"Stop, you don't have to do this!" "YES I DO", They screamed more with heartbroken desperation than anger.Hero awoke from their nightmare once again, ready for another day. Getting ready for the day, Hero starts thinking about the evil plot Villain might have planned today, but as they start thinking about Villain more and more Hero starts having butterflies in their stomach for no apparent reason. Finding it weird but not thinking much about it,took some medicine and left the house for the day. In the car Hero hears some odd static on the police scanner . Adjusting it to the right channel, Hero hears the voice of a hostage police officer. Hurrying to the scene she finds Villain sitting on a chair in front of a glass cage with the cop in it. "Don't even think about breaking the cage, or hitting me if you do. The Cage will explode." Villain said gesturing to a bomb in the cage. "Hmmm, what do you want for the cop?" "Well first…" Villain said blindfolding and covering the cops ears. "Now, all I want is… to play a game." "Play a game? What's your angle?" "No angle,just a simple game of date chicken. Just stand there and we'll start. And don't even think about leaving or the cop dies." "OK, and what do I get if I win?" "You get one wish and the cop." "Humph, fine i'll play" "Alright… let's play" villain said seductively. Hero stared intently at Villain and leaned in. Well, there wasn't any turning back now and making a final decisive decision had led them here, and Hero was competitive. They wouldn't lose to this. They watched Villain continually lick their lips together, wetting them in excitement. "Don't back out now, Hero." They leaned in, one inch closer than before. Hero grumbled something under their breath and imitated their adversary, although with more hesitance. Every time they had moved only an inch, Villain had doubled it. They were silently attempting to dominate them. "I'm not backing down." They murmured, "Just… trying to keep things interesting but I see you're a little excited." They chuckled nervously. Villain moved close again, "All part of the game." Hero instinctively flinched back when they felt their warm breath on their skin. Villain grasped the back of their head, "You can only move forward, Hero. Don't forget the rules." They pushed Hero closer to themselves. They bit their lips numbly, the air between them still and heart pounding at the prospect of meeting their lips with Villain. Another inch closer. "You know from this distance, you're not as ugly as I imagined." They smiled nervously. Villain didn't look like they were going to give up any time soon, "And you're not too bad yourself, darling." Their noses touched. Hero swallowed hard, their head began feeling dizzy, their lungs burned as they began to hold their breath. They didn't know if they would pass out or have a heart attack first. "Your turn." Villain whispered. If they even attempted to tilt their head in either direction, they would still risk grazing against Villain's lips. If they could move just hardly a millimeter, perhaps they could still extend the game; perhaps Villain would kiss them first; if Villain kissed Hero, it wouldn't technically be their fault, would it? It's not as if Hero had expected it or asked them to do it, and if they did, Hero could easily blame the criminal and take no accountability for their actions. That's it. With pure will, they forced their head forward barely an inch. Their eyes met Villain's hesitantly, "your turn." They murmured against them. Villain's smirk widened as they closed the space between them in a tight kiss, savoring the taste of forbidden accomplishments with a delicious reward. Instinctively, Hero's lips parted as Villain gently deepened the kiss. They weren't sure what this feeling in their stomach was, eating away at them and leaving them feeling guilty but so fulfilled at the same time. Their hand slightly jumped at the sudden weight of Villain's palm set down upon it and slowly smoothing their arm as it climbed further up their shoulder, down across their chest and behind their back. Hero shivered slightly and fluttered their eyes closed, falling into the sensations as goosebumps crawled across their skin. Soft kisses turned desperate and longing as their breaths intermingled and invasive hands clung onto each other's suits, clinging onto their bodies as if demanding to be let in. From the back of their head, Villain pushed them forward, holding them in place as Hero searched for a break, which was only given after their lips left theirs for their jaw and down their neck. Small pecks peppered across their skin, and Hero bit down their tongue to prevent a moan from escaping them. They were going to die; they were definitely going to die any moment now if Villain kept going, and yet they pressed themselves forward, allowing Villain to pull down the sleeve around their shoulder and bite at it hungrily. An unknown feeling rang down their leg, and a warmth spread across them