Everyone! Who is LOVING this new hero-free reign?", Two-Brains said, the most casual of tones in his voice, the biggest smile etched into his face. "Honestly, I don't know the last time I had such a good haul-in of cheese! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh.. Um.. H-hi..", Chuck said nervously.

"Chucky! Baby, what's happening?", Two-Brains came up and leaned against the podium. "Was it a mix-up or what? I didn't get the memo that we were having a convention."

"N-No. It must've been some um.. Some mix up..", Chuck couldn't take his eyes off of Wordgirl, nor did any other villain.

She floated through casually. Captain Huggy face giving off a leer here, and a leer there. The room suddenly seemed to be deafening, though not a word was said. Not a noise to be stirred other than the wind made by her gentle float. Only Tobey could hear his heart pounding in terror as he stared at Wordgirl. Yes, now that he had a good look, it seemed certain she was Becky. His blood ran cold, thinking of what sort of power a mad man like Two-Brains had over her. He saw what she did to Glen on the news. Everyone did.

"...Wow, is there an ice-villain or something or did things just get cold?", Wordgirl asked, looking around indifferently.

"Um...", Chuck said slowly, finally looking down at the floor.

Two-Brains even took notice and looked around. Everyone was uneasy. Finally it dawned on Two-Brains and he smiled, chuckled, and then soon began to laugh again.

"Oh great idea there, Chuck!", Two-Brains laughed. "Of course! Get all the villlains together so we can take the time to break the ice and accept Wordgirl as an official villain! Ha ha ha! Brilliant!"

"Um- No. Actually. That's not what I-", Chuck began.

"AND perfect timing too!", Two-Brains interrupted. "Cause we only stopped by to let you all know, that we're stepping up our game! Wordgirl and I are just crazy enough to try and take over this entire country!"

"WHAT?!", every villain in the entire room exclaimed at once.

"So glad you're all so thrilled!", Two-Brains smiled.

"Um.. Two-Brains? Think you might have had one too many wheels of stilton?", Butcher asked. "The WHOLE country?"

"Ha ha ha! Course not!", Two-Brains laughed. "What on earth would make you think that?"

"Yeah!", Wordgirl chimed in. "Think a ten year-old super villain couldn't do it?"

"N-no! C-Course not!", Butcher cowered. "I'm just splaying-"

"SAYING!", Wordgirl snapped at him.

Butcher yelped and shirked back into the crowd, afraid to say more. Everyone was on edge now.

"Easy there, Wordgirl. No need to get your cape in a twist.", Two-Brains eased her. "Sure, the news will come as something of a shock to them. Really, who can blame them? But anyhow, we just stopped in to let you guys be the first to know. Come on, WG, let's get cracking."

"Sure, thing, Doc.", Wordgirl smiled and turned to fly out with him.

As they walked by, Tobey's bright blue eyes caught her dark brown ones. In the span of a quick wink, Tobey felt his guts twist, his heart sink into his stomach that caused the room to spin in nausea. It just wasn't the same. The sort of look-his-way, the attention, that sort of secretive desire and trust he had so desperately longed for, for so long, and he couldn't ever enjoy it. Not like this.

When the doors closed once more, the whole room was still deadly silent. No one talked, no one moved. Only eyes shifted around the room. The silence pressed heavy against everyone until finally Chuck couldn't bare it anymore. He had to say something.

"...Um...That's actually why I called you all here..", he said, quietly.

Slowly, everyone turned to look at him, finally giving him their attention.

"...Guys, we've gotta stop her..", Chuck said bluntly, and then soon feeling his face grow hot from sounding so stupid and obvious. "I-I-I mean, she-! She shouldn't be evil! If..I-I-If we don't stop her, Two-Brains is going to go..", he struggled to think of the right word but shook his head. "Any word that can say it'll be really really really bad! Really bad, that's-that's what's gonna happen. I-I know that alone we can't stop her but maybe we can do it together! Uhm... Granted..she might um.. She might throw us in jail if we turn her good again but.. But wouldn't that be better than if she was evil?"

The villains pondered for a moment, seemed to consider what he said, and murmured amongst each other. But sadly everyone began to leave.

"Stop Wordgirl? NOOOOOO.. Nocan would rather that we stopped police and robbed things!", Nocan was saying as they walked out.

"You said it, brother.", Granny May agreed.

"Why should we help her out?", Ms. Question asked. "Does she ever help us out of jail? Wouldn't it be better to let the police handle it instead of us?"

