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Reply to comment by PenHistorical in [WP] You, a supervillain, are very confused as to why your superhero-nemesis is rampaging through your lair screaming something about you kidnapping their girlfriend. Meanwhile your daughter, who has come to visit you, seems very nervous and is anxious to leave your lair. by Kitty_Fuchs

Leanna stared at my hand, deep conflict in her eyes. "You kill people."

"Technically, so do you." I returned my hand to my side, acknowledging that she was not ready to take that step.

"I kill bad people."

"So do I."

"You kill innocents!"

"Name one innocent that I've killed."

"Andrew Ike."

"Used his money to fund conversion therapy."

"Thomas Wilkes."

"Pedophile."

"Pamela Green."

I blinked. "In what world is she an innocent?" I glanced over at Issy. "Are you sure you want to be dating this woman?"

Issy, who had been watching us with concern, sighed. "She's just going down the list they make her recite every year during publicity stunt season."

"They're reciting the Wall now?"

"Yeah," Issy slumped, "and it's exactly what you thought it would be."

Leanna looked between us in confusion.

I looked at Leanna for a moment, cocking my head, then made a decision. "Come with me, both of you." I rose, leaving the cushion on the ground, and headed towards the main door - no need to show Leanna where the secret exits were. I heard both young women rise and follow me, and smiled slightly when I caught them reaching for each other's hands out of the corner of my eye.

"The Wall wasn't my idea." I spoke casually as I led them to the stairs and down a level - somewhere Leanna had never been, as I made a point of being in my office whenever a hero came calling. It was much easier to keep any property destruction or collateral damage to a minimum that way. "My workers started to put it up after Green. They wanted a record of the change we were having, and, honestly, it's become very useful in tracking the actual results of our work, but when they started putting up pictures of our good works, I made one stipulation." I paused in front of three pictures. "I wanted every entrance and exit to the Wall to have the pictures of any mistakes we'd made, so that no matter what everyone would see the mistakes twice every time they saw the Wall."

The three pictures made my heart hurt every time I saw them, but I refused to look away. I touched below the first picture. "Andros Klein, a friend and confidant, whose death during a fight with Rime resulted in me pulling back from any villainous activities until I could properly protect my people from any and all counter-attacks."

I moved to the second, again touching directly below it. "Richy. Richard Easton, 6, was caught in the blast that killed his parents - real estate moguls who gouged their tenants into poverty and dumped them on the street, then called the police to 'clear out the riffraff'. Richard had been scheduled to be at a sleepover, but had gotten sick and stayed home. After his death, we paused our activities until we'd created protocols and technologies that allowed us to ensure no one unexpected was in the target zone."

I moved to the third and final picture, my hand trailing along the wall into position. "Victoria Tillie a.k.a. Springtime," a soft click indicated that the door to the Wall had unlocked, "was a hero who was supposed to surprise me and be able to kill me that way, and she nearly managed it. Actually threatened and hurt by her barbed vines, my failsafes kicked in, caging her in a sensory deprivation environment designed to keep any hero from being able to use their powers to escape through a combination of restraints and unexpected stimulation - mild electric, water, touch, etc - triggered by attempts to move. Unfortunately, we put too much faith in the chamber, and no one stayed to monitor as my people carefully extracted me from her vines. By the time we got to her, the chamber had done irreparable harm to her body and mind. She lived, which honestly may have been the cruelest fate for her.

"After Victoria, we made deals with the people in charge of heroes. We got our people into a position where they could monitor the abilities and assignments of all the heroes. I don't use the information to avoid the heroes, just to make sure I was never surprised by them. Never needed to use my failsafes ever again." I looked over at Leanna. "Your handlers understand, too, why this is necessary. They need villains, so that people don't turn on the heroes as dangers. They need to be able to separate people like us into good and evil and show that they have control over the good ones, otherwise normals would call for the extermination of us all."

"I'd never even heard of Andros or Victoria - they're not on the list, though Richy is." Leanna spoke quietly, staring at the three pictures.

"They hid Victoria's very existence. They didn't want any of the other heroes to know that what happened to her could happen to them." I looked Leanna in the eyes. "By the time we reach the end of the Wall, I am 99% certain that you will agree with me that Richy and Victoria are the only ones who deserve to be on that list."

"Not Andros?"

