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Chloe stared over the edge of the roof, an unholy amount of glee in her eyes as her best friend walked over and sat down next to her. He gave her his own stare, trying to figure out what she did before giving up. He plopped down next to her, giving them a nudge with his foot.

"What did you do this time?" Chloe giggled, the look still in her eyes as she turned her head towards him.

“Guess.”

"Oh god, ok. If there's like a bull or some shit like that on the lawn, I'm going to cry." As the wary boy spoke, they started to lean over the edge of building, slightly scared of what they might see.

"Like, there was the duck incid-"

Sam stopped talking as he spotted what his friend was giggling about, their own eyes widening in glee. He turned back to Chloe, the teen's open mouth curling into a wide grin, making a high-pitched noise of disbelief.

"You didn't." Chloe's giggles turned into a loud fit of laughter, spurring Sam to join in.

"O-oh my god, The Original's are going to be pissed."

"I know!" Chloe's voice was thick with glee, as if she were a toddler who'd just met Santa, instead of being a horrible citizen.

On the lawn in front of them, Chloe had spray-painted 'I FUCKING LOVE MUNCHING ON CHILDRENS DREAMS’ in an obnoxiously pink paint.

"They're-they're gonna be so fucking confused," Sam wheezed out, taking a moment to regain his breath. "An-and you did it on another person's lawn!"

"I know!" Chloe started to laugh again, placing a hand over her mouth as she continued to cackle gleefully. "It's gonna be so great." The duo continued to laugh, eventually quieting to a couple of giggles.

"We're horrible," Sam spoke in amusement, giving her a nudge.

"I know." Chloe stood up on the roof, taking a moment to get her balance before offering a hand to her friend. Sam took the hand and propped himself up. The teen turned to where he knew the Grand Arcade was located, and flicked his head over to the area.

"Wanna go get bubble tea?"

"Of course!"

_____

Sam slurped on his caramel bubble tea as he observed the small anime themed shop, Chloe on the side of the small table opposite from him. The place they were in was small, only big enough for a few tables (all of which only had two chairs). It made up for the tininess in it’s bright atmosphere, fitting the tininess. Pastel colors and anime fruit decorated the powder pink walls from head to toe, showing off chibi shakes and fruits. The only chairs and tables were against the wide window, all of the seats excessively tall to serve a nice view of the streets of Cambridge.

(Both Sam and Chloe hated the height of the chairs, as both of them were only 5'4".)

Sam looked up at the T.V. in the corner playing the news, another story starting on screen. A bad helicopter view showed the neon pink words that Chloe had made an hour back, still readable from the tall view. A woman's voice played over the sound of helicopter blades.

"...aren't sure if it was a prank from DreamCatcher, the notorious dream-themed villain, or some random bystander. One of The Original's founding members, Muse, has stated that Static is taking a look at the surveillance footage. Nothing has been found by them yet, although the investigation only started a short time ago at 12:30 p.m. The members of the house, Mr. Davis and his family, are cleared from having done this as they were at their daughter’s birthday party when it happened. Standby for more ne..."

Sam tuned out what the woman was saying, instead turning to Chloe who was, at the moment, trying (and failing) to keep her laughter in.

"I'm a fucking genius." She whispered, placing a hand over her mouth to keep mirth from spilling out like a tidal wave.

The girl looked back at the T.V. before snorting at the news playing on screen, the story have had switched over to a battle involving Judgement and his sidekick Fury.

The monster of the day rampaged through the streets of St. Louis, charging at the screen. Judgement jumped over, yanking the reporter out of the way of large gaping jaws. His sidekick, Fury, blasted flames at the creature (it looked like a gecko on steroids, Sam mused to himself), which decided it didn't like that. It slapped him away with its tail, which in turn slammed the teen offscreen. Judgement returned, shooting the creature in the eye repeatedly as the thing screeched in pain.

"I-what is that thing?” Sam asked, staring at the footage with wide eyes. He snickered in amusement as the monster let out a shrill screech that sounded like nails on a chalkboard and basically threw up energy at Fury. The dark skinned teen flipped backwards, evading the thing that was now going after Judgment.

"Judgment’s your uncle, shouldn't you be worried?” Chloe spoke in a hushed whisper to Sam, who in turn grinned like the cheshire cat. Chloe herself didn’t look all too concerned if the heroes got hurt, and Sam knew the girl was just asking.

"Nah, he'll be fine." The ginger replied, not even bothering to take their eyes off the screen. Chloe smirked and turned to the screen to watch the fight.

