"Metrocity, are you alright?" Roxanne asked her daughter, rushing up to give her daughter a hug as Metrocity entered the living area. "What happened? Were you figured out? You look sick. What happened?"
"His Lordship Floatiness decided to take me for a ride," Metrocity answered, sitting on the couch with a grimace. She looked a little aqua-marine around the gills, even turquoisey. "He flew me way up, dropped me way down, and flew around the city a few times before finally letting me go. I did lay a nice one on him though," she said, rubbing her fist, which still held the residual pains that were the pretty standard repercussion of hitting someone invincible.
"Metrocity, you know he can't feel pain, so it doesn't do any good to—" Megamind started to lecture her.
"But he does!" Metrocity said, excitement and malicious intent flooding her gaze. "I hit him—and it actually hurt him! He even said so! Not much, of course, but still!"
"Metrocity, I'm still not sure about all this..." Roxanne said after making sure her daughter was OK. "It seems a little extreme, and far too much could go wrong..."
"Mom, I promise you, I will make absolutely sure that nothing goes wrong! And like I said earlier, if it does, I go to jail. It isn't like he could ever really fall in love with me, he's a superhero! And if he does..." She smiled, showing both her parents her confidence that it wouldn't happen, or at least she would reciprocate. But Roxanne still felt uneasy, though she wasn't completely sure why. For all her daughter assured her everything was fine, she still felt worried.
***Break***
"And it actually hurt!" Bernard exclaimed, hovering upside down over his bed. He didn't really feel like lying or sitting or standing. Just floating.
"That's strange..." Metro Man, who was sitting on his son's bed, commented.
"Had that ever happened to you?" Bernard asked. Metro Man shook his head.
"Never. Maybe it's a fluke, or you're only semi-impervious, in which case this Aiyana is pretty tough."
"She talks tough, and hits tough, but she sure doesn't look it!"
"What's she look like?"
"She's got long black hair and really pale skin and vivid green eyes—and she looks like any old Joe could snap her right in half like a twig, but apparently not..." he said, floating down to lie on his back, absently rubbing the spot where he'd been punched. Metro Man shook his head, looking as if he were deep in thought before ruffling his son's hair.
"Well, maybe you can learn something about it some other time. Night, Kid."
"Night, Dad."
The light switched off.