"Andros was killed by Rime. He's on my list of failures, not my list of kills." I closed my eyes, remembering holding Andros' hand as he slipped away. Calling his name. Calling for help. I didn't care that Leanna and Issy both saw the tears that escaped my eyes. I wasn't ashamed of my grief.

"Papa, please tell her the rest about Victoria." Issy said quietly. "She needs to know."

I glanced over at Issy, then sighed even as I smiled sadly. "We'll visit her after the Wall. I'll explain then."

Issy nodded her assent.

"Tell me now." Leanna demanded.

"They locked Springtime away. She'd lost control of her powers." Issy held Leanna's hands and looked up into her eyes. "They considered her a danger. Father rescued her, brought her here. He talked to her family, but they rejected her. She lives a few miles away, safe. Our people take it in turn to visit her, wearing protective gear specifically designed to stop her powers from hurting them."

"They haven't needed it nearly as often recently." I commented, more to Issy than to Leanna. "They still wear it, of course, but they're only getting tagged when she has an episode these days."

"That's so good to hear!" Issy reached over and squeezed my hand with her free one. She was Victoria's friend, and she knew how much Victoria's situation haunted me.

"Anyways," I reached for the door and pulled it open, then looked over at Leanna. "By the way, don't touch the door handles. They deliver a nasty shock if you're not in the system." That was a lie - not the shock part, but she didn't need to know all the secrets of my base. Issy, who knew the truth, accepted the lie without complaint, though I did catch her squeezing Leanna's hand briefly.

So, a squeeze of the hand means there's more to the story? I placed the words delicately in her mind, and caught an immediate wash of annoyance tinged with hurt. My guess was wrong. Sorry, love. A sigh accompanied the poke in my side as Issy started leading Leanna down the hall, pausing every foot or so to let her look first to the left wall, which had pictures and lists of misdeeds, then at the right wall, which had touch screens with small data chips, programmed to display a timeline of the results of each person's death, each point on the timeline clickable to pull up a detailed analysis of cause and effect. On the timeline, net positives were in a bright blue and bold, net negatives in a slightly dull red and italicized, and net neutrals in standard black.

At the first few pictures. Leanna spent time clicking through the analyses, but as we continued on I noticed her spending more time reading the lists of misdeeds, then glancing quickly over the analyses. I could tell she was noticing the two things that we'd worked very hard to achieve - the lists of misdeeds got more specific, to the point of needing interactive displays of their own more and more often, including names of those harmed where possible, and the timelines showed more blue and less red.

The Wall wrapped around the top level of the underground portion of our research facility, though with only 174 pictures, there was still plenty of space before we'd have to start condensing the displays. Currently, the pictures didn't make it halfway around yet, so when we reached the end I turned us around and walked us back, pausing in the antechamber to run my hand below each of the three photos there and say their names out loud again. "Victoria Tillie a.k.a. Springtime. Richy - Richard Easton. Andros Klein." Then I opened the door and led the pair back to my office.

The low table was still sitting there, the cushions straightened but still on the ground, and three steaming mugs had been added to the table. I smiled as I settled in and took a sip of the Thai tea in front of me, humming in pleasure at the creamy, sweet taste. Issy took a sip of the mug in front of her and also smiled. Leanna looked at the mug in front of her suspiciously, so I reached over and picked it up, taking a sip without hesitation before handing it back even as I made a face.

"You like your coffee black? Really?" I asked, somewhat disgusted. I quickly cleared the taste with more of my own tea.

Issy reached over and took a sip as well, making a face. "It is your favorite bean, and roasted just the way you like it." She, too, quickly took a sip of her own drink.

"Who? How?" Leanna looked at me with deep suspicion.

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PenHistorical t1_je20bga wrote

I raised my eyebrows. "I did tell you my people made it their business to know everything about the heroes."

"What possible need could your people have to know how I like my coffee? Or even that I do like coffee?"

"Antifreeze." I deadpanned, and Leanna paled.

"You did that?" She looked at me in horror. "He's not on your wall."

"No, his CO did that and blamed it on Heathen. My people have access to all the information that the HERO project gathers, and after that we made it a point for at least three people to have the base data for a hero memorized - one per shift. That way if someone has a question, there's at least one person on call who can answer."

"What about weekends?" Leanna asked.

"Everybody's on call to answer questions, and they know they'll be paid for the time and disruption if they do get a call. We try not to, but it does happen." I shrugged. "So, do you have any thoughts on the list?"

