"How do I look?" Megamind asked, his shaky voice betraying the calm demeanor he was trying to exude.

Of course, Roxanne knew him too well at this point. After five months of being a couple, she could see straight through into the terrified man he was underneath. It was almost as if she possessed some special empathic powers that caused his true emotions to become transparent to her … or maybe it was just called being a woman.

"You look great," she replied while straightening the large collar of his black cape. "There's no need to be nervous."

"Nervous … who said anything about being nervous, ha ha, hee hee, uh … is it hot in here?" Quickly he pulled away while loosening his cape and letting it fall to the floor.

Roxanne followed behind, picking up the discarded item along the way.

They were in his secret lair … well, really not so secret anymore. The place was in a state of disorder, because of this newfound lack of privacy. Since saving the city from Tighten, the location where all of his former evil deeds had been hatched was now a hotspot for lurkers and paparazzi. It was a phenomenon dripping with irony. Meagmind learned that once you became a celebrity for the right reasons then people actually wanted to know about you. Unfortunately for his new line of work, being famous wasn't optimal. A Superhero couldn't have their whereabouts known. It wasn't a good way to run things if criminals could locate his precious documents or say a death ray or two. In the wrong hands his contraptions could cause damage and fatalities to the citizens he now swore to protect.

Megamind continued to move about, ignoring the strewn boxes across the floor and trying in vain to gain control of his emotions. After all he wasn't even sure why the nervousness was so pervasive. In a few short hours the city would be gathering down town and in front of this audience of citizens, the mayor would publicly name him their hero. They were even christening a museum celebrating him. Granted Megamind had built it with the help of his brainbots and other mechanical devices as a part of his plea deal. Using his contraptions to clean up all the areas of Metrocity he had destroyed over the years had been a stipulation for his freedom and naturally recreating MetroMan's museum in his own big headed likeness had been first on his agenda.

So, even if the accolades weren't purely brought about by the general public's love for him, but rather because they simply approved of his construction of a museum, well … Megamind didn't care. It was recognition none-the-less and that was the one thing he had always craved. Every time he had invented something as a child it had always started out as a way to gain friends and positive attention. Things hadn't always gone as planned, well more like never … until now. He still only had one true friend in Minion and of course his love with Roxanne. The civilians of Metrocity appreciated him and that was all he could hope for at that point in time. It was enough for him.

Still this damn nervousness … it was driving him crazy. The more he thought about it the more he realized it was really another emotion at the core of his worrying. Doubt. It was that lingering doubt, an uncertainty which always seemed present when things were going well. He supposed it was a piece left over from every scheme that had seemed unstoppable in his head only to be thwarted by MetroMan in the end. Then there were also pieces of Bernard still left with him. Yes, he knew that torment of Roxanne leaving him was a far off memory, but still every once in a while it would creep up on him in the middle of the night … this worry that things just couldn't be good for him without the bad soon following.

When he eventually came to a stop at the door to his bedroom, Megamind decided he should turn around to see if Roxanne was still following. He couldn't leave her alone while he pouted. That was counterproductive to this whole dating thing or so he had learned over the course of their relationship … and boy had he learned a lot in the few months they had been dating. Roxanne was ever the patient teacher and he was thankful that whenever he had screwed up, his girlfriend had calmly led him back in the right direction … yet another reason he loved her unconditionally.

Shooting a glance over his shoulder, he took in the image of Roxanne's foot catching the corner of a cardboard box filled with dynamite. He instantly came to her aide and instead of colliding with the hard concrete floor, she fell against his chest. "Oh, thanks," she mumbled into the material of his shirt.

"Sure," he said, helping Roxanne move back into a more normal standing position.

"When do you suppose this will all be done with?" she asked, pointing to the box that nearly caused her to fall, but indicating much more than just that … Roxanne meant the whole moving process.

"Minion thinks that all the paperwork for our new lair will be complete by next week," Megamind stated mater-of-factly.

"Good. Then you can stop crashing on my couch," she teased, but Megamind shrugged it off and this didn't go unnoticed.

Roxanne let out a frustrated sigh and placed her hands on her hips. She always did that, Megamind mused. Although, he kept his thoughts from wandering to just how lovely those hands looked against that part of her body when his ears perked at how upset she sounded, "What is bothering you?" she asked. "This should be a time of celebration. You're getting a museum dedicated to you. You have a girlfriend that has no plans of leaving despite the dangers dating a superhero brings with it … not to mention dating you in general … like the time you nearly set my living room on fire. Our relationship is hazardous for many reasons and here I am, still your girlfriend, not planning on being anywhere else and here you are in such a horrible mood."

Roxanne paused to pull in a breath of air and handed Megamind's cape to him. She was still frustrated with him, he could see it in her eyes, but her tone was less angry and more concerned when she began talking again. "I'll be at home working on the piece I'm writing about your museum dedication. Call me if you feel like talking about what's on your mind."

She leaned in to give him a soft peck on the cheek and then turned on her heel to leave, but Megamind wasn't about to let her go. He reached out and grasped her hand. "Please, stop … I'll explain, just promise you'll stay. I don't think I'll be able to get through this if you leave," he confessed.

"Of course, I'll stay, but I do have two conditions." Roxanne said turning to face him once more, "That you let me into the big head of yours and tell me what's going on and also … why do you have Dracula's coffin in your room?"