You stick around to catch the grand finale of Megamind's performance and then see as all the brainbots disperse, Minion leaves to retrieve the invisible car, and Megamind is the only one left behind. This would be the perfect opportunity if you wanted to thank him or something, but the first thought that instinctively enters your mind is that it would probably be wise just to leave him to his devices and go on about your business. He's the hero and you're just some person, right? He's a very busy man. What could you two possibly have to talk about, anyway?
You're about to leave, but just before you look away from him, you notice as his exuberant confidence begins to fade. His smile melts into a frown and he knits his brow, casting dark shadows across his expression. For someone who had just stood up to a bunch of criminals and won, at this moment he just looks very small and vulnerable. No more lights. No more music. You catch yourself thinking that his earlier energy was only a show, in more ways than one. This is what you had been noticing when you watched on television and could see through him to what he was struggling with beneath the surface. Your heart goes out to him as you realize that his mind is swirling with thoughts of Roxanne.
Before you even have time enough to stop yourself or really think things through, you begin to approach him. What you want is to offer him your ear; some consoling words if he'll accept them. Past that, you're not really sure what you're doing. He catches your motion out of the corner of his eye and whirls around to face you, arching an incredulous eyebrow just as you stop in front of him.
"Hm? You're still here?" he questions, smirking in an attempt to mask his previous melancholy. "What is it? Did you want an autograhf?"
His particular way of pronouncing certain words is a familiar trait and you don't even think to comment on it. What you did try to do was open your mouth to object to his offer, but you pause as he pulls out a pen and a photo of himself, promptly beginning to scribble meticulously on the margin. Again, you laugh. Figures that he would go around fully prepared to write an autograph at any moment. The more you think about it the more you feel you should have seen it coming. He'd never pass up an opportunity to endear himself to his fans even more.
"I actually didn't come to ask for an autograph," you begin, but it falls on deaf ears and he just gazes at you from over the top of the picture.
"What is your name, citizen?" He stares expectantly at you and you eventually give in, loosing an amused sigh of defeat.
"My name is [y/n]," you tell him, and he nods before tagging it onto the small novel he'd already written so far, finalizing it with a 'Love, the Incredibly Handsome Hero Megamind'.
"Here you are," he remarks pridefully, handing you the finished product with a flick of his wrist.
"Thanks..." You take it graciously and when you actually read what he wrote, it turns out to be a highly dramatized play-by-play of how he saved your life. There are quite a few misspellings and you can barely see the grinning photo of him anymore under all the ink, but it feels very personal in a way and the corners of your lips curl up in a smile. He didn't have to do that. He could just have signed it.
"But," you start again, tearing your eyes from his gift, "I kind of just thought you could use someone to talk to. To be honest, you looked pretty upset a minute ago." At this point, people begin filling the walkways, and police cruisers pull up at the scene, sirens and all. You probably wouldn't admit it, but you're actually angry that the two of you aren't alone any more.
Megamind flicks his eyes away from you for a moment, hesitation clear in his expression, albeit only briefly. He just laughs it off a second later and waves a hand dismissively toward you. Of course it wouldn't be so easy to break down his barrier, hopeful as you might have been that it would be.
"Pffft. Whatever do you mean?" he eventually asks, though it's obvious he doesn't want an answer. Biting his lip, he takes a step back from you just as Minion pulls up in their invisible vehicle. He has such terrible timing. If you could just have the chance to say one more thing to him, he might open up. At least that's what you're telling yourself would be the case. He might have spoken to you, but with so many people around any hope of that is dashed, now. You lost your chance.
"Sir?" comes the alien fish's voice from the other side of the lowered passenger window.
There's a short silence before Megamind utters an abrupt "Well," as he claps his hands together, opens the door with a swish of his high-collared, shoulder-spiked cape and then sidles closer to the seat. His body is hidden behind the car's cloak. "Good day to you!" A few quick words that hammer home the finality of your short interaction.
