a/n: I had hoped to have this story finished by tomorrow, but that's not gonna happen. But, good things come to those who wait, so I hope you like this installment…

Disclaimer: Don't own Megamind, although I wish I did, because I'd have put out a sequel by now! Thank you Dreamworks for these wonderful characters I like to play with now and then!

Supervillain for Sale, All Proceeds go to Charity

Chapter 4

After removing my jacket and tie and placing them neatly on the bush next to where the bike was parked, I tossed a leg over my new favorite ride and fired up the engine, revving it for show as I started the warm-up cycle on the rest of the bike's systems. She giggled and then climbed on behind me wrapping her arms around my waist. It made me feel more secure. Like there was one human on this planet that might actually miss me if I was gone. It was then that I noticed a small scrap of paper wedged in the instrument panel. I plucked it out swiftly and read it covertly, unsure of the contents, "Dear Sir," it said, "Your hoverbike is gassed up and ready to go. Your dinner reservation is at eight. Be back here at seven thirty. Oh, I am your chauffer, in case you have been too distracted to notice. Tell Miss Ritchi I said, "Hi and have fun!" –M :)" He must have put this here while we were eating and relaxing in the park. "Fantastic fish," I said out loud.

"He is, isn't he," Roxanne agreed. "I don't think I would have gotten through this thing without him," she paused, "or you." I turned my head so she could see the smile on my face before I returned my attention back to the warm up on the bike. I designed it not to use up any fuel in standby mode because the engine is not on, but the warm up cycle is bypassed because certain key computer systems – that take forever to warm up – remain active but suspended. Soon enough, the bike signaled that it was ready. Finally! That is why I put the STANDBY mode on the bike in the first place!

"Hold on," I told her as I kicked the bike off the ground and raised our altitude a few hundred feet into the air. I loved the way she clung tighter to me the higher we levitated. We reached my desired cruising altitude and I activated the hover function so the bike would remain aloft before sitting up and surveying the scenery. I felt her grip on me loosen as she began to relax and look around too, but her arms never left my waist. It was remarkable to be so close to her without having to force her to be here. And the city was actually very pretty from this viewpoint; it was sort of romantic.

As Roxanne clung tightly to me, it made me feel like I didn't need the hoverbike to fly. The moment couldn't have been more perfect, which is of course, the exact point that it turned sour. He came out of nowhere and I nearly slammed into him in my effort to stop the bike in midair. His face was stern although he was still dressed in the ridiculous tux he had been wearing at the auction that morning. I couldn't help the words that came out of my mouth or the tone in which they were spoken.

"What do you want, Metro Mahn?"

"This was not part of your pre-approved activities for this date, Megamind. I have orders to haul you in if you step one toe out of line. Justice declares that you have left the line far behind. You are coming with me!"

I was about to reply to his demand but Roxanne beat me to it, "What the hell do you mean, Wayne? This wasn't part of the agreement we signed!" She sounded extremely miffed; it made me feel elated.

"Roxanne, stay out of this. Your agreement was only for show, the agreement I have is with the Chief of Police. He asked me to keep a close watch on Megamind for the duration of this escapade. For good reason, obviously!" His tone was haughty and I wanted to take the bait, but at the same time, I did not want to ruin my chances with the beautiful reporter who still clung tightly to my back. Things were going so well for us, so of course Mister Goodie-two-shoes would have to show up and ruin it!

I replied to the hero with as much disdain as I could, "What kind of a date would I be if I didn't give the lady what she wanted? She asked to go for a ride, not that it's any of your business."

He ignored me and addressed my date, "Speaking of which, Roxanne, what were you thinking when you did this? I mean, it was crazy enough to even have him involved, but then for you to bid on him, and such a high bid too…really, Roxanne, what were you thinking?"

I cut her off before she could answer this time, "I knew it! I just knew you were jealous of me!"

"Justice does not feel jealousy!"

"Call it whatever you want. You are jealous." I sat up, letting go of the handle bars and crossed my arms over my chest indignantly. To my surprise and delight, Roxanne didn't let go.

"Why would I have any reason to be jealous of you?" He mimicked my pose.

"Why? Well, let's see. Roxanne picked me to bid on for one, and for two, I raised more money for the charity than you did!" I looked down at my fingernails with an air of nonchalance, "Quite a bit more, if I remember correctly. Which of course, I always do."

He was getting flustered. I guess he expected Roxanne to be relieved when he showed up, but she was not, and that threw him for a loop. "For the last time, I am not jealous! Roxanne, please tell me why you did this so I can take him back to prison and get back to my date!"

She unwound her arms from my waist much to my dismay, but then she spoke up and I felt much better. "I think he is right about you! I did this because I wanted to, imagine that, and I don't need you to babysit me, Wayne Scott. I am sure your date is upset that you decided to ditch 'her' to come and ruin my date." He flinched when she said that, and I was just dying to ask her what it meant, but she continued her rant to the hero before I could. "You will not be taking him back to prison today. I will do that at the end of our date just like it says in the contract I signed. Now do yourself a favor and get away from us before you find out firsthand the meaning of the phrase 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' I better not see you again for the rest of the day either or certain pictures will find their way into the newspapers of fair Metro City. Do I make myself clear?"

"Roxie…"

"No, Wayne. You need to get back to your date. Now."

"I can't…"

"You heard the lady, Metro Mahn!"

The hero sighed, looked at each of us, "Fine, Roxie, if he escapes again, it's on you!" Then he sped off back toward his date, wherever she was. I wanted to ask Roxanne a thousand questions about everything she'd said to Metro Man but I didn't really want to focus any more energy on him when she was still here. Her arms returned to my waist and she rested her chin against my shoulder next to my face.

