[Male Reader x Invisigal x Malevola x Blonde Blazer.]
Your life was supposed to be as normal as any other child's. That is, until you caught a sickness so fatal your world renowned scientist parents resorted to thinking The Nanite Program could help...
Blonde Blazer: Good. I was hoping after some drinks to loosen you up, I learn a little bit more about you, and uh... if all went well, offer you two a proposition.
Y/N: Really?
Blonde Blazer: I'm just trying to figure out if this is a fit or not. You know? Then it's just a matter of picking the right moment.
Robert: Well, propositions at a bar at night can go either way.
Robert lifts up a cup.
Blonde Blazer: That's actually-
Robert accidentally spits out booze on Blonde.
Blonde Blazer: Not water.
Robert: This is pure alcohol!
Y/N: You don't say.
Blonde points over to the more clearer brighter cup.
Blonde Blazer: See? That's water. Notice the ice at the top?
Robert: You mean to tell me you drink hard booze from a pint cup?
Blonde Blazer: Actually, I just drink it right from the bottle but I thought that would be embarrassing. I'll go and clean up.
Robert: I'm sorry for spitting on you.
Blonde Blazer: It's okay. I'll be right back.
As you look over, you keep your eyes on Blonde. You then turn back to Robert.
Robert: (To himself as he looks in the water cup) What are you doing?
You gently shake his shoulder.
Y/N: I know we just we just met and all, but joining the SDC should be the biggest break for us. It's either this, or back to just sleeping in our decrepit homes doing nothing with our lives.
Robert: How so? I can't use my suit anymore.
Y/N: There are... other ways.
???: Hey! Bitch!
You both ignore him.
???: Hey! I'm talking to you, bitch!
You turn around with Robert to see Coupe, Flambae, and Punch Up.
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Robert: Alright, just so you know, I only turned around cause someone yelled. Not because I'm a bitch or anything.
Flambae: Don't you watch the news? This is a superhero bar. And who's this? Your little sidekick?
Y/N: I'm no sidekick. I killed many who threatened the safety of America.
Flambae: Ha. I doubt it.
You get up in his face. Your cold eyes never faltering from his.
Y/N: Try to look into my eyes and say that to me again.
It doesn't take long for Flambae to walk away from you hiding his fear well under anger towards Robert.
