Summary: Captured in the hands of Frostbite, Red finds a way to escape her arch nemesis' clutches: by flirting.
*Superhero au
Red found herself in a very sticky situation. Not the type of situation where your sibling intentionally devoured all the maple syrup and you were stuck with sad plain pancakes, but the type where you were in deep waters.
After shedding the last fatigue from her haze of sleep, Red found herself roped to a bolted down chair in the confinement of an evil lair. The side of her head had been throbbing painfully, but being outsmarted by her arch nemesis hurted more than the kick to the face that knocked her out of consciousness.
Red twisted her wrists to test the restraints. Tight, painfully so. It was impossible to break loose through strength alone. The tips of her fingers were starting to lose feelings with how wrapped up she was.
"Welcome to my lair of solitude and maniacal brooding, Red."
The heroine abandoned her pointless struggles after picking up a soft purr. She narrowed her eyes to where the sound came from, and a masked villain stepped out of the darkness.
"Frostbite," Red sparked in sarcastic exuberance. She recognized the iconic mask that hid the villain's face from the nose up. "What a warm welcome. I am so thrilled to be here."
Frostbite leisurely circled her captive in a patronizing way underneath the dim lights. Her heels clicked sharply with every step, and Red wondered how humiliating it was to lose against a woman fighting in heels. They were more prone to tripping than actually running.
Frostbite clapped her hands and the room magically lit up.
"Huh," Red took a few seconds to examine her arch nemesis' lair. It was her first time here, and she was not disappointed. "I always imagined your lair to be bleak and barren, but this is actually really nice."
Frostbite smirked. "Thank you."
Red had thought her arch nemesis hid in a dark, cold cavern filled with stalactites and stalagmites, but now she knew where some of the money the villain had stolen went to — an entire lair makeover.
The hideout had a colossal tank filled with sharks and piranhas installed along the walls. Off to the far side near a hidden runway was a line of sport cars that appeared barely used. Closer to the heart of the room was a luxurious lounging area and a set of spiral stairs that led up to who knows where.
"Never pegged you to be the frugal type," Red teased. "I swear you stole more money than you actually spent here."
Frostbite playfully dragged a finger from one shoulder to the other when she walked behind Red. Her touch was delicate, but heavily condescending.
"I used a fair amount for a bonfire," she gladly admitted.
"Millions?" Red dared to ask.
"Billions."
Hearing that put more holes in Red's soul than there were zeros in a billion. It was hard to believe that Frostbite had burned enough money to end homelessness just to roast marshmallows. After putting a little more thought into it, that did seem like a Frostbite thing to do.
"You sure do know how to make us commoners look poor," Red muttered.
"Your misery brings me absolute joy." The annoying smirk on Frostbite's face was evidently still there when she gloated, but the sharp knife that she whipped out of nowhere was new. "Now… Let's see."
Her voice dripped sweeter than honey, but Red remained stoic. Crossing paths with Frostbite every now and then made her immune to that sultry voice, but there were a number of heroes that had fallen prey to it.
Frostbite briskly stepped in front of Red and brushed the cold steel of her knife gently across her face. As expected, she didn't get a reaction from the heroine, but that only encouraged her further. She teased the knife underneath the black eye mask that hid Red's identity.
"Easy there, Snowflake." Red jerked her head far enough where the pointy part doesn't stab something vital and squishy. "I might end up losing an eye."
"Hm." Frostbite mulled over it. "Wasn't really my intention."
"Sure…" Red scoffed. "With skills like yours you might — "
"Hm, what was that again?"
"— not actually poke my eye out," Red laughed nervously when the knife had slipped a couple centimeters closer to her eye.
Every time she fluttered her lashes, she could feel the point barely brushing against the hairs. Her spurring response earned a quiet little hum from Frostbite, but the knife did not retreat as it remained threateningly tucked underneath her mask.
"I always wondered who was hiding underneath this mask." Frostbite gave the ribbon a gentle tug with the knife, but it didn't give away. A harsher tug would fix that, but she generously decided not to.
"Careful," Red warned her. "I might be too hot for you to handle."
Frostbite laughed. "I believe it's the other way around."
"I'm not so sure about that," Red made an ingressive noise. "Want to make a bet?"
"And what exactly are you planning to bet?"
Red glanced down at her still unfortunate predicament. Nothing had changed since their conversation started. From the chest down to her ankles, she was still strapped to the chair like she had satisfied someone's extreme bondage fetish. She shifted her eyes back at Frostbite and smiled when the choices were clear.
"A lap dance — "
"Hmph."
"I'm kidding," Red said dryly, rolling her eyes when her arch nemesis didn't appreciate her joke. "With that flat —"
"Flat?"
