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~Blame~

It had been a simple job. A bank robbery. A display with all the style of animal print clothing and the creativity of a white Christmas tree. Gun toating men in skii masks, terrified civilians huddled against the counters, the otherwise cheerful day moving along outside, the whole package. The conventional, frivolous, painfully trite package.

Wayne didn't know why the police bothered showing up at all. Even when he was in action, they did little besides sitting in their vehicles waiting for him to fix the problem. Though, he figured it must get be boring doing nothing, so why not send the whole station to loiter around a crime scene, then pat each other's backs and feel helpful? He hadn't told Megamind that he'd be doing all the heavy lifting, much to his amusement. He remembered his first few weeks in his new position, before they started dating; he'd barge in, outraged, rambling on about the stupid look on everyone's face while they watched him, as though they weren't in any danger and didn't know any better. What drones!

He'd been watching the conflict, as he always did. Thanks to Roxanne's media expertise and Syx's productive genius, he had his own satellite signal. It made him glad that Syx had never been able to sell his Death Ray.

Hostage situations were always his least favorite. Of course they were serious, but he'd quickly figured out that the suspects didn't have the guts to really hurt anyone. Their stories were the same, their motivations. Whether it be a lone perpetrator or a group of them, their plans fell flat like paper in the wind. Of course, he couldn't have known it would be different this time.

It was the typical scene; several police cruisers parked along the entrance, their drivers waiting behind open doors with loaded pistols, curious civilians flocking across the road. Megamind strode in with his usual flamboyant glamour, successfully took hold of the situation, and was in the process of removing hostages-

When the building exploded.

He heard it before he saw it. Reacting chemicals and impacted concrete. Windows shattered and fire flooded through the openings, black smoke quickly gathering on the roof. People screamed, ducked, ran. Roxanne's horrified face got to him, the dread in her eyes struck his heart as she looked into the camera. She held the microphone tightly, but didn't seem to have it in her to speak. It may have been wrong, but at that moment he hadn't been worried about anyone else. He eyes searched only for Syx.

He sighed when he found him. The blue man stumbled away from the burning wreckage. He waved off several emergency officials as they surrounded him, prodding at him and trying to guide him to one of the ambulances. He looked no worse for wear, aside from black smudges spotting his face and the occasional rip in his suit. He stared in shock at the building, the fire rapidly shrinking under powerful fire hoses.

That was hours ago. Megamind had stayed to help with whatever he could, but mostly just ended up looking like a lost child. After everything had calmed down, he'd disappeared. Roxanne hadn't even bothered to try and get him to comment on the events that transpired, not that he blamed her.

Wayne crept through The Lair, keeping an eye out for Minion. He highly doubted Syx mentioned their relationship to the fish, what with him being "dead" and Minion's tendency to overreact. He had yet to formally meet him, but from the stories Syx told, he could paint a pretty accurate picture.

He was surprised to find The Lair extremely naked. Nothing like he'd seen before retiring. He knew Syx had sold a lot, but everything? It made him a little sad; even when they were enemies he'd found the other's creations profoundly entertaining. He thought of things no one else did and, more often than not, ended up making them a reality. It brought him back to their school days, in which the young villain would hardly ever be seen without a pad and pencil. He was incredibly artistic, always making the most of his time...in the corner.

A sharp intake of breath stopped the former hero in his tracks. His blue eyes scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of his target. The warehouse was empty, save for bare shelves, metal closets, and steel tables sprinkled with various mechanical trinkets. Syx looked to be in the process of reinventing his designs. A sniffle came for the side, making him jump. Despite the low light, he didn't need to squint to figure out where Syx was hiding.

The blue alien was curled against the side of a metal storage cabinet, the shadows effectively concealing his form. His legs were pressed tight to his skinny chest, elbows resting on his knees and his face buried in his arms.

Wayne knelt down in front of him, placing his hands on his shoulders "Syx?"

"It's all my fault." he said, not looking up.

He knew what he was referring to; it only took a few hours to find and identify 3 bodies. An elderly man, a woman...

And a child.

"No, it isn't..." his heart tugged.

He felt Syx tense under his fingers before he threw his head up and glared at him.

"You don't get to say that!" he shook his hands off, scooting farther away from him.

A tear broke free from the puddle in his eye, streaming smoothly down his face.

"Three people are dead because of me...I wasn't quick enough, I didn't go back in to check! I let everybody down. They relied on me and I failed! Heroes. Don't. Fail! I-"

"Syx!" Wayne grabbed his arms and gave him a firm shake.

Syx looked at him miserably, a new onslaught of tears gathering in his eyes. It hurt to see his love this way...

Without another thought, he looped his arms around the other and pulled him into a comforting hug, holding on tighter as Syx clung to him. It didn't matter how long it took, if anyone caught them, how tired he got...

He wouldn't leave.

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