What is a hero supposed to do when her only healthy relationship is with her villian?
For Galaxy Girl and Toxic, their entire lives mirrored in the grandiose rivalry of their fathers. Both playing their parts of arch enemies as the world expected of...
The band stops playing and the lead singer announced something in French over the microphone.
"What did he say?" she asked. "Oh, he was just making an announcement for the live karaoke." translated Toxic. "That it is only for the brave. Why, you feeling like belting some tunes tonight?" He chuckled.
"Me, sing in front of all these people? Over my dead body!" she shook her head as if trying to ward off thoughts of such even crossing her mind. A wicked grin lit up her face. "Why don't you go do it?" "I could..." He cocks his head. "No you can't. You wouldn't." The hero crossed her arms, she had only been joking.
"Challenge accepted." He smirked arrogantly, lifting his partner off his lap and sliding her onto the chair beside him. With her arms still crossed, she watched her rival walk towards the stage, waiting for him to turn around and chicken out, so she could laugh in his face and they could both make jest of each other; but much to her awe, he exchanged a few words with the lead singer before climbing on stage and being handed a microphone. The band started to play and Galaxy Girl couldn't believe her own eyes, he was actually going through with this!
"This song is dedicated to my beautiful girl over there...." He pointed at her. "She said I wouldn't do this..." The whole crowd laughed. He placed the microphone into its holder, and after awkwardly clearing his throat, he began to sing.
"My story is much too sad to be told, but practically everything leaves me totally cold." Galaxy was frozen in her seat. She never knew he could sing, and man could he sing! His voice sounded like pure honey. "My story is much too sad to be told, But practically everything leaves me totally cold...." He swooned sadly. "The exception I know is the case. When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the olden ways. And I suddenly turn and see... Your fabulous face." He sang on, boring straight into her eyes and in that moment, she was enveloped by a feeling of love she had never thought existed. He held every note perfectly, in such a manner that would make Freddie Mercury jealous. "I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So tell me why should it be true. That I get a kick out of you?" He sang the question, shooting her a knowing wink.
"Some, they may go for cocaine. I'm sure that if I took even one sniff. It would bore me terrifically, too. Yet I get a kick out of you." His voice was so smooth and filled with sarcasm, but there was a truth beneath it; one she couldn’t quite ignore. "I get a kick every time I see You standing there before me. I get a kick though it's clear to see You obviously do not adore me." He motioned his nemesis closer, so she stood up and walked to the edge of the stage; watching him through a smirk.
"I get no kick in a plane. Flying too high with a girl in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do. Yet I get a kick, yeah you give me a boot. I get a kick out of you."
Toxic moved across the stage with enough grace to match any rock star, belting his black heart out. She discreetly peeked over at the Speeders. The man was busy flirting away with some heiress from New Zealand, but the woman, she was staring with an expressionless look on her face; staring straight at Toxic, her body leaning against the frame of the fire exit. "Yeah I get a kick out of you..." He finished the song and the place erupted in cheers and whistles. Toxic took a rather over-dramatic swooping bow before hopping off the stage and standing face to face with Galaxy Girl.
"Told you so." He grinned.. "You're crazy." She shook her head. "In this line of work..." He chuckles "It’s sort of a job requirement." The band began to play another sad love song. The hair stood up on the back of the crime fighter’s neck, she could feel unfriendly eyes burning into her.
"She's watching us isn't she?" His eyes flashed quickly to the Romanian woman. Toxic casually pulls her into his arms and they begin to sway to the music. "Like a hawk." He whispered into her ear.
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A/N: So far no set job, still looking. But I do have some temp work on the 4th of July, so I wont starve to death, no worries guys. :) Posting another chapter today. Hoped you enjoyed.
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