"Yeah, you've got a point. You're on the mark. You've hit the nail on the head with that one.", Lady Redundant Woman agreed.

"I can't, it's my birthday today!", Eileen was saying.

"I'm already the best super villain, why should I care?", Victoria said haughtily.

"Whammer's busy whamming whammer things.", Whammer explained.

"Wh-? Hey where are you all going?! We-we gotta stop her! Someone! Anyone!", Chuck called out, practically begged.

Chuck sigh and buried his face in his hands. They were doomed. It was obvious. They were all doomed.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at the Butcher who offered a shrug.

"I'll help ya.", he said.

Chuck looked up and saw Tobey was also still there, not once moving from where he stood. The look on his face seemed to say enough. He was definitely in. Mr. Big also came forward.

"It's clear now, someone's definitely gotta put a stop to Wordgirl and Two-Brains.", he said. "And I would be happy to assist."

"Really?", Chuck asked, feeling encouraged.

"Of course! With Two-Brains ruling the country, and with Wordgirl by our side it's-it's madness! She'll..", Mr. Big shook his head.

"It would be just like before, when she threw us all in jail.", Tobey finally said. "Except worse, since Dr. Two-Brains is in control."

"Alright!", Chuck said, feeling more hopeful now. "Let's do it!"

"Yeah!", Butcher chimed in.

"YES!", Mr. Big agreed.

"Um... HOW?", Tobey asked, ruining whatever epic team-up feeling they were mustering. "I mean, let's review. We've got a sandwich man, a butcher, a business man, and a boy genius. Even with my brains alone, I don't think we can unless we develop a good plan."

"HEY now, I'm more than a business man!", Mr. Big replied indignantly. "I run the largest mind-controlling corporation in this city!"

"Alright. So you have mind control. But how exactly does that help US defeat someone who already IS under mind control?", Tobey shook his head. "Listen, my mother's already expecting me back home and if we linger here for too long, I'm sure Wordgirl would start to get suspicious. We'll meet up later and discuss better plans then."

"RIGHT! Just one thing...", Chuck's smile faltered and he looked about the group uneasily. "...Linger?"

"Oh! Well, finally a chance for Theodore MacCallister III to define.", Tobey said, straightening his bow-tie. "To linger. To stay in a place longer than necessary, typically because you wouldn't want to leave for some reason."

"Wow, you soundijed just like Wordgirl!", Butcher complimented.

"Um.. I think you mean sounded.", Tobey corrected.

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"No. You said-", Tobey shook his head. "Regardless! I must be getting home now. I've lingered enough."

He walked away and soon the others dispersed. Somewhat more encouraged by this new rebellion. While Tobey was home, all through the night, he couldn't stop thinking of how to better prepare for such a match against Wordgirl. He scribbled out attribute after attribute he would need to prepare his robots against her. And of course then, it was only his robots, he also paused then and there to consider what should everyone else be doing!

Finally he paused and rubbed the side of his head with a small groan. Thinking so hard about it all, he began to develop a severe headache.

'This must be how Two-Brains feels every time his brain burns...', he considered to himself, finding it only more ironic that the headache was on the exact same side as the mad man's second brain. 'Maybe it's time to take a break...'

"Tobey!", his mother called from the other side of his door. "It's time for your playdate with the Botsfords!"

Tobey sighed. He dreaded this more than ever before but simply knew he could not ignore it. He thought for a moment to bring a notebook to continue writing in, but decided against it lest Becky should peer over his shoulder.

Speaking of, it was quite uneasy being with her, even her own family was more nervous and distant than normal as she sat there, idly reading her book, ready to snap at anyone that tried to disturb her. Finally she set it aside and looked over at Tobey, though he tried to keep his eyes glued to window.

"So, Tobey, wreck anything lately?", she asked with a smug smirk on her face.

"..Um.. No, thank you.", Tobey said, glancing at her now and then. "I've um.. I've seem to be coming to an inventor's block."

"Really?"

"Yes. I wouldn't know whether or not to add a cackle programming into my robot's mainframe or not.."

"Hm.. Cackling does seem to be fun to do.", she contemplated.

"...I suppose...", he said slowly, feeling his skin crawl at the idea of what it would sound like to hear Wordgirl cackle so cruelly.

"You're awfully quiet this evening.", she observed.

