Penny didn't like the odds. She wasn't a gambler, but she remembered taking a statistics class in high school. Ever since then, she always tried to find the odds. And right now, they didn't look good. Billy had come clean with everything. Everything. Maybe a little too much. He had a habit of rambling on and on when he got nervous.

He told her that he had applied to the Evil League of Evil. That he had finished his second Ph.D. four years ago, and was now twenty four. That he may or may not have gotten into the League based on a letter of condemnation from the deputy mayor. That he had a video blog. That he messed up his last heist and now had a huge threat over his head. That he was a virgin…

Yes, far too many things.

"Hold on, you mean to tell me that you want into the biggest crime organization the world has ever known, that you tried to kidnap the mayor, and now will be the Thoroughbred of Sin's bed-time-toy if you don't kill someone?"

Billy was sitting in the corner by her fridge, arms around his knees. Penny was sitting on her couch, trying to figure out how you could sign a phone call. Sighing she ran a hand through her hair. Just an hour ago they were cuddling on her couch. She was glad that he wasn't going to hide or lie to her. But really, this would have been good to know. She looked over to him, huddled and afraid by her appliance, trying to figure out what to do. Getting to her feet she crossed to him, paused, then sat cross-legged on the tile.

"Well, I guess I need to come clean now too. I'm twenty five. I'm from the mid-west. I grew up on the street. I stole things to eat. I don't like doing it; I didn't like it then either. But it was how I stayed alive. I don't like that you want to get into the ELE. I won't stop you, as it's what you want to do. I just don't like it. I don't approve of you taking things that aren't yours, but then again, I've done it too, so it's not my place." His eyes met hers. The fear had started to ebb out of them. So she smiled at him.

Reaching out a hand she touched his chin, then his hair. He flinched as her fingers went through the strands. She'd have to ask him about that later.

"I won't stop your dream. The world is a mess. I don't know if you should rule it, but there does need to be a change. Though I'm not sure how taking money is upsetting the 'status quo' as you like to say. You do what you need to do to make you happy. But I will not stand by and let you kill someone."

"I don't like killing." It was the first thing Billy had said since he finished his tale of how much trouble he was in. "I hate it. I hate having people hurt. I take money to get supplies for my ray-guns. I've never hurt anyone before. I've never killed before. It's icky, it's not tasteful, it's it's…"

"Horrible." He looked away from her.

"Yes."

There was quiet again. Penny shifted how she was sitting to be next to him, one arm around his shoulders. Billy remembered the time that Moist had done this. Why was it that Billy felt safe in the corner, by the fridge? He never understood it. It was just a nice place to be. And this one didn't have a drippy faucet on the other side of the wall. Which was kind cool. Penny could afford a better apartment than he could. Then again, she had a job.

"I don't want anything to happen you to Penny. That's why I had to tell you."

"I know. Nothing will happen to me, okay? We just have to find a way to get you out of this. They didn't say when you had to kill someone, did they? Just that you had to kill someone."

"I guess. But Bad Horse isn't patient. Bad Horse is the opposite of patient. If I take too long he'll kill me. But if I mess up my next heist he'll kill me. That's why I haven't done anything."

"I have an idea. I know you don't like him, bu-"

"No. I will not work with that tool."

"You don't have too. Remember that petition you signed? It worked. We have that building opening up in two week. If you can get your freeze ray up, and make something to make it look like you killed someone, it might get you off the hook and you can humiliate that jerk."

Billy blinked at her, amazed at what she said. Was this the same Penny that was shy and quiet in the Laundromat?

"I think I love you." She broke out laughing, standing up and helping him to his feet.

"Come on Doctor, let's take a look around your lab and see what trouble we can get into."