Judgment had gotten up close, and was letting super-strength induced punches smash onto the creature’s head while Fury threw fire at the thing. The battle ended quickly after that, as both punched the thing in the face at the same time and quickly knocked the thing out.

Chloe wilted in a pout and Sam stared in shock at the screen. “They didn't kill it?”

“Apparently not.”

The italian slumped on the table, chin resting on the grey top. “Doesn’t Fury like killing stuff?”

“When it comes to monsters, yes.” Sam spoke, levelling her with a look.

“Oh no, I thought he liked killing bystanders!” Sarcasm practically dripped off the blonde’s words, and Sam glared at her in mock anger.

“I did not ask for this sarcasm”. The ginger glared at her playfully.

“You deserved it,” Chloe fired back, taking a sip of her tea.

“Girl, I will slap you.”

“You love me too much to do it.”

“Wanna find out?”

“Oh yes. Slap me. Slap me hard.”

“...why.” Chloe chortled at the response, and the look on Sam’s face.

“You love me!”

“Unfortunately.” Unbeknownst to the two, Static had walked in while the two teens were too wrapped up in their argument to notice. The armor wearing hero paused to watch the two in the far corner, the loud shouting grabbing his attention. After a few minutes of observing, Static strolled over to the two, breaking the argument. His sensors picked up on the quiet whispers of “holy shit it’s Static” and “no dip Sherlock”, causing the man to smile behind the mask.

“Hey kids. I was wondering if the two of you could answer some questions.” The two gaped at him. Sam shook himself out of stupor. His uncle was Judgement. He himself was the notorious Harbinger of Darkness!

But..this was Mech. Top of the game, one of the founding members of The Original’s (although his uncle was too), and he was standing right there.

“Ask away.”

“Did you two notice anything...unusual a couple of hours ago?” Sam and Chloe rested their heads on their arms after looking at each other. (Chloe had a gleam in her eyes, and did her best to seem innocent. Sam gave her his own look.)

“I mean..there was this dude walking a cat, but that was it,” Sam shrugged. Chloe giggled at the answer.

“I saw nothing. I think. I mean, there was that huge gecko thing Judgement and Fury were fighting on the T.V., but that was it.” Static nodded, and started to walk off. Chloe jumped off her chair and grabbed the techno-path.

“Wait!” She shoved a napkin and a pen at his face, bouncing on her feet like a deranged Jack-in-the-box. “Can I get your autograph?”

Static chuckled, before grabbing it and signing the adorable purple napkin. Chloe grinned. “Thank you!”

“Anytime.” Static stalked over to the lady at the counter (who looked like she was about to faint from seeing Static up close) and asked her the same questions, before leaving. The two stared through the glass door, and watched as Static activated his jet-pack and flew off. (Presumably back to San Francisco, where the Original’s HQ was.)

Sam deflated onto the table in a mixture of relief and shock, staring up at Chloe who was clutching the napkin like a lifeline.

“..Doesn’t Static have lie detectors or some bullcrap like that built into his suit?”

“Yes.” The Italian barked a laugh, throwing her head back before sobering.

“Holy shit.”

“..you wanna go home?”

“Yeah.”

___

Sam lounged in his apartment, kicking his feet as he languidly scrolled through his phone. Multiple pillows piled up around and on him. He absent mindedly ran his fingers through his two dog’s fur, while his cat curled on his stomach.

Opal and Topaz nudged his hand with their snouts when Sam stopped petting them, causing the ginger to look over to the two German shepherds. Topaz whined, and the boy laughed softly.

“Sorry Topaz.” Opal gave him a betrayed look. “You too Opal.”

His cat, Melody, decided she wasn't getting enough attention. The Maine Coon padded over and curled up on his chest, trying her best to sound like a lawnmower.

“Drama queen.” Melody gave Sam an amused look, and shoved her head against his chin. Sam grinned softly, before Chloe burst in, causing the four to look up at her.

“Hoodity hoo get dressed nerds, we gotta job to do!” Sam shot up causing Melody, Topaz, and Opal to shoot the girl betrayed looks. The blonde laughed, patting Topaz and Opal’s heads.

“Ah, the perks of having sentient animals.” The blonde span around in amusement before sitting on the bed.

“We gotta target.”

Sam raised a brow, his mouth quirking upwards into a grin. “ I heard you the first time Chlo.” Before she could kick him he hastily spoke. “Who is it?”