"If it's all the same to you, Becky, I have a horrible headache. Number crunching and robot-building, you see. Conversation is not particularly high on my list of things to do.", he took off his glasses and carefully wiped off some smudges with his vest. "Nor does anything involving a lot of noise."

"Very well then.", she shrugged and sat in silence.

He stared back out the window, his mind still churning.

'Chuck's condiment gun typically freezes any person in their tracks. Wordgirl's strength measures out enough to break free. Butcher can fling meat, but the monkey eats it all. How healthy is all that meat anyway? How many health code violations could it possibly break? Two-Brains has a shrink ray and several rays that can transform things to cheese, and his goop ray, and I think I remember last week he said he could build a three-in-one ray. How did he make Wordgirl evil? What mind control is it? Mr. Big specializes in mind control, but we don't even know where it is, let alone if he could or how long it would take him to, disarm it.. Chuck's condiment ray gun..Butcher's meat..Huggy...Two-Brains..', his mind echoed all this and more again and again in his mind.

The mess soon became maddening, even after his mother took him back home. None of it would leave his mind in peace.

'Chuck's ray gun, Two-Brain's shrink ray, Mr. Big's mind control. Wordgirl.. My robots. Huggy's voracious appetite. Wordgirl.. Wordgirl..', his headache throbbed, feeling like Wordgirl was beating his brain into a bloody pulp. 'Oh where is my Wordgirl..?'

Somehow, in the darkness of his bedroom, he found sleep, though even it was restless.

Tobey gasped and sat up.

"What's the matter, Tobey?", a voice said.

He looked over and there was Wordgirl. He was sitting with her on a cliffside. The city far out in their view. A romantic sun set. Fireflies started to glitter here and there. A large tree sprawled out over head. He looked around curiously and then looked back at her curious smile.

"...Wow.. It..", he shook his head. "I-I just had this awful dream..a nightmare! You were evil. The whole city was a chaotic mess. Dr. Two-Brains was in control and he was going to steal all the cheese from the country. And I-"

"Shh.. It's okay.", she soothed him, putting a hand on his.

He looked back into her large brown eyes.

"...It was a nightmare..", he said again.

"Yes, it was.", she said quietly.

"You had no idea how much it hurt me to see you like that..", he continued.

"Oh.. I think it hurt about as much as this..", she said, leaning closer.

She let down her hood and moved her hand behind him as they both started to close their eyes. She leaned closer and closer.

Suddenly he felt a shove on his back and down, down, down the cliffside he fell. He stared back up at Wordgirl's large malicious smile. Her brown eyes dissolving into pure black. Tears welded up at the betrayal and he felt a sharp pain in his head. He must've his the ground.

He sat back up and rubbed his aching head. He was in total darkness. He then tried to stand, but suddenly found himself strapped to a chair. He couldn't budge. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't be freed.

"Struggling is pretty futile.", a familiar voice said in the shadows.

Tobey's blood ran cold, recognizing the voice.

"...Wh...why?", he asked, softly. "...Why are you like this?"

"Why shouldn't I be?", the voice replied.

Finally the figure emerged, Wordgirl dressed in a black outfit. Her star was gone. Her long flowing cape draped around her.

"It's so much more fun to be the evil villain.", she said with a smile. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Tobey hesitated to answer. Without cause, she suddenly flew at him. All in an instant, he managed to push the chair backwards, just missing her as she spead over his head and crashed into a wall behind him somewhere. His glasses broke on the floor, but he grabbed a piece of the glass and rapidly began to cut through the ropes that bound him. Finally free, Tobey took off running. He ran as hard as he could, blind and confused. Her cold cackle chased after him as he tripped and stumbled his way through the pitch darkness.

Finally he came to the city on the streets. The sky was a blood shade of red and people were in a panic, running this way and that in a frenzy. Dumpsters turned to cheese. Cars became cheese. Buildings became cheese. The streets were filled with the horrible odor. A woman tripped on the curb near Tobey and she grabbed up at his pants, short in breath.

"SAVE ME! SAVE ME PLEASE!", she begged.

She turned around and in a flash, she herself became a frozen statue of cheese.

Tobey suddenly stumbled away from the statue, as Two-Brains then came forward, the ray gun in his hand and a hunger in his blood-shot eyes. Tobey continued to back away now in horror as Two-Brains proceeded to devour the once-human statue only to bump into what felt like a brick wall. He turned and stumbled back a few steps as Wordgirl hovered out of the dark alley way.