"—tering ass." Red quickly sputtered after Frostbite had nicked her skin just below the eye to remind her about the knife's presence. Droplets of blood threatened to rush out of the small wound. "I think you would make a great dancer. Have you thought about turning a new leaf to become an exotic dancer?"
"Hm…" Frostbite pulled the knife away and used it to tap against her chin. Red felt a sense of relief wash over when the weapon wasn't anywhere near her eye anymore, "not interested," only to be shattered when the knife slipped back underneath her mask. "Now, back to the topic. You must be wondering why I kidnapped you."
There were so many reasons Red could think of, but she knew her meddlings landed somewhere high at the top of the list. She was a pain in Frostbite's flat ass. It wasn't a shocker if her arch nemesis wanted her dead; it would be one less obstacle in her way.
Moderately panicking, Red devised a last minute plan that could potentially get her out of this mess. She had seen it work in movies. Kind of. She threw on her smoothest and sexiest smolder she had done in her entire life.
"A surprise date?" Red popped the 't' to add more charm to it.
To be fair, that was the only smolder she had ever done in her life. And she wasn't going to lie, she was prepared for something harder than an iron skillet to smack her across the face for saying something so outrageously bold. If not, then she was prepared to come out with one eye less.
"T-T-This is not a surprise date!" Frostbite hissed, stuttering in her exclamation.
That had caught Red completely off guard. Of all the times she had come face to face with the calm and collected Frostbite, she had never heard the villain almost lost for words. This was entirely new, totally unexpected, kind of cute, and she wanted to exploit it.
Red decided to turn up her game.
She was going to make Frostbite swoon.
"I was under the impression that you wanted to date me." Red said with unmistakable coyness.
"In your dreams," Frostbite scoffed.
"You're always in my dreams, Snowflake," she tossed in a wink.
This time the knife slipped away from underneath the mask, and Red strained her neck when the pointy side of the knife sneaked underneath her chin.
"Y-You should be valuing your life more, Red." Frostbite steeled herself to look more threatening.
"I am," Red said, unfazed by the knife near her throat. A knife to the neck wasn't the most romantic gesture, but she let it slide after catching another one of Frostbite's endearing stutters. She had never imagined Vale's infamous villain was weak against her charms. She added a coquettish smile. "Just as much as I value your outfit, Snowflake. Looking cute today, I see. Can I make a couple of suggestions though? Shorter skirt. No tights underneath."
Frostbite sharply spun around in her heels and started pacing across the floor in frustration. Red would like to think it's flusteration. This was a good sign, it meant she was getting inside her head.
"Your heels make your ass look great by the way," the heroine slid out there. Her side comment earned her a sharp glare, but she dismissed it with an innocent shrug. "I'm just enjoying the view. Don't mind me."
Red gritted her teeth in surprise when Frostbite slammed a foot into her chest. The chair rattled, but it didn't tip on its hind legs. The villain wasn't holding back. The end of her heels had sunk into the thick bindings of the rope and Red could feel it digging into her chest.
"I had a feeling I might have tied the ropes a little too tight," Frostbite chewed out, raising her chin like she hadn't lost control over the situation. "It seems there's not enough oxygen circulating through your brain. You're going mad."
"You're not wrong," Red threw on a grin despite the heels uncomfortably digging into her flesh. She let her eyes drop down to where the leg had leveled against her chest and followed up the white knitted stockings. "I'm mad that you're wearing spandex underneath your skirt."
Frostbite caught where Red had been pervertedly staring and she instantly put her foot down. She reeled away with a frustrated groan. If there was a blush on the villain's face, then her mask covered it quite well.
"Why are you like this," Frostbite hissed, pointing the knife accusingly at her.
"Like what?" Red feigned innocence. She made sure her voice reached the right level of sweetness to acquire diabetes.
"This." The villain wildly gestured at her with a knife. It looked as if she was talking about this as a disgusting whole.
"Charming?"
"Annoying," Frostbite corrected her.
"Cute?"
"Unpleasant."
"Funny?"
"No." Frostbite folded her arms across her chest.
"Ah, well," Red rested back in her chair making herself comfortable. It was impossible with the ropes still digging into her skin, but she worked around it. "What can I say Snowflake —"
"Frostbite," the villain corrected the heroine.
"Maybe we should keep meeting like this, Snowflake," Red said without missing a beat. She personally preferred this nickname over the villain's alias. "I'm starting to like it. It's a nice change in pace. Though, you should really buy me dinner first before taking me back to your home."
"I'm not the type to follow rules," Frostbite curtly reminded her.
"I dig bad girls," Red purred.
The hero threw another wink for extra measures. It had Frostbite retreating a few steps away, a hand cupped around her mouth like she wanted to hide the blush. Red never knew the villain had a cute side to her and her heart unexpectedly thumped faster. She was enjoying this a lot more than she imagined.
