Genre: fantasy, superpower
One of the hardest part about being a supervillain was balance. Be too good, and the public would complain they were only pretending to be villains. Be too evil, and their already shaky support from the government would be revoked. (Not that they relied on their supervillain funding to function. Everyone knew it was a mistake that would be removed eventually.)
The details didn’t matter. Their target, how they acquired their equipment, what they planned to do, the government wouldn’t interfere. It was just part of their role as the supervillains, just as it was the superheroes’ role to stop them.
But cause one casualty, and both the supervillains and superheroes could get in a world of trouble.
That was why when a suicidal idiot ran headfirst into their attack, she stopped her plan at once to begin first aid. The superhero who fought against her just seconds ago now worked alongside her on the same team, keeping the crowd calm and calling for professional help.
Behind her mask, she sighed.
Why did being a supervillain also mean being a hero too?
Genre: family, irony
Start from Secret Inheritance.
Irony /ˈʌɪrəni/ n. a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often wryly amusing as a result.
In other words, having a pure, righteous son when she and her husband… had more flexible morals.
For added irony, the boy who was interested in their supervillain trade was from a family of outstanding police force members.
Funny how the world worked.
Ideally, they would keep everything within the family. Much easier to hide a secret meeting over family dinner than arranging a highly suspicious meetup with their son’s friend. Unfortunately, their son’s moral code was strong, and the circle of friends he tended to hang out with would only reinforce that.
Sometimes, she caught herself watching her son and wondering how his skills would fit in their team. How could anyone refuse that innocent face? His quick thinking would surely be an asset when things didn’t go as planned. He was good at making friends. He would be great for infiltration missions.
Sigh. What a waste.
Follows after Discovery. Read that first.
The memory gun was a delightful accident. They had only wanted to create a safe way to temporarily disable anyone in their way. The gun did that and more.
In most cases, their targets woke up confused but unharmed, not even knowing that they had met a supervillain.
Occasionally, someone would wake as if hung over from a night of drinking.
Then there was their precious son, who woke up with a crippling migraine and his memory of the past 24 hours scrambled beyond recognition.
“How do you feel?” she asked as she placed a fresh cold compress over his eyes.
Her son could only release a pained whine.
It hurt her to see her son in such distress, but a temporary migraine was much better than the more permanent alternative.
She ran her fingers through his hair.
“Just rest. Don’t force yourself to remember anything. If it is meant to be, you’ll remember again.”
Start from Secret Inheritance.
“I confess. When I decided to find out who the villain with the lame hat was, I wasn’t expecting you,” their son said.
“Did you steal this?” Their son picked up a memory gun, which they made using the money from the jewel they stole.
“What about this?” He pointed at the jet pack on the shelf, which they had assembled themselves with minimal stolen parts after reverse engineering something else.
They shared a look. “No.”
“I saw that. I can’t believe it. My own parents are thieves in fancy costumes.” Their son turned and stomped out of their lair.
Her husband grabbed him before he could leave. She snatched the memory gun and aimed.
Genre: humour, family
Features the supervillains from Family Secret. Start from Secret Inheritance.
“The target is a phone so new it doesn’t even have a name yet. No one knows what Mr. Top Hat wants it for, but the police are on high alert,” the news anchor said.
A beep cut through the bustle, followed by an explosion of purple clouds and sparkles. In the chaos, a figure slipped in.
Unlike what the public thought, their target wasn’t an unfinished plan. It was much simpler than that. One phone. A normal phone, just one of many, to give to their son as a birthday gift.
By the time Mr Top Hat was ‘defeated and forced to flee’, she was already home, brand new phone in hand.
Their too-righteous son wouldn’t be happy if he knew where his new phone came from. That was a simple problem to solve. They would just make sure he never found out.