"Welcome to a new world.", she said, a smile plastered on her face.

"Th-this is insane!", he cried, looking behind him at Two-Brains and back at Wordgirl. "Y-you're-!"

"For the people who could not offer their cheese as tribute..", Wordgirl continued to say, still advancing causing Tobey to back away into the statue behind him. "Must become a sacrifice..."

There was a flash and Tobey fell out of his bed and hit the floor with a start. He laid there panting for a minute, sat up, rubbed his head and peered about the darkness. He felt the sheets, and his glasses were still on the end table, all in one piece.

"It's just a dream..", he told himself. "Just a dream.."

He lost track of how many hours of sleep he lost, but it took its toll on him the next day as he, Mr. Big, and Chuck sat in the Butcher's lair.

"Tobey? ...TOBEY.. TOBEY!"

Tobey felt a jerk on his shoulder and he gasped and sat up right, his eyes fluttering open. The Butcher looked back in slight concern.

"You okay, kid?", he asked.

"F-f-fine. Just fine.", Tobey manage to stutter out.

It was hard to keep words straight in his head as the rest sat in silence, trying to think of what to do. He felt bad for still not having anything really prepared, except a few schematics for his robots. He sighed once more, and tried hard to simply focus on keeping his eyes open. They tried to cross several times, and it hurt to force them open again.

"Wh-what um... What have- Had-have..", he groaned a bit. "HAS...anyone come up with an idea yet?"

"Well... No.", Chuck said sheepishly.

"Hm.. I see..", Tobey said, starting to feel impatient.

They continued their silence. Chuck finally picked up a newspaper. Mr. Big squeezed his ridiculous bunny. Tobey was starting to nod off again when..

"Ouch!", he cried in pain as a kitten's sharp claws landed on his the back of his shoulder.

Lil' Mittens gave a small mew, and continued to walk up onto his shoulder as Tobey flinched in pain.

"Ow, ow ow!", he groaned.

"Oh! Sorry. Lil' Mittens, down!", Butcher tried to command, pointing at the ground. "Down..."

"Oh for pete's sake-!", Tobey took the kitten, flinching once more as the claws dug in and pulled out, and sat it on the floor. "THERE!"

"Sorry, Tobey.", Butcher apologized.

"It's FINE.. It's..", Tobey took a breath and tried to calm down. "I'm fine.."

"You sure?"

"YES.", he hissed shortly.

Butcher flinched and seemed a little hurt.

"...You know, if you're tired, you can just head back home.", Butcher offered.

"No no no. I'm going to help. I have to. I-...", Tobey shook his head. "I'm willing to help. I'm here..to help."

"Okay, if you're sure.", Chuck nodded.

"Anyway.. Um.. Can- Isn't there any idea of what to do?", Tobey asked.

"Well.. I was just thinking of creating a powerful mind-control ray to zap the people into obeying me, and attacking Wordgirl!", Mr. Big said with a confident smile.

"...Wouldn't it seem...I suppose..redundant to use a mind-controlled army on a mind-controlled super hero?", Tobey asked.

"Yeah, and who's to say we wanna barger in on Two-Brains' lair?", Butcher chimed in. "What if we pose a heist first and lurify her to come out?"

"Luri- Okay, first off. It's BARGE. Not 'barger'. To barge in on someone is to abruptly invade another's space. And not 'lurify', I think you're looking for the word 'lure' which means to draw out of hiding.", Tobey quickly defined.

"OH OH! I got it! We'll pretend to be robbing the cheese from Rubin's deli store downtown, and she'll come in to fight us, and we'll attack with an army of mind-controlled slaves!", Chuck quickly became excited at the thought. "Right? Am I right? Is this a good plan or what?"

"Wh-? No! No that's a horrible plan!", Tobey groaned.

"What do you mean?", Chuck asked, feeling discouraged.

"It's idiotic and poorly delivered with many pitfalls in it, if you had written it down, I would've put the match to it!", he snapped out, his lack of sleep getting the better of him. "First of all, Wordgirl would not come out to fight even for cheese unless Two-Brains knew specifically what we were doing and it was invaluable cheese to him! Secondly, we're being helplessly repetitive for thinking of criminal activities such as robbery and mind-control. Secondly, without Dr. Two-Brains or even being near his lair, how would we know what device he's had to make Wordgirl so evil? HE'S In charge and therefore should have the device near him for HIS own use. We would WANT to barge in on him, but in an orderly manner so we know what to do! WHY are you so stuck in thinking of just criminal acts?!"

