Chapter 2

Megamind hurried down the secret hallway with the brainbot close at his side. He was very pleased. The escape had gone perfectly and now he could try again with his new plan.

The brainbot flew around in front of him and butted his chest. "Bowg, bowg."

Megamind patted it and smiled as small arcs of electricity darted up to the top of the dome to his fingers. "You did fine, that's daddy's good boy." He reached the end of the tunnel and opened the door.

"Bowg! Bowg!" The brainbot purred and did a loop the loop, pleased by daddy's praise. It followed close to Megamind's heels

The rumbling of an engine guided him to where Minion waited. He opened the door and got into the invisable car with the brainbot. "Perfectly timed, you fantastic fish."

The fish nodded from his water filled dome on top of the robotic gorilla suit. "Of course sir, and by the time we return dinner will be ready."

"Magnificent, I am starved." One thing about Minion, he was a fantastic cook, who would have thought. He chuckled in glee. Oh... how Metroloser would rage when he found out the smoke would turn his pure white costume blue in five more minutes and it was impossible to wash out. Admittedly not a great victory, but a fun one and he had outwitted and escaped him this time.

Minion soon drove through the holograghic wall that hid the their lair's entrace. Stopping the car, he got out and opened the door. "Did you want your dinner now, sir? Or would you prefer a bath first, or perhaps a nap?"

Megamind stepped out of the car. "Definately dinner first, Minion. The rest can wait." He headed for the elevator with the brainbot close behind.

Minion nodded. "Shall I bring it to your room, sir?"

"I'll just eat in the kitchen, thank you, Minion." He noticed the brainbot still following. "No, no, only the housebots are allowed in the living area, go back to the others." He patted it on the dome. "Good boy, go on now."

"Bowg, bowg!" The brainbot seemed disappointed, but it obeyed.

Minion joined his charge on the lift. "Are you hurt, sir? Please be honest."

Megamind laughed as he pressed a button and the lift moved up. "Such a nanny fish you are. I'm fine. Mr. Goody-two shoes wouldn't want to tarnish his reputation.

"There was a loud clunk as the lift reached its destination. Minion opened the door and stepped out. "I'll get your dinner ready, sir. It will only take a minute."

Megaind headed down the hall. "Fine, I'll change and be right back."

"Yes sir, if you need help just call." Minion happily headed off.

Megamind went to the door at the end and pushed it open and went inside.

The walls were painted a light blue and black floor rugs were scattered about, Magamind's colors, but the room lacked Megamind's more flambouant tastes. This room was meant for relaxing.

The full sized bed with its white sheets and blue comforter, two large bookcases, one filled with books and the other with music CDs and DVDs and dresser were made of cherry wood and had been polished untill they gleamed.

A state of the art stereo in a matching cherry wood case sat in one corner. A black leather recliner faced a wall mounted large screen TV and DVD player.

Megamind closed the door and let out a heavy sigh, allowing himself to relax. He sat down in the recliner and removed his gloves, belt and boots. Standing, he stripped down completely and picked up a simple silk black robe from the bed and shrugged into it, tying the belt securely. He glanced at the master bath than again decided it could wait. He had more important things to do.

A knock sounded at the door. "Sir? Dinner is on the table."

"Coming." He heard Minion walk off. He glanced around then followed. He would have to spend most of the night in the lab on his newest plan. A few more tests and maybe a couple adjustments and it would be ready to crash, and that was the proper word, the charity ball Metroman was to attend the next day.

Megamind smirked, after all he was expected to show and he didn't want to be rude. Of course, the stunt he was planning would end up meaning jail time and he had to admit to himself that it was unlikely it'd even scratch Mister Good-two shoes. At least it would mess up the fancy little party.

Okay, gotta ask just because...R/R please!