Leanna's brow furrowed as she frowned down at her coffee. A stubborn look crossed her face, and I prepared myself just in time as she stood and flung her mug across the room towards my desk. The desk itself was already protected, and the mug bounced off the bubble around it while I quickly deflected the coffee away from myself and Issy, letting it splatter across the floor.

"DAMNIT!" Leanna stalked away from us to the side wall and punched it, hard. It gave under her hand with a heavy crunch, and she pulled back, staring at her fist. "WHY AM I NOT BLEEDING?" She turned to glare at me.

I telekinetically tapped a button on a panel that pulled out from my desk when I bothered using my fingers to manipulate it, and the wall popped back into place, looking untouched. "The walls are designed to do as little damage to anyone hitting them as possible." I replied calmly.

"DAMNIT!" She whirled around and punched the wall again, and again, and again.

"That's enough." Seeing the flash of the warning light that let me know real damage was about to be done, I sent Issy back to the bubble with her coffee, the cushions to their cubbies, the desk into the floor, and my own tea to my desk, then stepped to the center of the room and pulled Leanna back from the wall, turning her towards me. "Stop taking your emotions out on my wall."

"Fine!" She lunged for me, using her bare hands instead of drawing her blades. I allowed her to close, using her momentum to send her into a tumble. She took the roll with trained grace and popped back to her feet, lunging at me again.

For a good five minutes, until her energy was well and truly drained, she came at me, and I tumbled her to the ground, the entire thing feeling like a low level but intense randori on the aikido mat. Eventually, she stayed down and just looked over at me.

"I never had a chance, did I?" She rasped, breathing heavily.

"In here, or in life?" I asked, settling into a kneeling position an unthreatening distance away.

"Both." The bitterness in Leanna's voice touched my heart. It was an emotion I knew well.

"No, but you do have a choice."

She rolled over and pushed herself up, mirroring my pose with a wince. "And what choice would that be?" Bitterness rolled off her lips with the words.

"Well, first off, you can chose whether to put yourself in pain or sit in a way that's more comfortable for your body." I pointed out, allowing a level of snark to slide into my voice.

"Can we sit at the table again?" Issy asked, having stepped out from the bubble.

"Sure, hun." I popped the table back up with a thought and stood up, holding my hand out to Leanna to help her up. She stared at it for a good minute, then took it, letting me pull her to her feet.

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PenHistorical t1_je2n9i3 wrote

As Leanna looked down at me, capping my height by a good foot, she blinked. "You're so small." She mused. "I'd never noticed."

"I was estrogen-afflicted as a teenager." I shrugged. "Didn't get any testosterone-fueled growth spurts until after my growth plates had fused."

"Wait, so you're..." Leanna trailed off, blinking. I let her process the new information. It wasn't exactly something that had come up before in her life.

"Did you ever wonder," Issy asked quietly, "why most of the heros you know are trans?"

"Not really. I kind of figured they just kept us together for our own safety. It's not like we get to know everyone. Besides, a lot of the newest ones aren't." Leanna shrugged.

"You're about the same age as Issy, so you weren't alive when it started." I spoke quietly. "The conservatives were losing ground in their battle to keep the status quo. They kept targeting the trans community, trying to make trans women public enemy number one. It was failing, in part because the existence of trans men threw a wrench into all of their arguments about 'keeping women's spaces for biological women,' so a few people with a lot of money decided to deal with the problem extrajudicially.

"They targeted injectable testosterone and estrogen, falsely assuming that only trans people use it. The thing is, they weren't trying to kill us outright, because that would be too obvious. They added things that attacked our DNA, changed us, and in a way they succeeded. You see, it's not illegal to be trans, but it is illegal to be Changed and not register with the government. It was only about five years ago that the government found out what was causing the changes and stopped them very, very quietly. We know because our people are the ones who inflitrated the companies, found out what was going on, and leaked the information.

"The United States government kept it hush-hush, and convinced almost all the other governments to do the same, because they realized that they had just been handed, gift-wrapped, a means of keeping a database of all the trans people. Heroes are the Changed who accept their orders. Villains are the Changed who either refuse to register with them, or refuse to bow to them, and though they track non-trans Changed, they don't conern themselves nearly as much with them unless they are actively harming others."

"What about the new kids?" Leanna asked. "They're not on hormones - hell, most of them are actual children."