"Well what SHOULD we do?!", Mr. Big asked, starting to get offended by Tobey's impatience. "HUH?! Mr. Boy Genius! We haven't heard YOU come up with anything!"

"Yeah, we're criminals! We do criminal stuff!", Chuck argued.

"Hey hey, hey! Knock off all the yellin' here! You're scaring Lil' Mittens!", the Butcher also yelled, getting equally excited as the rest.

"I think the key question we've all been missing here is what would WORDGIRL do if she wasn't EVIL!", Tobey finally spat out.

Suddenly everything stopped and even Tobey was surprised at himself with how he lost his temper. And then moreso as his own words settled on him. All in the span of a few second, Tobey could feel his joints and brain ache in tiredness. He knew he needed sleep if they were to plan better. He heaved a long sigh and sat back down.

"I-I'm terribly sorry I...", he sighed again. "I didn't sleep at ALL last night.."

"No no.. That was... Huh..", Butcher sat back and pondered this for a moment.

"...I think...", Tobey slowly said at last, wondering for a moment if he was going to accidentally mumble nonsense out instead of his real thoughts. "We all focus so much on our villainous ways, and how she always beats us, that we're not thinking of what we CAN do against her...and how that can help us beat her. I mean.. Obviously, we still have our struggles with her, or we wouldn't be in the top ten most wanted. ...Right?"

"Well if there's one thing I know, it's mind control.", Mr. Big said. "And...quite possibly the only thing I know. But if I could just find the mind control device, I could probably find a way to stop it. And then Wordgirl would just stop Dr. Two-Brains."

"Yeah, but how can you get that close?", Chuck asked, feeling confused. "Wordgirl's so fast, we all see it. Well.. Sorta. I mean she's so...oh.. Hm... What's..what's the word?"

"Speegobular?", Butcher offered.

"What? No. That's not even a real word...", Chuck denied. "What kinda sense does speegobular make?"

"Ughh! Speedy, quick, fast, practically invisible at the break-neck speed she travels at?", Tobey groaned in frustration and exhaustion. "It doesn't really matter which of them you choose, so long as Wordgirl's still under Dr. Two-Brains' control!"

"Hey now, calm down and let Chuck finish!", Mr. Big interjected.

"Tell him to speed up in this little speech or so help me...", Tobey grumbled under his breath.

"What?", Chuck asked, unsure of what the ten year-old boy genius was saying.

"NOTHING.", Tobey said louder and still short-sounding.

"Well..anyway.", Chuck shrugged. "I mean, we all get caught by her. How can we keep her away long enough for Mr. Big to get close to the mind control?"

"Yeah. And she's not even the worst part.", Butcher threw in. "He's also got those henchmen workering for him."

"WORKING.", Tobey corrects.

"Yeah, that's what I said.", Butcher shrugged. "Workering. But I doubt that they have as big of an appetite for my meatball mayhem as that little furry guy."

"No. You said-! Oh forget it.", Tobey shook his head, it would only be pointless and he knew he was growing tired. "Well anyway, I might be able to assist in keeping Wordgirl busy. I mean, a good number of robots should keep her well away."

"Um.. Okay. But how long would it take you to build enough robots?", Mr. Big asks.

"Well..", Tobey began, pulling up a pencil and paper. "How much time would you need, Mr. Big?"

"Oh.. I guess...half an hour?", he shrugged.

"Then estimating how long it takes me to make a normal batch, 10 robots, adding in the estimation for all the necessary modifications... Hm..", he mumbled a bit. "And the time for manufacturing the metal needed...plus the approximate time it takes Wordgirl to defeat them all...", he muttered to himself. "As well as adjusting to give you the length of time you would need. I'd say I should have an army of robots, capable of holding her off for so long ready in...2 months."

The others groaned loudly.

"But that'll take forever!", Chuck whines.

"Well I'm sorry, but all I DO have to work on is a garage and a handful of supplies. I may be a genius but I am limited.", Tobey remarked. "It's not like I have some number of mindless workers and a factory that can make it all for me."

"Did you say...factory?", Mr. Big gave a wide, sly smile.

It seemed that all this time, Tobey had been beating his head against a brick wall, and now had finally broken through to the other side. With any hope yet, there would still be a happier ending.

Meanwhile, out across the city, the take over may have been easy enough, but Wordgirl continued to stare out into the world through City Hall's large windows.