Chloe grinned back at him, pulling up her phone and displaying a picture of an old, balding man.

“Bruce Davis, head of DavIndustries.” Sam stared at her in confusion.

“Why?” Chloe shrugged, falling on the bed. Two of the pillows fell on top of her, a cat pillow pet and a fluffy zebra pillow pet. The blonde sat up, staring at the pillows before chucking them at Sam. The ginger shrieked and fell off the bed, causing the girl to cackle gleefully, until Sam grabbed her ankle and pulled her off the bed. The two clambered back onto the bed, grinning madly at each other.

“General found out that he was dealin’ with the Servants. Also, your pillow obsession is getting out of hand.” Sam stuck his tongue out of her before dramatically falling onto the bed, sending pillows flying everywhere.

“I do not have an obsession. I just like pillows.” Chloe stared at the large array of pillows, quirking a brow at Sam.

“Maybe you can smother Bruce to death. I can see it now-” Chloe spread her hands out, mocking the typical reporter voice “-Bruce Davis; Head of DavIndustries smothered to death. Detectives suspect the deed had been done with a pillow. Tune in later for more news.” Sam stuck his tongue out at her again, whacking her with a purple galaxy-themed pillow.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t!” Chloe paused, before standing up. “Anyways, we gotta go. Our target’ll be in position soon.”

Sam stood up next to her, grinning out her before letting a sheet of darkness consume him. When it fell back, Sam was the notorious Harbinger of Darkness, Right Hand Man of the Devil, one of the bad guys, etc. Eight black tendrils hung on his back, (causing Chloe and the rest of his team to call him Slenderman, seriously guys?), with a rope-like tail that ended in a spade.
Sam grinned, revealing sharp fangs. “I'm ready to go when you are.” Chloe rolled her eyes.

“Showoff.” The blonde disappeared, returning a moment later.

The Mistress of Pain grinned at her partner in crime, and the two vanished.

__

Harbinger lined up the rifle, a couple of roofs away from Mistress, who was in the building where Bruce was. Mistress was rigging the building to explode as a backup plan even though Bruce was, for some reason, the only person in the building.

(He wasn't going to complain at the easiness, or look a gifthorse in the mouth.)

Harbinger looked at the clear view of Bruce as his finger curled around the trigger ready to shoot-

“I’d advise you to put the gun down.” Harbinger looked over his shoulder to see the owner of the voice that interrupted him, cursing under his breath as he realized who they belonged to. Judgement and Fury stood there, arms crossed over both their chests.

Harbinger felt his brain shorten for a moment like his T.V. did when it was storming, the metaphorical static buzzing in his head. (What the fuck? There is literally no reason for them to be here!) The boy pressed a finger to his ear, speaking into the comm.

“Yo, Miss, I just ran into a problem. A small one. I should be done soon.” He glanced up at the two. “Yeah. Soon.” He took the finger off and leaped backwards, cursing as Judgment's fist got a little too close for comfort.

Just a little bit though.

Fury lobbed fireballs near him and shit fire was an accompaniment if light and light was bad it vanquished the darkness he had to get awa- Harbinger shook his head to clear his thoughts and observed what was going on. Both Fury and Judgement were lunging for him and if he didn’t get away soon he would probably be knocked out. So, he did the obvious thing and flipped off the building, falling into the dark part of the space below. He reappeared in Bruce’s building, right next to Mistress.

The girl shot him a grin over her shoulder. The demon’s hands worked quickly as she finished rigging up the last bomb.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

Just then, the glass shattered. “Oh for fucks sake! How the fuck did they find me?” Mistress grabbed her Jack-o’-nine-tails and whipped it at Judgement with her grin being the only visible thing on her face. Harbinger shot at Fury, grunting in annoyance as the fire licked at his hands.

“Hey Miss, any time now!” The girl giggled, spinning past Judgment.

“Awww but I was having so much fun!”

“Mistress.” Harbinger shot her a look.

“Fine.” The girl pouted as the two heroes fell to their knees, blinding pain shooting through them like a knife.

Mistress stared at them giving Fury a nudge with her foot. The boy groaned, but stayed down.

“They did know I was the Mistress of Pain, right?” Harbinger shrugged, giving her a nonchalant look. The darkness-controlling villain lifted a hand, encompassing the two heroes in a black wave and threw them out the building.

“Ready to blow this place?” Mistress giggled as Harbinger teleported her to the building nearby. Her finger pressed down on stick, a button on the top.

“Boom!”

