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When Wayne Scott first heard his cell phone ring, he did not need any of his superpowers to know exactly who it was that was calling. He might not be the smartest person in the city (That title belonged to the blue, narcissistic supervillain he was due to fight today), but he was no fool. Roxanne would simply have to wait. Considering what she is currently putting him through, it serves her right.
Wayne was currently located at the ruins of the Lil' Gifted School for Lil' Gifted Kids. When the crusader was not busy 'fighting' Megamind, assisting the fire department, or other tasks that his superhero status had thrust upon him, he was waiting for Roxanne to make an appearance. He was waiting to hear her drive towards the schoolhouse, stomp inside, and hit the steel door repeatedly until she was out of energy. But this, Wayne decided, was much more unexpected.
But then again, it is Tuesday. She probably wouldn't have succeeded in coming here, considering at least one Brainbot was trailing her. It would alert its master and he would pick her up before Roxanne even left the city limits.
Roxanne Ritchi. What a clever name she chose for herself. It's close enough that she could get used to responding to it quickly, yet it did not seem to be connected with the girl that the world was talking about.
It seemed like only yesterday when he first saw her in the streets of Detroit.
*******FLASHBACK*******
Later in life, he would regret his actions that day, but Wayne Scott knew that this girl was suffering. He found her completely by accident. He was already in the city during the winter break of his junior year. He passed an alley on the way back to Metro City. He couldn't explain it, not even to this day. But something inside of him was pushing him towards that particular alley, at that particular time. Lo and behold, there she was. Just one look at her and you couldn't even tell that she was once well-fed and taken care of. Anne Warbucks' eyes were surrounded in dark circles, her expensive clothes ripped and stained, her auburn hair covered in grime, and she looked like she had not eaten in days.
He did not even had to ask her name. He recognized her instantly. "You've been missing for weeks. Everyone is looking for you. Do you know how much pain you're putting people through? Your own father..."
"HE IS NOT MY FATHER!"
Wayne was taken aback. Not so much at what she said, but how she said it. This girl didn't seem to have any energy to stand, let alone scream at the top of her lungs. His eyes narrowed. "Whether he was responsible for giving you life is not important. A man who takes care of you, loves you, and treats you like his own child is a father." His gaze softened. "I can't honestly say that I know this from experience, but Robert is at least proud of me. I never knew my birth parents. They died a long time ago when I was just a baby. One crash landing to Earth later, and I became apart of the Scott family."
Anne gasped. "You're not...Wayne Scott?"
"Indeed, I am. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Warbucks. I just wish it was under better circumstances." He gave her a roguish wink.
This, unfortunately for him, did not charm her one bit. "Well," the girl took one step backward, "...does that mean the other alien is around here? The blue one?"
"No, he's back in Metro City. Megs calls the Metro City Prison for the Criminally Gifted his home."
Her nose crunched up. "'Megs'? Is that what he calls himself?"
"His supervillain name is Megamind. We don't know his real name, and he's officially classified as John Doe, so we're stuck with that." Wayne shrugged.
At this point, the sixteen year old girl's stomach began to impersonate a dying whale, must to her embarrassment. This only caused the superhero-in-training to laugh even harder. "You sound like you need something to eat." His sense of smell then caught the scent of weeks of traveling in the same clothing. "And from the...look of it, you need to, er, freshen up."
The heat of her gaze almost terrified him. Almost. "Stop being a coward and just say that I smell like shit. I'm not an idiot." Though those sky-blue eyes held a tiny spark of life in them that Wayne noticed immediately. They had not even known each other for five minutes, but Wayne sensed that Anne trusted him somewhat. At least enough to know that he wouldn't lie to her. After all, he was on the good side, being a future superhero.
A thought occurred to him. Maybe he should take her directly to the police. After all, she is a runaway. Wayne grew up hearing that he was destined to be the world's first real superhero. Could this be his first rescue? He was in no need of the money. That could be donated to a charity, or at least given to someone who needs it more.
Then again, how could he be so ungentlemanly to deny her sustenance and a hot shower? 'After all, women do take pride in their appearance. She would hate me if I presented her in front of cameras while she looked like Samara Morgan.' "I apologize again for offending you. But no one deserves to be living in the streets of such a dangerous town."
"What, like Metro City isn't a dangerous town? I've heard stories about your battles with Megamind, and..."
"Whoa, whoa." Wayne's enormous brows furrowed. "We never battled formerly yet." 'Yet?', he thought. 'Where did that come from?' "The media blasts schoolyard fights between me and him out of proportion. Besides, Megs doesn't even have an evil bone in his body. He could barely swat a fly. Believe me, I could tell you things about him that would blow your mind! He doesn't even anything made from fish because his best friend is a fish."
Anne blinked. "What?"
"It's a long story. A story that I'll tell you if you'd consider coming back to Metro City with me." He interrupted her protests. "If only to get some food and take a shower. I mean no harm to you, you should know that. At least help me have a clear conscience. I can't bear to leave a helpless woman in the cold."
"And then?" Her eyebrow raised.
"I would like for you to tell me what happened between you and Oliver. That's all I ask. If anything, I can help you through this mess. I know more than anyone about the relationship between a parent and their adopted child."
She didn't budge for a moment. Wayne's hand was reached out to her. That is when Anne made her decision. "I don't know about you, but some orange chicken sounds pretty good to me right now."
*******FLASHBACK*******
Wayne shook off those memories when he noticed it. Rather, he noticed something that wasn't there. The silence became deafening. Roxanne's call was left unanswered.
'Damn. This is what I get for having flashbacks. Oh, well. She can say what she wants to say after the kidnapping. THEN she can yell at me for giving the media her private phone number.'