This wasn't what he had wanted.

He had planned everything down to the smallest detail. His arch nemesis would start giving a belligerent speech about how awesome he was, probably comment on how lame everyone else is, then dedicate the new orphanarium in his honor. The helmeted dope would be so self-absorbed that he wouldn't see the villainous scientist approaching from the eaves of the large auditorium. By the time he noticed anything it would have been too late.

But then the monster had to go and talk about Kimmie like that.

"She iz mine bedbunny, ja," the short yet powerful so-called hero said, the lusty grin smeared on his face making it seem all that more disgusting. Drew knew, just knew, that his foe was doing it simply to mock him and proclaim another conquest in bed. It ground painfully against his pride. What drove the wiry inventor into his mistake, though, was the reaction that the redhead had had to the comment.

He knew the young woman valued her privacy. Even with doing the laundry in a public area she always managed to keep her underthings hidden away so well that not even Drew could figure out where she'd put them…not that he ever searched them out. Now that beast waved her metaphorical underwear about with an uncaring smirk.

Even from this distance he could see the hurt and embarrassment radiating from her where she sat in the crowd.

To have the ego-glutton air just how far their relationship had gone in front of the entire town gathering was beyond reprehensible. It filled Drew with the rage akin to what he felt when Demented Hammer first mocked him with dating Kimmie. He became so angry, in fact, that he forgot what he held in his hands.

The nozzle he had been cradling was a sensitive creature. Push the trigger too hard, like Drew accidentally began to do, and it would go out-of-control. It was no wonder why it began to spurt glowing green goop everywhere around him. The force was so great that the device flew straight up and smashed into the glass container that held his secret weapon.

His secret weapon that he had been boldly discussing on his blog was still technically experimental. The Hypollinator Mutagen that he had developed produced extremely strong vines when sprayed on inanimate objects which throttled the nearest moving thing presented to them. Their obvious strength and portable capability was all that Drew had been interested in.

He had never tested how the mutagenic agent would affect a human.

With a shudder of horror he found himself getting covered head-down with the goo he had fashioned to finish off his arch-foe.

Drew Lipsky had desperately wanted only two things ever in his life: to be accepted by everyone and to find someone he loved and never let them go. Of course, his luck was never very good. He'd never earned acceptance from anyone save The Cheapskate and some of his minion buddies. With the realization that he wouldn't get the acceptance he craved, he decided to force people to accept him. Conquering the world would be a big step in that direction. Once that was over, he would start the re-education program to make jocks the new nerds.

As for finding someone, he had found Kimmie to be the woman of his dreams. She was talented, caring, cute, and dedicated to making the world a better place (though, forced to take such small and limited steps, the mad scientist questioned her chances). Not to mention that she actually gave him the time of day once he actually talked to her. He would have given near anything for her to feel a smidge of what he felt for her.

And here she was dying in his arms as a crowd of useless civilians looked on from a distance.

"Kimmie?" he asked weakly. The color was draining from her face. Her life was literally fading away in front of his eyes.

"D-Drew?" the redhead queried, her voice thick with pain and eyes shut tight. Not a surprise, really. Having a vine-sized hole in your midsection isn't comfortable.

"Kimmie, don't worry," the blue-stained man began to ramble reassuringly. "Help will be here soon. Just…don't die? I mean, I know you don't really have control over it…dying I mean. Er…" Drew bit his lip. "…I'm not very good at this reassuring thing, am I?"

Kim weakly patted his hand. "It's okay. I…don't think most people…are. Not like this."

Chuckling nervously while trying not to look at her wound, he added, "I still need to let you try my cocoa moo."

He looked into her eyes and nearly recoiled in shock. The glint of recognition was unmistakable. Just like the flinch of pain and the subtle shift away from him.

"Kimmie," Drew repeated, pleading. "I didn't mean to! I was upset—I didn't know what I was doing. I…"

"Attacked a hero," the injured woman said, the fire in her voice making him wince before he became outraged by the mention of the less than heroic hero.

"That man is no hero. He didn't deserve saving. And you didn't…you didn't deserve…" He lowered his eyes in shame. "I just…wanted to be a villain that actually won…"

She seemed to notice the crowd around them, a miracle since it looked like she was having trouble focusing on anything through the injury. It was in these scant few moments that were left of her life that the most wonderful and terrible thing anyone could have done for Drew happened.

"Don't worry, Drew," Kim gasped through the pain. "Demented Hammer will save us."

The shock of the statement froze the newly blue man where he sat. So numbed was he by her last words that he missed the most important seconds in his life. The young woman, cradled carefully in his arms and blood-soaked vines, took a handful of ever-shallower breaths before she stilled. Drew came to his senses just in time to see her close her eyes for the last time.

The newspapers didn't care beyond the fact that she dated their grand hero. One even dared to print 'Nation Mourns What's-Her-Face'. He'd personally made sure to destroy that particular paper, as well as the building the paper was made in. Maliciously.

The world's ugliness stood out in stark contrast to him now. He was surprised that he had never noticed it before. But that didn't matter. Now that he knew how heartless the world really was, there was no reason for him to care about it.

The viciously thorned vines circled around him like a protective aura as he walked the halls. The plants that decorated the area shrank away from him, giving him a sense of sadistic pleasure that he had never felt before. Then again, he felt many new things as of late.

The light he had felt before was extinguished, replaced by the bitterness and resentment that he had spent most of his life trying to hide. Now he revelled in it to mitigate his grief.

Reaching the doors that led to the League of Ultimate Evil, he paused, letting his mind wander down the road that he would always regret never picking. Perhaps if he had managed to gather even a shred of courage and asked Kimmie out or even maybe just talked with her before…

But that wasn't the case. He shut it out of his mind, in the process also shutting away the part of him that was Drew Lipsky. Drew was no longer needed or wanted.

He opened the gateway to his new life, the League members already assembled to greet him. Vile Monkey sat at the head in all his furry glory. It barely registered a hint of interest in the former fanboy. Instead, he let loose the best sneer he could manage as he took in the other villains before him.

"I'm Dr Horrible and I will conquer the world."

If just to make it pay.

A/N:

I had actually intended at one point to write out the whole KP/Dr Horrible idea. But then I realized I have a terrible track record story-wise and that I doubt I could write even one song for it, let alone an entire story's-worth. Heck, I couldn't even write one for this bit. I just figured that it'd be worth at least adding to the Drakkim drabble edition. I like the idea, I just can't execute it. If anyone else thinks they can do it, feel free. It'd be something I'd love to read.

Feels like this isn't up to my usual quality. Forgive me. Busy with school and worrisome things.

Thanks to Pharoah Rutin Tutin and kgs-wy for taking a look before posting.