So I was browsing through my stories, and I came across this one, titled Two-Face.

I do not remember where the hell I was going with it. I remember all of three details. I stole portions of Kim's speech from Tommy Lee Jones in Batman forever. Shego scared Kim turning her into Two-Face (basically unlocking Kim's dark side, as glimpsed in So The Drama when Kim remorselessly kicks Shego into an electrical tower). Kim went after Shego in retaliation, supposedly killing her.

I have no idea where I intended this to go however. And from what I have written, I can see several paths to take. Among this paths are: a very much alive Shego who was hidden by Global Justice trying to help Kim, and perhaps the story becoming KiGo. The 'good' part of Kim takes over and kills herself to prevent her darker side killing anyone (even if this comes about from a coin flip). And Two-Face succeeding in taking over the world where her previous villains failed.

There are probably more routes this story could take, including Flashbacks of how Kim became Two-Face.

And for the record, I do not know where the Possibles, Ron, and Wade are, or even if they're alive. Just another detail I had completely forgotten.

And it is because I have completely forgotten this story, that I now leave it her for adoption.

I Do Not Own Kim Possible or Two-Face

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Henry Go sadly knelt down next to the grave of his only sister. Shannon may not have been the best person alive, but he had loved her.

Though in many ways, he had to admit, his sister's death was poetic.

But Shego's death had changed many things for him and the rest of Team Go.

Mortimer, Mego was afraid to be a hero anymore, and flat out quit the team. William and Edward, his younger brothers known as the Wegos, were also no longer on the team. He'd kicked them off himself and told them that until they were adults, he wouldn't let them back on the team, and would actively stop them from heroics.

And that left him, Hego as the sole hero of Go City. But his sister's death had changed him as well.

Being a Hero was no more about his own, previously inflated, ego. Looking back, he'd been able to see how easily he'd pushed Shannon and Mortimer away. With all of his self-righteous prattle and holier-than-though attitude, he'd been little more than an over inflated preacher. Especially since he spent just as much time speaking to villains about how wrong they were and the path of righteousness as he did his own siblings.

Now, he took the job seriously. He'd seen the ugly side at last, and just how far a hero could fall. Now, he was one of the most respected hero's alive, instead of the joke many had thought of him as before.

Placing a red rose on his sister's tombstone, Henry began to speak to his sister. "It's another year. I know it doesn't mean much, me being here, and I know you'd probably laugh at me and tell me how useless it is talking to the dead." He smiled slightly. "Mortimer's got a new girl. I think she might actually be the one for him. She's able to put up with him better than anyone. William and Edward are starting high school next month. Naturally, they're excited."

The large man reached up and rubbed a tear from his face. "There's not much more to say," he continued. "I'm still doing my best to help people, including Kimberly. I know you regretted what you did to her, even after…well…," Hego was interrupted as the communicator he wore to keep in touch with Go City's Chief of Police went off.

Taking it off his belt, he said, "Hego here," no trace of the emotion's he was feeling in his voice.

"Hego, Two-Face has shown up at the 2nd National Bank of Go City," the chief informed him. "She's got hostages."

"I'm on my way," he assured the Chief, before turning off the communicator and placing it on his belt.

Standing to his full, imposing height, the muscle-bound hero gave one last look at the grave stone that read:

Shannon Marie Go

Shego

Sister, Friend, and Hero

May Redemption and Forgiveness Never Be Out of Reach

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Meanwhile, at the 2nd National Bank of Go City, a woman walked along the line of hostages tied up and cowering on the floor.

Any hostage that looked up would see her in profile, wearing a tailored tan pant-suit that allowed for the easy movement necessary for martial arts. The only discrepancy in the appearance was that, as she walked, a black pinstriped left pant leg that most certainly didn't match the tan of the right leg was visible.

The woman herself had to be beautiful, and indeed was. Her red hair fell just past her shoulders. When combined with what had to be a muscular hourglass figure that the girl hadn't had when she graduated high school, her lightly sun-kissed skin, and emerald eyes, and she was very easy on the eyes.

At least, from a certain point of view.

And she was recognizable as Kim Possible, former teen hero and savior of the world on several occasions.

As she walked, carrying a loaded, silver, 9mm Berretta semi-automatic pistol with white pearl grips in her right hand, she flipped a half-dollar coin idly in her left.

Her henchmen, who were most certainly not the standard HenchCo lackeys many supervillans employed, were going quickly about their business. Five were emptying the vault, while the remaining five watched the hostages.

"Tell me, do any of you know why you're here?" the former heroine asked. Receiving no answer from the terrified hostages, she continued, "The same reason why you're born. Why one man is born a hero, his brother a coward; a martyr dies in vain and sinners raise legions of followers." She grabs one of the hostages and pulls them up to stare her in the face, revealing that the left side of her face is severely scared, disfigured, and red. Her teeth are visible and her eye bulging, with no trace of hair on the entire left side of her head. Her ear appears to be almost non-existent, being no more than a burned of nub. Her suit is revealed to be two toned, the right side being tan, while the left is black with pin striping.

"Blind, uncaring, unbiased, fucking LUCK!" she snarls, before ginning.

"What's your name?" Kim ask the hostage, her tone soft and polite. "Well?" she prompts when the man she'd grabbed hesitates.

"J…John," the man replies shakily.

"John," Kim purrs with a grin. "Good name. Tell me John, do you want to live?"

The man nods.

"Why?"

"My wife, and children," he explains, tears now falling down his face.

"You have children," Kim said slowly. "Tell me their names, and how old they are."

"J…Janice is eight," the man gulps. "And Ashley four."

"Your wife's name?"

"Victoria."

"Victoria," Kim repeated, "Roman goddess of victory. Good Name," she adds with a nod. "You want to see them again, your family, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then lets flip for it," she says. Holding up her coin, she shows him the unmarked head. "Heads, I let you go, and you return to Janice, Ashley, and Victoria unharmed." She then turned the coin, to reveal another head, except that the head had been marred by what looked like an explosion of some kind. "Tails, I blow your fucking brains out here and now."

Quickly, she kicked the man's legs out from under him, so that he was kneeling before her.

Without hesitation, she flipped the coin into the air, before catching it, and flipping it onto the back of her right hand. Taking her hand away, she grinned. Picking up the coin, she showed him the ruined side. "Guess this isn't your lucky day," she said, before bringing the Berretta up and shooting John in the head without any hesitation.

The other hostages screamed and cowered as John's corpse fell to the floor.

Looking at the other hostages, the woman now known as Two-Face cheerfully asked, "Who's next?"