He doesn't waste any time in tossing the dehydrated felons to the police, waving to everyone who had gathered, hopping inside and disappearing completely to you as you hear the car door slam shut. The window rolls up, the crowd cheers, and you can barely keep track of the sound of their car as it revs off until it's out of earshot. You're left to stand there amidst the flow of people as the last vestiges of smoke from the robbers' attempt dissipate into the sky.
You frown.
Even a hero needs help sometimes, but Megamind is too headstrong to ask for it (not that he would consider coming to you, even if he wasn't). He doesn't even know who you are, and there isn't really much of anything you can do for him, is there? You're just... one of his fans. With these thoughts, you reflexively clutch the autograph he had given to you tightly at your side. If anyone actually saw it, they'd probably start a riot to try and get it from you. Even though Megamind freely fulfills his fans' requests, he can't oblige everyone and there are a lot of people who would probably do anything in their power for something like this. You were seen with him, so already everyone is giving you looks. They're not getting a handout from you though, because you have no intention of giving this photo to anyone. Instead, you make a beeline for home before it can incite any hysteria. You're not in a good enough mood to go for that walk anymore, anyway.
You're almost there, but just as you turn to head into the apartment building, you collide with a young woman who looks to be about your age. You both stumble backward and you hit the ground—again. With an exasperated sigh, you rise to your feet, but not before the other woman catches a glimpse of what you're carrying.
"Oh my gosh!" she exclaims, pointing to your hand and bouncing gleefully on the balls of her feet. You frantically wave you hands at her in an attempt to get her to temper her excitement. If she draw too much attention to you, that's it.
"No, please, keep your voice down," you plead, planting a finger on your lips. She doesn't take kindly to the gesture, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms at you as if you've offended her on a personal level.
"How did you get that?" she just about huffs, entitlement clear in her voice. "I'm the president of the Megamind Fanclub, and even I don't have one."
President of the Megamind Fanclub. Is that supposed to mean something to you? Today is just not your day. You couldn't have knocked into a Megamind critic, instead?
"You can buy one at his gift shop. It's right down the road." You point back with your thumb, a wry smile creasing your lips. Your quip, of course, isn't to her liking. "They're only $10, on sale." While she's trying to formulate a response, you slip inside to keep the number of people listening in to a minimum. She follows you.
"I know everything about Megamind, you know," you hear her profess. "I have all of his merchandise, too. All I'm missing is a legit autograph. Have you seen? People are asking for hundreds of dollars for them, online. Honestly, it's ridiculous. They could ask for thousands and still sell."
What's ridiculous is how much you talk, you think to yourself, grumbling as you smash the button for calling down the elevator with a clenched fist. The people in the lobby are staring at you, now.
"Megamind is just such a dreamboat. He's so mysterious, right? I mean, he's not even from this planet, and even he doesn't know anything about where he comes from. He used to be a villain and all, but I loved him even then. I knew he would switch sides eventually. Ask all my friends; I called it."
Is she trying to explain to you why she is supposed to deserve this autograph more than you do? She doesn't even care about Megamind as a person. All she sees is someone famous. Someone to idolize, hoard paraphernalia of and fangirl over. She doesn't realize than he's just like all of you; he has thoughts and feelings, and even insecurities. It's infuriating to you how people like her objectify people like him, seeing them only for what's on the surface. Even now, she's still going on about everything she 'knows' and 'loves' and 'owns' and you've just drowned her out with your thoughts. Could the elevator be any slower?
Once it stops, you squeeze your way inside before the door even has time to fully open. Luckily for you, though the girl does follow, she gets off a few floors before yours, and you have a moment to yourself. She did give you a glare when she stepped out, but you're way past caring. It's during this time you spend reflecting that you finally realize something. Thanks to her, you can now safely say that you aren't just "one of his fans". You're nothing like that fanatic.
The elevator dings, the doors part, and you smile softly as you head out and start down the corridor to your place. You hold up the autograph and reread the personal message written just for you. You aren't going to give up on Megamind, just yet. Maybe there is some way you can help him.