Villains Don't Date Heroes! (Night Terror and Fialux, #1)

by Mia Archer

you definitely knew you’d made it as a villain it when you went toe to toe with the cops so often that you gave one another professional courtesy.

you definitely knew you’d made it as a villain it when you went toe to toe with the cops so often that you gave one another professional courtesy.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I screamed like a hero who just realized they’d completely overestimated their ability to go toe to toe with the great Night Terror, though after this encounter that was an analogy I was going to have to reconsider even though it was one of my favorites.

I put power from my reactor into the nice machine I built and the laws of physics took five and ignored me for awhile.

I’m sure it was named after somebody who was a big deal when it was built, but everybody stopped caring as soon as it got surpassed in height. Now there was a metaphor for the world if I’d ever heard one. You were either on top or nobody gave a damn.

I couldn’t come up with a better name. Whatever. It didn’t need a flashy name if it worked.

"You're worried I'm going to call a hero down on you, right?" "Well… Yeah?" "And you're saying that if I don't stop screaming it's going to be bad for me?" "Well… Yeah!" "But I've already made it clear I don't have any money and you’ve already made it clear that because of my lack of money things are already going to be bad for me. What possible incentive do I have not to yell if you're going to beat the shit out of me no matter what I do? The big one raised the tire iron to the side of his head and scratched. I wondered if maybe I'd broken him with logic.

“I’d say that’s a safe bet. I noticed the anomaly coming in at high speed while they were fighting. I would imagine Professor Anderson is stalling for time, as you humans put it.” “Don’t call her that,” I snapped under my breath. “Excuse me mistress,” CORVAC said. “I would imagine the head of the goddamn doublecrossing motherfuckers at the Applied Sciences Department is stalling for time, as you so eloquently put it.”

"Right Natalie. Didn't you mean to say this class is Surviving A Villainous Attack?" I shrugged. "That might be what they call this course in the catalog, but I'm the teacher and I feel like Surviving A Heroic Intervention is more in line with what actually happens."

"Miss Solare. I did say we can agree to disagree, but since I'm the teacher we'll just have to agree to go with what I say since I'm in charge of your grade," I said.

I could figure out all that later. Right now I was too busy blushing.

One more crime to lay at this asshole’s feet on top of bad fashion sense and being a boring smarmy asshole.

Basically it looked like a stupid journalism major's idea of how to configure an evil lair. It sucked, it wasn't very functional, but it was obvious he’d put a lot of work into it at least so I had to give him that. It was like looking at the participation trophy of evil lairs.

Of course she admitted to me that she didn't believe a word of it, but what mattered was she was able to expand her mind long enough to get the words on paper.

What can I say? The pay was peanuts, sure, but there was a supreme joy in actually getting paid to torture liberal arts majors for an hour a day. And it’s not like I had to do any real work other than showing up for that hour a day.