The following day, Minion returned from the post office with another stack of fan mail for his master. There were the expected holiday cards, which Megamind had the brainbots hang up alongside a growing collection, but there were also quite a few fan letters. That wasn't all.

"Why do women insist on sending me these things?" Megamind asked, tossing aside a photo.

Roxanne picked it up and blushed. "Oh, that's… Wow…"

"Not exactly subtle, is she?"

"Do you get things like this often?"

"Jealous?"

"I think any woman would want to know if other people were sending things like that to her boyfriend."

"You ARE jealous!" he looked delighted.

"Maybe just a little," Roxanne admitted.

Megamind beamed. "No one's ever been jealous over me before."

Roxanne glanced quickly at him, then gave him his favorite lopsided smile. "Yes, well, I'm jealous. I'm very, very jealous."

"Extremely?"

"Insanely."

His grin broadened, and he wrapped his arms around her. "As inevitable as it is that my daring heroism, brilliant intellect, and incredible good looks would attract a bevy of admirers," he pulled her closer. "You are the only one who gets to see what I have to offer in return."

He leaned down and kissed her— an unusual experience. Usually, their closeness in height meant he could simply lean in, but today Roxanne had foregone high heels in favor of comfortable flats, and Megamind was wearing one of his thick-soled pairs of combat boots.

"Now, what about this one," he continued, turning and opening another envelope. "Oh, look! Jonathan, age nine, has drawn a picture of me." He showed her a crayon drawing of a vaguely manga-influenced blue figure on what was clearly Megamind's hoverbike. "I'm keeping this one," he announced. "Why are the buildings on fire, though?" he asked, turning the paper around once more to examine it again.

"I think you're supposed to be saving the people inside," Roxanne said.

"I don't seem to be doing a very good job of it."

Roxanne laughed. "He's only nine. I doubt he's figured out how to depict motion in drawings yet. Give him time. What are you doing?"

"Writing back, of course!" He looked at her. "What?"

"You're sweet, do you know that?"

He blushed under his blue tone, cheeks going slightly purple. "Well, he did immortalize me in art..."

"Uh-huh, yeah," She put one hand on her hip and gave him a teasing smile. "Art that will be completely forgotten in a few months."

Now Megamind looked truly shocked. "I'll have you know I have a file where I keep every one of these!" he protested.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

Her smile softened into something sincere. "You're sweet. You're a sweet, adorable, kind-hearted dork. Admit it."

"Really, someone might hear you!" Megamind said, still writing. "What kind of criminals are going to run from a hero who's 'sweet?'"

"The ones who know he's not sweet all the time, and can kick serious butt when he needs to." She kissed his cheek, and his blush deepened.

"It's just part of my charm," he teased. "Roxanne?" he asked, seeing her face. "What's wrong?"

"That looks like..." she pointed at the pile of letters. "Megamind, he's written again."

Megamind whirled around and stopped cold. One of the envelopes bore too-familiar calligraphy and was addressed to Hesperos Oldwin.