"That does not concern me," Frostbite croaked out. "Nor do I care."
It wasn't as stone cold stoic as she liked it to be, but the knife will accommodate her lack of. She steadied herself in a menacing manner and shoved the weapon back to Red's face threateningly trying to take control of the situation.
"Ouch," Red pulled out her best sulking pout. "Ripping my heart here."
Her pout had some effects — Frostbite had been caught off guard but managed to shake it off.
"I'm really tempted to rip your mask off."
"If you're gonna strip my mask away," Red rasped low, "you should start with my clothes first."
Frostbite tossed the knife away and screeched in frustration. "Y-You're such an insufferable dolt! You're supposed to be spewing out justice and other bantering nonsense like you normally do! Not f-f-f-fli —"
"Flirt?" Red helpfully suggested. Frostbite was having a hard time projecting the word out.
"Do not finish my sentence!" She exclaimed exasperatedly. "What kind of sick game are you playing, Red?"
"Nothing, Snowflake." Red smiled lightheartedly. She leaned forward, but with her entire torso and lower waist tied to the chair, she couldn't lean as far or look seductive like she wanted to. "There's always room for justice and you in my heart."
"You're messing with me," Frostbite spat accusingly. "That's what you're doing. You're trying to get underneath my skin to let my guard down!"
"I was actually trying to get underneath your dress — "
There was a sharp, crackling sound. Frostbite had slapped her hard across the cheek. Even with the mask cleverly concealing the villain's identity, Red could see her skin glowing brighter than the color of her alias. Seeing a deep blush crawled underneath Frostbite's mask made the face slap a lot less painful and Red never pegged herself to be a masochist.
"Y-Y-You're so s-shameless!" Frostbite let out a shrill shriek. "I can't believe you."
"Ow," Red sucked in her cheeks, feeling the sting spreading. She was glad that her nose wasn't bleeding. "Yeah, I kind of deserved that. Sorry, I got a little carried away."
She watched Frostbite stomp the opposite direction to pick up an opened bottle of wine from the table. The villain poured herself a glass and devoured half of it in seconds.
"Aww look at us," Red gushed happily. "We're behaving like a married couple and I'm driving you to alcoholism already."
Frostbite snorted and poured herself another glass. "You really know how to drive a woman crazy."
"In love?"
"No."
Red watched her sip the glass from afar.
"You think I can have some?"
"Why?"
"Just a little parched."
"If you make a thirsty joke, I will splash this wine on you."
Red winced because anything red was troublesome to wash off her clothes. "I won't." She would cross her heart, but she had her hands completely tied in the moment. "A heroine's promise."
Frostbite let out an inaudible sigh. She was born to be evil, but she at least treated her prisoners somewhat nicely. "Very well." She strode closer to Red and tipped the glass to her lips. "Drink. It may be your very last."
Red flicked her eyes up and stared intently at Frostbite while the wine touched her lips. It was cool to the surface, sweet too. It tasted good, but she assumed that was because Frostbite drank from it before.
Red caught her arch nemesis chewing her lower lips while she sipped. She let go of her gaze briefly and finished the wine to the last drop after deciding that was enough teasing.
"That was nice," Red licked her lips, clearly attempting not to hide it. "What brand was it?"
"Something you cannot afford with your meager wage," Frostbite scoffed, staying impressively level headed after that very intimate eye-holding. She set aside her now emptied glass and retrieved her knife from the ground.
"You know," Red hummed. "I'm really enjoying our surprise date."
"K-Kidnapping!" Frostbite grouched. "This is a kidnapping! What gave you any idea that this is a date?"
"I'm with a beautiful woman and our time together has been romantic so far. Though, I do wish there were less ropes involved."
"Beautiful woman," Frostbite parroted disbelievingly. "You don't even know what I look underneath this mask. My skin could be hideously burned or scarred."
"I stand by my statement — I'm with a beautiful woman except she took me home without buying me dinner first."
"Are you always this distracting, no, flirtatious with every person you meet face to face?" Frostbite sighed exasperatedly again.
"Only to you," Red winked.
Frostbite studied her, or at least, that was what Red presumed. As much as the heroine would love to admire her enemy, she saw a gleaming blade closing in on her from a short distance.
Red tried shirking away from the knife, but the chair held her still. She anticipated Frostbite running the blade through her body, but instead, the villain sawed the ropes in half. She sliced through them like a hot knife in butter. The ropes gave away and fell to the floor.
"Y-You're setting me free?" Red rubbed her wrist in surprise. The ropes had been chafing against her skin and left an angry streak of red, but it would go away in a couple of hours.
