The next day wasn't a brand new day; it was as grey and tedious as the day before. But it was an important day so he headed to the headquarters with his freezing ray and an awful lot of weapons tied to his belt. He walked slowly and people let him pass staring in awe. Everyone got out of his way; not just pedestrians but also cars, trucks and he almost could feel planes dodging him. Then out of the blue Captain Hammer appeared to stop his evil plan crying a stupid song about how heroic he was.

Doctor Horrible glanced him just a sec before freezing him. He walked past the hero without even looking at him. It was an oh-so-dull schedule. He plotted, Hammer came, He defeated the hero, the press came, he aimed to kill him and then… nothing. He couldn't kill him. Once he was in the laundry, HIS laundry in fact, he had bought it fairly, he was not cleaning clothes, – he didn't do that anymore – but thinking and remembering. He came to the conclusion that he couldn't kill him because he reminded him of Her, because her last words were his, and because if she had seen something good in him there might be (Not probable but meh…). That is the reason lately he had just frozen his arch-nemesis and ignored him.

When he got to the headquarters everything went smooth as silk and he easily got to the conference room, after all he had been there a million times before. He looked at the stopped scene. There was a ridiculous guy sitting in his chair, he was so plain and boring. He knew he wasn't a member, the league had asked for help and he was a guest. He looked like a posh British businessman. Doctor Horrible took the metallic tag with the name on it and read "The Master". At least he had a proper name. He wasn't going to kill some guy who happened to be there. He aimed and unfroze him.

The man just looked around, smiled and put the feet on the table. "So, you are the hero in L.A." said the man with a grin. "Not a bit, just revenge." Answered Horrible in a flat tone "Now, leave before it's too late". The master got up and put his hands in his pockets. He happened to have a bag of jelly babies and he offered one but Horrible wasn't in the mood. "Well… I suppose you can handle it alone. I came here today to make them beg for mercy instead of helping them because they were on my way but I concede revenge is much more relevant so… See you around… What's your name?" He enquired fidgeting with something like a pen in his hands, which looked broken or at least incomplete. "Doctor Horrible, and now if you could please leave any moment now."

The Master frowned in an unhappy way at the name and looked at him like he was looking for something but then he arched a brow and half smiled "It HAD to be a Doctor, of course, just not mine this time." And he left without looking back. Horrible stood a second wondering what the hell he was talking about.

He didn't waste any more time and collected any possible weapons that could ruin his plan, then he unfroze the whole room. Everyone looked at him and then desperately looked at the empty chair and back at him. They warily reached for their arms that were missing, of course, and realized they were doomed. Doctor Horrible didn't spoke this time, he had learnt better than that, so he walked slowly, so slowly, just to touch Bad Horse's head with the tip of his most harmful gun, 'no time for mercy' he thought.

He was already pulling the trigger when a figure in the door pointed at them and shoot, everything went slow-mo. Surely Captain Hammer had finally broken free. Doctor Horrible heard the unmistakable sound of a sonic weapon and the light. But he couldn't care less. Nothing mattered anymore. He closed his eyes preparing for the pain.