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Chloe stared over the edge of the roof, an unholy amount of glee in her eyes as her best friend walked over and sat down next to her. He gave her his own stare, trying to figure out what she did before giving up. He plopped down next to her, giving them a nudge with his foot.

"What did you do this time?" Chloe giggled, the look still in her eyes as she turned her head towards him.

“Guess.”

"Oh god, ok. If there's like a bull or some shit like that on the lawn, I'm going to cry." As the wary boy spoke, they started to lean over the edge of building, slightly scared of what they might see.

"Like, there was the duck incid-"

Sam stopped talking as he spotted what his friend was giggling about, their own eyes widening in glee. He turned back to Chloe, the teen's open mouth curling into a wide grin, making a high-pitched noise of disbelief.

"You didn't." Chloe's giggles turned into a loud fit of laughter, spurring Sam to join in.

"O-oh my god, The Original's are going to be pissed."

"I know!" Chloe's voice was thick with glee, as if she were a toddler who'd just met Santa, instead of being a horrible citizen.

On the lawn in front of them, Chloe had spray-painted 'I FUCKING LOVE MUNCHING ON CHILDRENS DREAMS’ in an obnoxiously pink paint.

"They're-they're gonna be so fucking confused," Sam wheezed out, taking a moment to regain his breath. "An-and you did it on another person's lawn!"

"I know!" Chloe started to laugh again, placing a hand over her mouth as she continued to cackle gleefully. "It's gonna be so great." The duo continued to laugh, eventually quieting to a couple of giggles.

"We're horrible," Sam spoke in amusement, giving her a nudge.

"I know." Chloe stood up on the roof, taking a moment to get her balance before offering a hand to her friend. Sam took the hand and propped himself up. The teen turned to where he knew the Grand Arcade was located, and flicked his head over to the area.

"Wanna go get bubble tea?"

"Of course!"

_____

Sam slurped on his caramel bubble tea as he observed the small anime themed shop, Chloe on the side of the small table opposite from him. The place they were in was small, only big enough for a few tables (all of which only had two chairs). It made up for the tininess in it’s bright atmosphere, fitting the tininess. Pastel colors and anime fruit decorated the powder pink walls from head to toe, showing off chibi shakes and fruits. The only chairs and tables were against the wide window, all of the seats excessively tall to serve a nice view of the streets of Cambridge.

(Both Sam and Chloe hated the height of the chairs, as both of them were only 5'4".)

Sam looked up at the T.V. in the corner playing the news, another story starting on screen. A bad helicopter view showed the neon pink words that Chloe had made an hour back, still readable from the tall view. A woman's voice played over the sound of helicopter blades.

"...aren't sure if it was a prank from DreamCatcher, the notorious dream-themed villain, or some random bystander. One of The Original's founding members, Muse, has stated that Static is taking a look at the surveillance footage. Nothing has been found by them yet, although the investigation only started a short time ago at 12:30 p.m. The members of the house, Mr. Davis and his family, are cleared from having done this as they were at their daughter’s birthday party when it happened. Standby for more ne..."

Sam tuned out what the woman was saying, instead turning to Chloe who was, at the moment, trying (and failing) to keep her laughter in.

"I'm a fucking genius." She whispered, placing a hand over her mouth to keep mirth from spilling out like a tidal wave.

The girl looked back at the T.V. before snorting at the news playing on screen, the story have had switched over to a battle involving Judgement and his sidekick Fury.

The monster of the day rampaged through the streets of St. Louis, charging at the screen. Judgement jumped over, yanking the reporter out of the way of large gaping jaws. His sidekick, Fury, blasted flames at the creature (it looked like a gecko on steroids, Sam mused to himself), which decided it didn't like that. It slapped him away with its tail, which in turn slammed the teen offscreen. Judgement returned, shooting the creature in the eye repeatedly as the thing screeched in pain.

"I-what is that thing?” Sam asked, staring at the footage with wide eyes. He snickered in amusement as the monster let out a shrill screech that sounded like nails on a chalkboard and basically threw up energy at Fury. The dark skinned teen flipped backwards, evading the thing that was now going after Judgment.

"Judgment’s your uncle, shouldn't you be worried?” Chloe spoke in a hushed whisper to Sam, who in turn grinned like the cheshire cat. Chloe herself didn’t look all too concerned if the heroes got hurt, and Sam knew the girl was just asking.

"Nah, he'll be fine." The ginger replied, not even bothering to take their eyes off the screen. Chloe smirked and turned to the screen to watch the fight.

