"Alright! The wait is over! This, my friends, is my Freeze Ray. Which, with the addition of the Wonderflonium I obtained at my famously successful heist last week, will stop time right out from under your feet. No, wait, that's rugs. Rugs right from under… your… ahem. RIGHT! This is it my minions, time to put it in action! As of tonight, I am IN the Evil League of Evil, if all goes according to plan, which it WILL, because I hold a Ph.D. in Horribleness! Which Moist tells me I should change… actually. It's, you know, more like two Ph.D.s in the biomedical and mechanical engineering fields, but yeah. I'm Doctor Horrible! Not Doctor Biomedical Mechanical Engineer of Doom. Hey, that's catchy. A little long but… NO! I'm Dr. Horrible, I have a Ph.D. in Horribleness! See you at the aftermath. Peace! …But, not literally..."

Billy turned off the recording, uploading the video before he had a chance to think about it and re-record it. He was proud of himself, no mention of Penny in this one. He had to be careful, Bad Horse was watching. If he said anything about saving Penny from the van he'd be screwed… Bad Horse did say something about making him his mare. Ugh, shudder, that is not a pleasant image. But the video was up, Moist was grinning from the fridge where he stayed out of camera frame and listened to the whole thing.

"You really have to watch what you rant about."

"Yeah, I know. But I like my catchphrase!"

"Ph.D. in Horribleness? Is there even such a thing? You worked since you were sixteen for those two Ph.D.s you have, you should be proud of them."

"I know, but. It's just not, catchy."

"And a Ph.D. in Horribleness is?"

Pause.

"…yes…?"

"Whatever Doc."

"I have to go, the bridge is opening up in an hour."

"You need anything made soggy?"

Billy paused, freeze ray in hand, thinking over his plan. The bridge would be pretty wet already, Billy didn't have boots that griped well. But Hammer did. And it'd be good to have him slippery so that once he was frozen to just push him and he'd slide right into the water. And that'd take him being moist himself, not just the ground. Yeah, yeah, NO! That'd kill him! Billy didn't want to kill him, just ruin everything and… and what? What was the point? Humiliate Hammer. Captain Tool, Corporate Hammer, knock him flat on his back and see how he likes it. Yeah, that'd be good.

"Sure, I might have something for you to do."

Billy turned on the computer again, watching the little record button warm up. He touched his face again, wincing as his fingers reached the hot bruise on the side. He hated that man, really hated him. Seriously, why did he have to monologue like that?! Why did he have to give that monologue, why did he have to give that big oaf the time to pick up that car?! The red light flashed, show time.

"Ghuuha…Freeze Ray needs work." His voice was so wonky today, had to do something with being knocked out, and chocked, and thrown, and yeah, other stuff… "I also need to be a little bit more careful about what I say on this blog. Apparently the LAPD and Captain Hammer are among our viewers. They were waiting for me at the Mayor's dedication of the Super Hero Memorial Bridge. The Freeze Ray takes a few seconds to warm up, and I wasn't..."

Shouting all over the place, he was running to keep an eye on the mayor that was being covered and protected by security. Why hadn't he thought to turn it on before announcing that he was there?! A scream of approval from the crowd, and he looked up just in time to see the front bumper of a sedan get very very big. He was lucky the idiot didn't kill him.

"Captain Hammer threw a car at my head."

He was lucky that he was alive. A ton or so of steel and rubber and gasoline… it was over kill. His plan was to freeze the mayor, freeze Hammer, grab the mayor and run off with him. Hold him ransom, gain a buck or two. In all honesty, he wasn't going to hurt anyone. He'd been doing this for years, he had never hurt anyone. He was the one that was always hurt.

"Not to worry though, because I'm-" His phone rang. It was the League.

"I can't do it Moist. Killing? It's not me, it's not what I do. Killing people doesn't solve anything. I want to rule them, not kill them. If I kill them, who is left to rule over?"

"You can always apply to the Henchman's Union."

"Pssh! I'm not a henchman! I'm-"

"Doctor Horrible, I know. With a Ph.D. in Horribleness. Is that even a word?" Moist thrust out the jar, Billy giving him a scathing look before taking it begrudgingly and twisting it open, handing it back.

"It's just, I deserve to get in, you know I do. But killing, really? There's nothing cool about killing." Moist watched as he paced, fumbling with his gloves and playing with his goggles. Nervous habit, gave him away every time. Shaking his head Moist put the jar down and threw his arm around the villain's shoulders, soaking him instantly.

"Doc, man, look. You got the girl, you have a freeze ray; just do what we've been doing. Do we really need the League?" Something in the back of Billy's mind told him no. It was an odd voice, something that had so much power to it. No, no he didn't need the League. He'd change the world on his own. But there was still the threat that was over his head right now. There has to be blood. And it might be his. What if the League found out about Penny? He had to do something.

"You're right Moist, but now that I have the girl, what can I do? The League wants blood. And if I don't take it, it'll be mine. How can I do that to Penny?"

"Not like she even knows."

Light bulb!