"Oh, why so broody, my minion?", Dr. Two-Brains called from behind.

He was sitting at what was once the mayor's desk and had his feet kicked up on it, a bad habit of his. It was strange. Here they had people MAKING the cheese for him and all that he could ever wish for. Yet still, his old-time friend and loyal minion still seemed too serious.

"Take a load off! We're doin' great! The take-over was easy enough with my brains and your brawns, and we're making good progress. Cheese is coming in nicely. I even had the people bring in their dictionaries for you. What's the deal?"

Even she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Something inside her was itching. Something inside her was writhing and hurting and crying for more pain and destruction but no matter what, its pleads could not be fully heard nor fulfilled.

"Um.. Hello? Earth to Wordgirl!", Two-Brains called out, snapping her back in reality some as she blinked and turned back to face him and he sat up to give more attention. "What's up?"

"...I dunno..", she shook her head finally and looked back at the city. "They say evil never sleeps... I guess I'm just getting a first-hand experience to it."

"Evil ray givin' ya some troubles?", Two-Brains asked, seeming a bit more relieved that was all.

"...I guess...", she said in a short huff.

"Kid, I'll let'cha in on a little secret.", Two-Brains smiled a bit and leaned on the desk casually. "It's rough gettin' into the villainy thing at first. Trust me, I know! ..I still remember..."

This actually came as a surprise to Wordgirl and she turned back to face him, more curious than before.

"You do?", she asked, her voice soft and sounding more like a child than the means of authority she always was.

"Course I do.", Two-Brains nodded and glanced down at nothing in particular on the desk. "At first when I was trying to get my bearings, it was difficult. I was flooded with memories that were and weren't mine from two very different views. Heh.. funny that one little lab rat could have such a hatred for humanity, as well as that doctor that had such a passion to make things better for his race..."

He got up and walked around the desk, continuing. "Like I said, both sides just pooled in all over me. Emotions attached to them, passions, the drive; to do what? Good or evil? For the first few schemes, I'll admit, I seemed insane, but that's because I was just acting, relying on my instinct as the rat I was. All up in the brains, I was still trying to sort things out and understand myself better. I knew what I was doing externally, heck, I did answer you, remember?"

Wordgirl gave a nod. He was even stable enough to help her define the word "ruckus" and cause more so to escape.

"But the drive, the want to do evil, it...it was exciting! It was freaky. I-I wasn't sure how to feel about it at first. There was the desire to be evil, and then there was that guilty conscious, nagging in my ear from my past life of good-doing.", he paused, standing near her now as he also looked out into the city. He shook his head and went on. "It took a long time to finally settle things between two brains, lemme tell you. Arguments lasted for days on end between those two."

He gave her an expected look that told of his annoyance and sleepless nights, arguing with himself over things. She couldn't help but smile, be it sympathetic or amused, she couldn't tell. She had wondered if Steven Boxleitner was even still concious in him anymore. Two-Brains looked back at the city and leaned on the pane next to the window.

"Ultimately, from the way I saw it, when the blood's on your hands, you can't ever, no matter how hard you scrub, clean it off. But really, who knows? Maybe in the end you'll turn for good again, fighting off the powers of my ray or some horrible cliche like that, and go back to arresting me.", he shrugged and rolled his eyes, sickened by the thought of a happy-ending with a cliche saying about overcoming your own evils. He then smiled at her. "Hey, maybe you won't and we'll rule over the world within a week."

Wordgirl had to stifle a giggle at the thought. He chuckled and walked back to the desk, soon sitting back down into it.

"But it'll still hold true no matter what happens. How much did you steal? How much did you destroy? Who all have you hurt with those hands? And you can either accept it as a part of you, or fear to look at your own two hands for the rest of your life.."

She wanted to argue, but couldn't find a way how to. Either way she looked at it, he was right. He was possibly the only person who could understand how she was feeling about this sudden change in her and in a sense, it touched her. And the restlessness inside her was just the goody-two-shoes conscience, wanting to tug away at her and ruin her fun, her constantly growing desire for evil and personal gain that made her snap out at people and send Glen to the hospital.

She stared up at the ceiling, thinking it over for herself. All her life, she was taught to be good, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt like it was nothing more than a poison. A toxic that would slowly wind itself through her, squandering on all she knew she could do and hoped to do, until it finally choked her with responsibility and righteousness.

'...Well...', she thought to herself. '..not anymore...or ever again.'

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