Judgment had gotten up close, and was letting super-strength induced punches smash onto the creature’s head while Fury threw fire at the thing. The battle ended quickly after that, as both punched the thing in the face at the same time and quickly knocked the thing out.

Chloe wilted in a pout and Sam stared in shock at the screen. “They didn't kill it?”

“Apparently not.”

The italian slumped on the table, chin resting on the grey top. “Doesn’t Fury like killing stuff?”

“When it comes to monsters, yes.” Sam spoke, levelling her with a look.

“Oh no, I thought he liked killing bystanders!” Sarcasm practically dripped off the blonde’s words, and Sam glared at her in mock anger.

“I did not ask for this sarcasm”. The ginger glared at her playfully.

“You deserved it,” Chloe fired back, taking a sip of her tea.

“Girl, I will slap you.”

“You love me too much to do it.”

“Wanna find out?”

“Oh yes. Slap me. Slap me hard.”

“...why.” Chloe chortled at the response, and the look on Sam’s face.

“You love me!”

“Unfortunately.” Unbeknownst to the two, Static had walked in while the two teens were too wrapped up in their argument to notice. The armor wearing hero paused to watch the two in the far corner, the loud shouting grabbing his attention. After a few minutes of observing, Static strolled over to the two, breaking the argument. His sensors picked up on the quiet whispers of “holy shit it’s Static” and “no dip Sherlock”, causing the man to smile behind the mask.

“Hey kids. I was wondering if the two of you could answer some questions.” The two gaped at him. Sam shook himself out of stupor. His uncle was Judgement. He himself was the notorious Harbinger of Darkness!

But..this was Mech. Top of the game, one of the founding members of The Original’s (although his uncle was too), and he was standing right there.

“Ask away.”

“Did you two notice anything...unusual a couple of hours ago?” Sam and Chloe rested their heads on their arms after looking at each other. (Chloe had a gleam in her eyes, and did her best to seem innocent. Sam gave her his own look.)

“I mean..there was this dude walking a cat, but that was it,” Sam shrugged. Chloe giggled at the answer.

“I saw nothing. I think. I mean, there was that huge gecko thing Judgement and Fury were fighting on the T.V., but that was it.” Static nodded, and started to walk off. Chloe jumped off her chair and grabbed the techno-path.

“Wait!” She shoved a napkin and a pen at his face, bouncing on her feet like a deranged Jack-in-the-box. “Can I get your autograph?”

Static chuckled, before grabbing it and signing the adorable purple napkin. Chloe grinned. “Thank you!”

“Anytime.” Static stalked over to the lady at the counter (who looked like she was about to faint from seeing Static up close) and asked her the same questions, before leaving. The two stared through the glass door, and watched as Static activated his jet-pack and flew off. (Presumably back to San Francisco, where the Original’s HQ was.)

Sam deflated onto the table in a mixture of relief and shock, staring up at Chloe who was clutching the napkin like a lifeline.

“..Doesn’t Static have lie detectors or some bullcrap like that built into his suit?”

“Yes.” The Italian barked a laugh, throwing her head back before sobering.

“Holy shit.”

“..you wanna go home?”

“Yeah.”

___

Sam lounged in his apartment, kicking his feet as he languidly scrolled through his phone. Multiple pillows piled up around and on him. He absent mindedly ran his fingers through his two dog’s fur, while his cat curled on his stomach.

Opal and Topaz nudged his hand with their snouts when Sam stopped petting them, causing the ginger to look over to the two German shepherds. Topaz whined, and the boy laughed softly.

“Sorry Topaz.” Opal gave him a betrayed look. “You too Opal.”

His cat, Melody, decided she wasn't getting enough attention. The Maine Coon padded over and curled up on his chest, trying her best to sound like a lawnmower.

“Drama queen.” Melody gave Sam an amused look, and shoved her head against his chin. Sam grinned softly, before Chloe burst in, causing the four to look up at her.

“Hoodity hoo get dressed nerds, we gotta job to do!” Sam shot up causing Melody, Topaz, and Opal to shoot the girl betrayed looks. The blonde laughed, patting Topaz and Opal’s heads.

“Ah, the perks of having sentient animals.” The blonde span around in amusement before sitting on the bed.

“We gotta target.”

Sam raised a brow, his mouth quirking upwards into a grin. “ I heard you the first time Chlo.” Before she could kick him he hastily spoke. “Who is it?”

