Disclaimer: I checked, I still don't own Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable or the rest of the characters. Disney Enterprises, Inc. does. I use them for my own joys and sorrows, not for any type of payment. Blackout is my own creation. Him, I DO own.
Shego deftly disabled the alarms to the bank, and with a slight green glowing fireball, popped open the front door. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll take care of the security cameras and guards." The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere. "Could you please tidy up the door? We don't want anyone passing by and alerting the police." Shego turned, quickly, as she heard footsteps echo through the bank. "This is gonna take some getting use to. Working with the Invisible Man," she thought as she closed the door and spot-welded the broken hinge with a tiny plasma blast from one finger. She checked her watch. Fifty eight seconds passed before the footsteps approached. A figure, matching the foot falls, seemed to magically appear, walking across the lobby as if out for a Sunday stroll. The figure, short and a little rotund, was dressed all in black from head (a stupid, Shego thought, wide brimmed fedora) to toe. His cape was swirling behind him.
"Listen, Blackout," Shego spoke to him in her unbelieving, snide tone, "I know you've told me a coupla time already, but are you sure Dr. D. was killed in that blast?" Blackout sighed. "I've already told you 18 time. So, for the 19th and final time, YES!" He reached beneath his cloak and pulled out a small plastic bag and showed it to her. In it was a piece of human, albeit blue, flesh with a scar. "I keep a souvenir of all my ex-partners. I'm gonna have it laminated and put it in a nice picture frame." Shego recognized the scar from under Drakken's left eye and shrunk back, giving in to a shutter. "EEEW! she moaned. "That's just gross." Shego's face brightened. "That means this," she pulled a piece of paper from behind her back, "is null and void." She smirked as her hand ignited and the paper was engulfed in green flame, disintegrating into ashes which then burned further into nothingness.
"Was that your contract with him?" Blackout inquired. Shego smiled, "Yep, Uh Huh!" she squealed, gleefully. "It feels great to finally be rid of that man and his 'Take Over The World' plans that never worked. I finally get to work with a man who shows some intelligence." They started to walk to the vault area. "I see us as equals, Shego. I have the brains and you certainly have the brawn. We will make a great team." He paused for a moment. "By the way, do we need a contract... Partner?" An evil grin crossed his face. Shego winced at the look he was giving her. They stopped in front of the huge vault door. Shego turned to him, "By the way... I mean, just out of curiosity... what kinda souvenir would you want of me?" "Oh, I don't know. A locket of your hair, your costume," Blackout phased out of sight, "Or maybe a piece of this!" She felt a hand grasp her ass and squeeze hard. Shego screamed "CUT THAT OUT!" and, with both hands igniting, swung wildly around her. Blackout reappeared ten feet away. "Sorry, just my little joke."
She stormed over to him and swiftly grabbed his face with one hand, pulling it close to hers. With eyes glowing green, her stern face almost burned holes in him. Then a smile grew. "Only if you have the proper equipment," She purred seductively. Shego let go and strolled back to the vault door, her hips swaying more than usual. "But we don't have time to find out right now," she stated, her game face back in place. She put her finger around the combination lock. With a grunt, Shego's hand lit up and pushed into the hardened titanium. With a twist of her wrist, she wrenched the lock off, tossing it aside. She inserted her, now, unlit hand into the hole and prodded around inside the door. She smiled and withdrew her hand before turning the multi-spoked wheel, retracting the 4" bolts that secured the door. "Let's get what we came for and jet." The door easily swung open, only to reveal...
"KIM POSSIBLE!" they both yelled in disbelief. Kim, standing in the doorway, pulled out a little black box with an antenna sticking out the front. "You two are so Busted!" she said, pushing the single big red button. A net dropped out of the ceiling, covering Shego, shocking her with 50,000 volts of electricity. She fell to the floor, unconscious. Kim walked out of the vault doorway and beamed. "I told ya you were busted." Looking closer, Kim noticed only one shape under the net. "Ron! He's not here!" she yelled.
"They missed. Glad I wasn't close to the door," Blackout, cloaked, thought as his tip toed towards the exit. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Out of reflex, he turned to see who it was. "BOO YAH!" Ron bellowed, right in Blackout's face. Ron was wearing infrared goggles. "YOU'RE BUSTED TOO!" Blackout tried to run, but Ron was quicker, catching up to him in just 10 feet. Ron tackled him and, pulling out a set of handcuffs, secured one to a wrist and the other to an ankle. Ron yanked the cape off him and Blackout phased back into view. Ron stood up, towering over his captive, "Don't run away. The police are outside and want to talk to you."
Kim walked over to Ron and gave him a kiss. She turned, and pushed the red button again. Shego squealed and her body jerked violently for one second, then collapsed in a heap. "That's a lot of fun... but I feel a little guilty." She jolted Shego, again, for a split second. Ron reached over and gently took the remote from Kim's hand. "Better let me hold on to this for a while. You seem to have a nervous twitch in your trigger thumb," Ron said half jokingly. His thumb brushed the button and Shego's body spasmed. Kim spun and sternly looked at her partner. "Ron?" "Sorry K.P. That was an accident." he said meekly. A thought crossed his mind. "But some might say, with all the punishment she's given us over the years, it might be a manifestation of sub-conscious retribution." A surprised look came to Kim's face. "You have been paying attention in Psych class!" she said admiringly.
Ron pointed the remote at Shego, thumb poised on the button. "Naaaah!"
A/N: While a villain in this story, I believe Blackout could make for an interesting HERO. What do you think? The plot bunnies are prodding me in that direction, towards a full-length movie script.