"The people deciding what to add to the hormones didn't think about the fact that trans people can reproduce." I replied dryly. "Or that genetic changes might be passed on."

"That's - stupid." Leanna looked disgusted by what I'd told her.

"Bigots usually are." Issy muttered.

"They also really didn't expect the number of cis people who had changes, though many of those were far less intense. You see, the changes occurred incrementally over time and by dosage, so a cis man just supplementing his testosterone got a much smaller overall dose than those of us completely replacing our hormone production." I chuckled. "Athletes, on the other hand, had rapid changes that often ruined their careers, but because they were illegally doping it was pushed under the rug and the companies were able to quickly pivot and start producing just enough uncontaminated to supply to athletes so they wouldn't get caught. The whole thing was considered a single bad batch and then the world forgot."

"Is that why you're so powerful? Because you took it for so long?" Leanna asked suddenly.

I smiled. "Yes and no. A lot of us figured out pretty quickly what was happening, and the ones who had a choice often chose to stop taking their hormones or reduce their dosage. I was curious, and at the time I had no hope, so I actually very slightly increased my dosage. A group of us got together and figured out which companies were selling the contaminated hormones - all of them, by the way - and we figured out how to filter most of the contaminants out. It took us almost 10 years to figure that out, and another 13 to infiltrate the companies and gather the evidence we needed to get them shut down. We became a reseller of as much of the stock as we could, but they never sold only to us and we could only do so much. Through all of it, though, I took the contaminated stuff, but only when each change was finished. We wanted to know what would happen, and I didn't have any other reason to bother living." I shrugged, long at peace with the decisions depression had guided.

"You also spend a ridiculous amount of time every day training." Issy added with a half-glare.

"This is also true." I acknowledged. "About 3 hours a day of mixed cardio, body weight and resistance exercises, and martial arts."

"On his rest days, he goes on a three hour walk." Issy snarked, speaking to Leanna, but pointing her ire at me.

"I get stiff if I don't move enough." I shrugged nonchalantly back at her, my exercise being a longstanding annoyance of hers. "And I have to be able to contain any heroes who come by at any time without killing them."

"They're planning to drop a targeted nuke on your base." Leanna blurted out.

"I know." I replied.

"Today!" Leanna added.

"I know." I pushed my mug away a bit and leaned back on my hands. "My people will be clearing out of the upper levels soon, just in case."

Herbert poked his head thorugh the door, saying only, "it's time."

"My people will be clearing out now." I addended. "You'll either want to go with Herbert, or head out. You won't want to be here." I got to my feet and stretched, then waved the girls to stand as well.

Issy reached over and grabbed Leanna's hand, tugging her towards Herbert.

Leanna started to follow, looking like her head was spinning with the information I'd given her.

I reached over and caught Leanna's arm. When her eyes met mine, I flicked mine towards Issy, then placed the words take care of her in her head. She looked taken aback, then nodded.

As Issy and Leanna were led to the well-shielded areas below, I took the stairs to the roof. It was time to retire.

What only those who are completley trusted know - and we'd used me and the others who kept taking their doses to figure out how to selectively unlock abilities, so our most committed members were all telepaths - is that I am not the head of the organization. I am the face. The villain everybody knows about. The one everybody blames. I am the one heroes try to kill.

And I am tired.

Today, our compound will be razed to the ground, all lives lost.

In ten years, or fifteen, or five, somebody will realize that people are trying to pick up where "my" organization left off, and another face will rise. Another villain will take the stage and dance with death again and again.

Someday, maybe, the last true villain will lay dead. The last liar who will rile up the masses with hyperbole and falsehoods just for views and fame will be a bloody smear on the ground. The last vestiges of corporate and personal greed that leave others hungry while food lies rotting and poisoned in dumpsters, leaves people cold in the rain while apartments lie empty, their prices too high for anyone to actually rent, will be erased from this planet.

Someday, maybe, my daughter won't need armed guards when she marries her partner. For now, though, I know that, whether I live or die today, whether I can control this blast while stopping the knife I'm pretty sure will be planted in my back or not, if she needs those guards, she will have them.

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PenHistorical t1_je2nd5y wrote

Ok, that's it. Done.

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JerrePenguin t1_je3dwpu wrote

Well fluck.

Now i'm curious to Issy's and Leanna's story after.

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