"I'm tired," Frostbite said. She clipped her knife back into her holster and went back to the table to pour another glass of wine. "I'm running on my last brain cell. You can leave. Take the stairs, make a left, go down the corridor, then take a right. You're smart, you'll be able to find your way out."
Red watched her arch nemesis walk towards the leather sofa and took a seat. Frostbite sipped her glass of wine while watching the sharks and piranhas chase each other inside the ginormous fish tank.
"You sure?" Red asked skeptically.
"Mmhm." Frostbite said without batting a second glance.
Red started towards the spiral staircase and took one final glance at Frostbite. The villain hadn't budged from her seat, only occasionally sipping wine. Red thought about turning back and keeping her company, but she shook her head. She left Frostbite's lair.
Fast forward a couple days later, Red encountered Frostbite again. They resumed back to their normal behavior as if their incident had never happened. But today seemed a bit out of the ordinary to Red. Certainly Frostbite had been terrorizing the city, but there was far less destruction than she normally does. That, and there was something different about Frostbite.
Frostbite threw a punch in which Red easily deflected with her forearm. Countering, Red steeled her legs and swooped down for a low sweep. She had missed when Frostbite jumped backwards, retreating a few paces away.
"Your punches hurt a lot less than I last remembered," Red suspiciously noted.
"Must be all in your head," Frostbite responded apathetically, taking a slow, heavy step forward before sprinting at her for another attack.
Red took a step back, watching the flying fist narrowly miss. "Did you skip breakfast today, Snowflake?"
"Concerned?" Frostbite ducked forward and dodged a kick swung to her head.
"Very," Red replied whimsically. Frostbite threw a few more jabs that the heroine deflected again. "Something's different about you."
"Oh, you've noticed?" Frostbite smirked, not slowing her attacks that Red managed to evade. "Want to know?"
"Will it hurt?"
"Maybe."
"Hah. Then do your worst," Red taunted with a smug smile. She wasn't threatened at all by Frostbite's remarks. In fact, she was eager to face whatever challenges the villain was about to throw her.
"If you insist," Frostbite smirked.
The change in footwork and attacks had Red by surprise. A fist managed to land across Red's face and forced her to recoil, though it didn't knock her out. The second she recovered, she ducked forward and dodged a high kick aiming towards her head, and that was when she noticed something distractingly odd.
Frostbite's skirt was shorter than usual.
Frostbite spun and swung another incredibly fast, high kick. Red couldn't react in time and shut her eyes, waiting for brute force to knock the side of her head. However, it never happened.
Red peeked out with one eye open and discovered Frostbite playfully smirking. Her arch nemesis had stopped her kick short as the back of the villain's heel was only an inch away from her face.
Raising a brow, Red's eyes naturally roamed down leg. She saw Frostbite had no tights underneath just… Well… there were far less threads, or coverage, to be even considered panties.
Blood started to drip down from Red's nose a lot more than she imagined, and the heroine fainted.
When Red woke up, she found herself slumped on a chair in Frostbite's evil lair. She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned, trying to get rid of the grogginess as she stirred to life.
But in the middle of kneading her nose, she frowned. The last time she was here she had been strapped to a chair. As of now, there were no ropes involved. This confused her.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Red." It was a soft purr Red recognized.
The heroine pulled herself up in her chair and noticed a warm meal laid out on a table in front of her. Frostbite had appeared from behind with a lighter in hand.
"Is this a... Kidnapping?" Red mused as she watched her arch nemesis light up a candle.
Frostbite took a seat across and tucked her chin on her hands, laughing.
"It's a kidnapping."
"Not a date?"
"Not a date."
"Are you sure?" Red raised a brow, smiling.
Frostbite smiled back. "I don't date heroes."
"Ah… I see." Red then sucked in her cheek as she took a deep breath. She reached behind her head and pulled the knot. Her eye mask fell onto her lap, and she tenderly smiled as she revealed her true self. "How about a date not with Red but with Ruby Rose?"
"Hm." Frostbite got a good look at Ruby. She was impressed by her sense of courage because not everyone could deliberately reveal their own identity to their enemies. Frostbite equaled the playing field and pulled her mask off. She smiled with the face she had been covering for years. No burn marks, just one scar slashed down her eye. Her eyes shimmered a beautiful shade of blue. "Only if you're fine with dating Weiss Schnee"
Ruby grinned.
"No problems here. In fact, I'd love to."
Prompt found on tumblr under writing-prompt-s: "You're the most notorious super villain in the whole city, and you've got your goody-two-shoes superhero rival trapped in your lair of solitude and maniacal brooding. But your arch nemesis has a fatal trick up their sleeve, something you were never expecting but now dreading. They're flirting with you."