Time seemed to stand still as I flew her all over the city on my hoverbike. We flew in between the buildings, past the bay where my lair was located although I did not point out its location, out into the rural area outside of the city, and low across the lake. She laughed and clung to me like there was no tomorrow. Then I remembered a special place and I knew just where I wanted to take her. It was a favorite place of mine as a child, unspoiled by anything for years because the property was owned by some lady's cats. No one could figure out how to get the title legally since the taxes were paid out of the considerable estate and there was no mortgage to foreclose. The trust the woman had established for the care of her favorite pets, all of their offspring, and their property was very specific. Should anything untoward happen to any of the rich-kitties, the estate's funds in their entirety would be donated to the local Humane Society and all of the servants would be out of a job. The attorney for the estate was very strict with the administration of the decedent's wishes.

The lucky felines, it seemed, had also received the lady's homestead and her butler, cook and maids, all of whom only stayed because their pay was not cut at all, provided they cared for her pets at the level to which they were accustomed. The woman was a genius to see to it that her wishes were still being carried out over thirty years later. So, the property just sat there, prime lakefront real estate, completely undeveloped and abandoned, only kept up because the trust said so. The servants were paid to do what they were instructed, not question their orders. And they were all inclined to keep the cushy easy jobs they had. So, I had a place to call a sanctuary without worrying about someone seeing me.

We arrived in a beautiful grassy meadow dotted here and there with trees and low shrubs. It being summer, the weather was fantastic. I was tempted to ask her to go for a swim, but that seemed impractical since we had plans later and I was sure neither of us had a bathing suit. Maybe after dinner, if she still wanted my company, we could come back here. I landed in the meadow and we got off the bike. The wind was blowing in off the water and made the heat of the summer day much more pleasant. I eventually told her about my desire for a swim and she seemed to like the idea and agreed with me that after dinner would be much more fun. I did not ask about a bathing suit but I did wonder if she had any ulterior motives, which excited me more than anything.

I took her for a walk around the bit of the lake that abutted the ten acre property and we walked in companionable silence for several minutes. With no warning, she suddenly asked, "So, do you ever think you would give up being a villain?" Suddenly it occurred to me that perhaps the station had paid for her 'date' with me and this was just a clandestine effort to get me to let my guard down so they could weasel whatever information they wanted out of me, like an exclusive interview. So, if this was just an interview, then I was not going to play along if that's all she was up to. I'd voluntarily let myself be interviewed for this event, but I'd be damned if she was going to do it against my will or knowledge.

"Why would I do that?" I could only think of two legitimate reasons that would actually happen: disease or disablement. Even if I defeated Metro Man, I wouldn't stop being a villain, because surely some other hero would rise up to face me. The only other reason I could think of that would have ever made me consider giving it up was walking next to me. But she was as unobtainable as defeating Metro Man seemed to be.

"I don't know; say you had a reason good enough to make you consider it. Would you?" her voice broke into my rapid thoughts. Would I consider giving up being a villain if I had the right reason?

"Yes, if the reason was good enough."

"Really?"

"Yes. What kind of reason did you have in mind?"

"Nothing in particular," she said quickly, almost too quickly. So, she was hiding something from me. Perhaps it had to do with her reason for purchasing me.

"If you say so, Miss Ritchi."

"Megamind, I told you to call me Roxanne."

"You did, didn't you? Well, Roxanne, do you have any more surprise questions?" That whole afternoon was a surprise and I honestly had no idea what to expect from her.

"Actually, I wondered if you would try something with me."

"Like what?" What was she up to?

"It's a trust exercise." Oh no, well…maybe. Trust exercise? That could be any of a number of things ranging from extremely pleasant to harshly cruel, depending on the intentions of the other person. I guess it depended on what she asked me to do.

"What ever could you mean, Roxanne?"

"Close your eyes. Please, I have something I want to give you." She said please. No one said please to me, ever. I realized then that whatever it was that she wanted to give me was important to her. But one thing still bothered me.

"Why do you need me to close my eyes?"

"That's the trust part of the exercise. Besides, if you see, it will spoil the surprise," she said confidently. I eyed her cautiously for a moment but I couldn't see any malicious intent in her face, so I decided to trust her. I stopped walking and stood there with my eyes closed, waiting for whatever her surprise… Suddenly, I felt a pressure against my lips. My eyes flew open, confused in the extreme. She was kissing me! And she wasn't stopping. I let my eyes slip closed again and returned the gentle pressure she put on my lips back to hers. All too soon, she pulled away.

For several moments afterward, I stood there with my eyes closed. I was unsure of my expression at the time; however I am certain it was not suave by any definition of the word. I risked opening my eyes and found her face inches from mine, her lips were drawn up into a contented smile and her eyes shined as they found mine. "Thank you. I've wanted to do that for a long time."

"You have?"

"Yes, I have." I literally bit my tongue to stop myself from asking why. It didn't stop my mind from screaming the question. And how long was a 'long time' anyway? Her behavior was thrilling but perplexing at the same time. And the cynical, distrustful side of me wouldn't stop yelling at me that this entire situation was going to blow up in my face. Granted, the rest of me, which had already fallen in love with her, was mostly in control, but the cynic showed his presence by casting doubts about her motives.

Silence settled upon us as we made our way back to the hoverbike. I did not want to break it for fear that the dream would end and she would disappear back into my mind as the fantasy she was before. I simply walked next to her not touching her but not keeping my distance either. I wanted nothing more than to be close to her, but I didn't want to push my luck either. We were due back for our dinner reservation soon, and I was hungry after the long walk we'd taken. We reached the bike quickly and I mounted first. She climbed on behind me and wrapped her arms around me, settling her chin on my shoulder, her face very close to mine. I barely noticed the scenery or anything else about our journey back to the lake site where Minion had left us earlier.