Chloe grinned back at him, pulling up her phone and displaying a picture of an old, balding man.

“Bruce Davis, head of DavIndustries.” Sam stared at her in confusion.

“Why?” Chloe shrugged, falling on the bed. Two of the pillows fell on top of her, a cat pillow pet and a fluffy zebra pillow pet. The blonde sat up, staring at the pillows before chucking them at Sam. The ginger shrieked and fell off the bed, causing the girl to cackle gleefully, until Sam grabbed her ankle and pulled her off the bed. The two clambered back onto the bed, grinning madly at each other.

“General found out that he was dealin’ with the Servants. Also, your pillow obsession is getting out of hand.” Sam stuck his tongue out of her before dramatically falling onto the bed, sending pillows flying everywhere.

“I do not have an obsession. I just like pillows.” Chloe stared at the large array of pillows, quirking a brow at Sam.

“Maybe you can smother Bruce to death. I can see it now-” Chloe spread her hands out, mocking the typical reporter voice “-Bruce Davis; Head of DavIndustries smothered to death. Detectives suspect the deed had been done with a pillow. Tune in later for more news.” Sam stuck his tongue out at her again, whacking her with a purple galaxy-themed pillow.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t!” Chloe paused, before standing up. “Anyways, we gotta go. Our target’ll be in position soon.”

Sam stood up next to her, grinning out her before letting a sheet of darkness consume him. When it fell back, Sam was the notorious Harbinger of Darkness, Right Hand Man of the Devil, one of the bad guys, etc. Eight black tendrils hung on his back, (causing Chloe and the rest of his team to call him Slenderman, seriously guys?), with a rope-like tail that ended in a spade.
Sam grinned, revealing sharp fangs. “I'm ready to go when you are.” Chloe rolled her eyes.

“Showoff.” The blonde disappeared, returning a moment later.

The Mistress of Pain grinned at her partner in crime, and the two vanished.

__

Harbinger lined up the rifle, a couple of roofs away from Mistress, who was in the building where Bruce was. Mistress was rigging the building to explode as a backup plan even though Bruce was, for some reason, the only person in the building.

(He wasn't going to complain at the easiness, or look a gifthorse in the mouth.)

Harbinger looked at the clear view of Bruce as his finger curled around the trigger ready to shoot-

“I’d advise you to put the gun down.” Harbinger looked over his shoulder to see the owner of the voice that interrupted him, cursing under his breath as he realized who they belonged to. Judgement and Fury stood there, arms crossed over both their chests.

Harbinger felt his brain shorten for a moment like his T.V. did when it was storming, the metaphorical static buzzing in his head. (What the fuck? There is literally no reason for them to be here!) The boy pressed a finger to his ear, speaking into the comm.

“Yo, Miss, I just ran into a problem. A small one. I should be done soon.” He glanced up at the two. “Yeah. Soon.” He took the finger off and leaped backwards, cursing as Judgment's fist got a little too close for comfort.

Just a little bit though.

Fury lobbed fireballs near him and shit fire was an accompaniment if light and light was bad it vanquished the darkness he had to get awa- Harbinger shook his head to clear his thoughts and observed what was going on. Both Fury and Judgement were lunging for him and if he didn’t get away soon he would probably be knocked out. So, he did the obvious thing and flipped off the building, falling into the dark part of the space below. He reappeared in Bruce’s building, right next to Mistress.

The girl shot him a grin over her shoulder. The demon’s hands worked quickly as she finished rigging up the last bomb.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

Just then, the glass shattered. “Oh for fucks sake! How the fuck did they find me?” Mistress grabbed her Jack-o’-nine-tails and whipped it at Judgement with her grin being the only visible thing on her face. Harbinger shot at Fury, grunting in annoyance as the fire licked at his hands.

“Hey Miss, any time now!” The girl giggled, spinning past Judgment.

“Awww but I was having so much fun!”

“Mistress.” Harbinger shot her a look.

“Fine.” The girl pouted as the two heroes fell to their knees, blinding pain shooting through them like a knife.

Mistress stared at them giving Fury a nudge with her foot. The boy groaned, but stayed down.

“They did know I was the Mistress of Pain, right?” Harbinger shrugged, giving her a nonchalant look. The darkness-controlling villain lifted a hand, encompassing the two heroes in a black wave and threw them out the building.

“Ready to blow this place?” Mistress giggled as Harbinger teleported her to the building nearby. Her finger pressed down on stick, a button on the top.

“Boom!”