Prompt:

If you watch closely when Metroboy flies off with the school two things become apparent:

1) The teacher snaps out of her stink eye and gives a cherry tata wave before Metroboy picks up the school: She knew and planned for it to happen and told all the other children.

2) The teacher is a bitch.

Prompt is: His old Chull teacher meets/hears of HeroMind, Incredibly handsome defender of Metrocity and Master of all Villainy. (that's how he's so good at stopping the bad guys.)

Elizabeth Peters was a woman who prided herself on a few things; her reputation as a prim and proper lady, her extended wealth inherited from her now deceased husband, and the notoriety of being the woman who taught Metroman all those years ago, when he was still just MetroBoy.

Ms. Peters pulled out a dusty old box from a dark corner of her attic, brushing off the top to read the scrawled words written across it. First Grade class of 1987. With a wrinkled hand, she pulled open the flaps, coughing as a plume of dust and stale air rushed out, and shined a flashlight down on it's contents. The first thing she saw, placed on top of layers of old paperwork and sentimentals from past students, was a framed class picture. Elizabeth pulled it out and wiped a hand over the faded glass. A group of huddled, smiling faces met her, all surrounding a particularly special boy.

Of course, at first she knew him as Mark Scott, son of Lord and Lady Scott. That fact alone drove her to fawn over the boy, in hopes of gaining the favor of Metro City's wealthiest couple. It became quite apparent on the first day of school, though, that perhaps the power of that family didn't lie in money, but in the super strong hands of the child. He was a phenomenon. Super strength, super hearing, laser vision- it was like something out of a comic book. Mark drew the adoration of both teacher and classmates instantly with his otherworldly charm. Elizabeth knew that this kid was going to be famous, and if she played her cards right, maybe some of the limelight would filter down to her. After all, she didn't want to spend her whole life teaching.

That's why when that odd child from prison- the one with no real name, the alien- came to her class, Elizabeth was not happy. It was obvious the kid wouldn't fit in. He wasn't normal. He had a huge head and blue skin, and his social skills were completely lacking. She didn't like him from the beginning. Unlike Mark, he had no powers. Everything he did backfired on him and put the whole class in moderate danger. Elizabeth had no time to waste on a kid like that- why would she even try, when she had someone like Mark to teach?

The first time Mark put the blue child in time out, Elizabeth didn't stop him. It was a good lesson to the other children anyway- normal was good, while bad and strange things should be ostracized and punished. The others soon began to catch on, teasing and tormenting the alien constantly. She figured that after a while, perhaps he would catch the hint and attempt to be normal, or better yet, leave. She wanted to be remember for teaching Mark, not a blue skinned failure with a talking fish.

So when the kid defected, staining all of their faces blue for weeks, Elizabeth couldn't care less if she ever saw him again. The years passed and Mark became MetroBoy, who grew into Metroman. By then, she had found an old wealthy man to marry and moved away from Metro City to retire young. She would catch pieces of news every now and again about Metroman's victories over the villain named Megamind, who just so happened to be that blue alien. Elizabeth was pleased- everything had turned out the way it was supposed to be. Then, after her husbands oh-so-tragic death, Elizabeth moved back to Metro with the considerate bulk of inheritance he left behind in tow.

That was just over five months ago.

It was the next night that Elizabeth decided to dine at one of Metro City's finest restaurants, and was just walking home when a shadow fell over her. She looked up at the considerably taller person, snappy insult on her tongue, when her gaze was met with the barrel of a gun.

"Money and jewelry, grandma. Now!" the gruff voice demanded.

She trembled as she was backed into a wall. "Why- y-you can't do this!"

"Do it and you won't get hurt!"

"Or how does this sound?" a voice called. "Drop the gun and perhaps I won't dehydrate you."

Both attacker and victim wheeled around to find a blue skinned man in black leather pointing a strange glowing gun at the mugger's back.

"Don't think I won't shoot, Megamind!" the mugger yelled, this time with far less confidence.

"Oh, I don't doubt you," he replied. "But not before I shoot you first."

Then Elizabeth watched in horror and fascination as her attacker dissolved particle by particle into a tiny blue cube at her feet. The hero called Megamind approached her, and she didn't dare move as he picked up the cube and pocketed it. Then he turned to her and asked, "Are you alright?"

"D-Did you kill him?" she breathed, eyes wide.

"No, he's fine. Just a little water and he'll be...back to...normal..." Megamind's voice trailed off into shocked silence as he peered at her face, studying her. A light of recognition flashed in his eyes and his brow furrowed. "Miss...Peters? Are you Miss Peters?"

Elizabeth found his gaze unnerving, but nodded. "Yes, that's my name. Elizabeth Peters."

"Do you remember me?"

At first glance, his blue skin reminded her of that child from years ago, but she rejected the thought. That kid was a villain now, and a failure at that. He would never actually help anyone.

At her silence, the hero continued. "First grade. You taught me, at the old shool house."

That triggered it. He could never pronounce the word school, even back then. Stunned, she stepped back. "B-But how? Wh-Why?"

"I never forget a face, or a name. In fact, I don't forget anything." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Elizabeth paled. He remembered everything? Everything, and he would still help her? It didn't make sense...

"Wait!" she shouted. He stopped, his back still turned to her. "Why? Why did you save me?"

Several moments passed, taut with silence. Finally, he sighed, the tension dropping from his shoulders. "Because... I'm a hero now, and that's what heroes do."

A woman's voice rang out, not too far away. "Megamind, where are you? Are you alright?"

"I'm coming, Roxanne! One moment!" Glancing back at Elizabeth, he holstered his gun and gave her a small nod. "Good night Miss Peters."

And suddenly, she was alone.

Elizabeth Peters went home that night and reopened that box in the attic. She took out the picture frame and looked not at the group of smiling children, but to the lone boy off to the side, clutching his only friend in the world to his chest.

And she cried.