Villains Don't Save Heroes! (Night Terror Book 2)

by Mia Archer

“It looks different because someone out there has an appreciation for the classics,” I said. “Is this another one of your geek things?” she asked. “And no, that does not mean I want to binge whatever the heck that thing comes from on Netflix. That show about the cute girl who killed vampires was boring enough.”

“Y’know you might’ve defeated me a hell of a lot sooner if you’d used this sexy femme fatale routine to distract me instead of fighting me over and over again,” Fialux said.

I gave him a once over. The nerdling was trying his best to flirt, but the problem with talking to any guy in the Applied Sciences field was their idea of flirting was usually so socially inept that it had no relation with actual flirting as it was done in the real world.

honestly a bogeywoman who jumped out of the shadows to terrify men who put down women in STEM might be a positive development in the field.

“Y’know that might work a lot better if you told the people why they were being vaporized before you vaporized them,” I said. “Or, better yet, if you have someone around to see why the person’s getting vaporized so news gets out that they don’t want to fuck around if they don’t want to get vaporized.” “Excuse me?” she said. “I mean it might be an even better idea to not kill people at all. Overall it’s not a good management strategy. Look what happened to Darth Vader’s org chart when he started lobbing people off at the top. Doesn’t work.” “Did… did you just compare my management style to Darth Vader?” she asked. “Well yeah, but he had a sense of style and actually struck fear into the hearts of his enemies,” I said. “You don’t.”

I wasn’t sure if the bigger ass was me for hitting her that hard, or Dr. Lana for bringing her boring normal unenhanced body to an atomically powered supersuit fight.

I didn’t like it when my life’s genre of choice went from scifi to horror.

You only run scans on people who are mostly dead. I’d figured she was all dead.

"God. You really are terrible at this. You know that, right?" She looked insulted, but whatever. That was the point. I wanted to make sure she knew I thought she was amateur hour. “What do you mean? You’re talking like there’s a script or something. That’s not how this works,” she said, a touch of indignation coming to her voice. "That's exactly how this works. Have you never been in a fight with a hero before?"

Sure her fighting style was mostly “bull in a China shop smashing everything in her path and ignoring anything that fell on her,” but it worked. Not to mention she looked damn good doing it!

I was perfectly capable of admitting when I was wrong about something. I didn’t do it that often because of the simple fact that I was very rarely actually wrong about something.

Despite what the comic books and movies would have the general public believe, mutations didn’t work like that. Mutated cells gave people cancer, not super powers.

Sure I’d fried him with an EMP, but I figured with enough elbow grease I’d have no problem putting Humpty-Murdery back together again.

What did you say in a moment like this? It’s not like there was a card for “I’m sorry your girlfriend lost her memory in a super powered battle with your new arch enemy and completely forgot about your entire relationship.”

there were people out there who only improved the world by being removed from it.

If I opened my mouth then I was going to say something we might both regret. Something that was the truth, but there was nothing that said the truth couldn’t be regrettable.

Civilians in this city were all the same. One moment they were freaking out because they were about to die, and the next moment they were freaking out because the person who saved them was a known villain and they probably still thought they were going to die.

Night Terror brought low by public opinion that’d turn against her thanks to a suggestion she gave a bunch of journalism students because the people working in that industry were too stupid to think of ways to save journalists themselves.

All in a night’s work for the greatest hero Starlight City had ever seen! Wait. Villain. I totally meant to say villain there. Damn it!