like never before. Hero pressed their thighs tightly together and moaned as their body was beginning to fall apart under Villain's hands. "Hhaah.. okay, I call chicken!" They yelled with their face flush and their eyes glassy. Villain smiled at them, "Aw you poor thing." They pressed one final kiss to their cheek, "Too bad, you know that means I win, right?" Hero nodded, fixing their clothes and looking down. "You look so disappointed," Villain raised their chin to stare at them. "I am not." They tossed their head in the other direction. "And you looked like you were having so much fun." Villain shrugged, "That's a shame." They tapped their chin idly, "I wonder what my prize should be after winning?" They mused to themselves. Villain caught the Hero's eyes and glanced back at them. "Any ideas?" "Please," Hero stood up, "Do whatever you want." "Even you?" "What?" "What?" Villain sighed and leaned back from their position, "Well, I guess I don't have to necessarily make a decision now. Do I?" They watched Hero prepare to leave. "Well, whatever decision you make, it better not bother me." "How about you and I indulge in some normalcy? A coffee sometime would be nice." They looked around, "I'd like to see you in a different setting too." Hero thought. This would count as a date; they were asking them out, weren't they? It's much better than jumping right into it and also increasing their chance of meeting again soon. They played with their hair and faced them, "Fine… we'll go out."
"Perfect"
The day had turned into night, and both Hero and Villain found themselves sitting across from each other in a small coffee shop. "Are you comfortable?" Villain asked, their words carrying a touch of irony. "You seem a bit stiff." Hero crossed their arms across their chest defensively, "Just… considering how I ended up here." "Hmm," Villain chuckled. "By losing to me?" Heat crept up Hero's face as they shot Villain a glare. However, Villain was unfazed by it. Their conversation continued, interrupted only occasionally by the sound of a steam whistle or the clinking of mugs against saucers. The atmosphere was rather calming; quiet conversations enveloped them like whispers of an invisible crowd. Within this mundane environment, Hero noticed small details about Villain that were never apparent during the height of confrontation; the way they drummed their fingers rhythmically on the table, or how one corner of their mouth raised slightly higher than the other when they grinned. Similarly, Villain seemed to enjoy observing Hero outside their suits. They watched intently as Hero fiddled with a sugar packet before stirring it into his coffee - not once or twice but three times exactly. The conversation flowed between them naturally; it involved no direct threats to civilians nor plans for world domination. Instead, stories from childhood filled the air and opinions on local news surfaced unexpectedly. Through all this dialogue emerged more insight into why they behaved and reacted in specific ways; whether it was Hero's tendency to help because they were often ignored growing up or Villains' need for thrill stemming from a lackluster daily routine. Small gestures like these humanized both characters amidst each other's eyes unlike any battle ever did. As midnight approached both nodded off at each other still arguing over which is better, cats or dogs and left the coffee shop with a slightly lessened hatred for each other. With an unspoken agreement between them that tomorrow they would be back as hero and villain, not two people holding conversation over a cup of coffee. Through their meeting, Hero learned more about Villain than ever before; the more they understood each other, the clearer their motives became and the harder it was to deny any sort of connection beyond mere rivalry. A newfound depth seeped into their relationship, though neither addressed it directly. As Hero walked home under the dim lampposts, they could not help but think about Villain's last statement before leaving: "So, same time next week?" It lingered in Hero's head, along with a question: Would this so-called 'date' change anything at all? They decided against thinking too deeply into it and let out a sigh as they opened their door. "Well… We'll see." They muttered to themselves before stepping inside the comfort of their own home.
Waking up in the morning with the memory of last night still in their mind, Hero decides to visit Villain out of costume before their "scheduled" brawl. Flying to the villains base all Hero can think about is what their next date would be like. Hero knocks on the door and it opens to Villain in nothing but their underwear. Seeing them like this Hero blushes and feels their stomach fill with butterflies. However, Villain saw this as a chance to get closer so he told Hero "Just a moment." And closed the door to change. And much to Heros surprise When Villain opens the door again he is clothed in a charming t shirt and shorts.