A Punch-Clock Villain and Hero get married.
“Bye honey have a good day at work” “you too!”
“Muahaha I will destroy Blahtropolis!” “Not if I stop you first also here you forgot your lunch dear.”
[AN: I keep getting reminded of those old looney tunes cartoons with the punch-clock sheepdog and the wolf who looked astonishingly like Wile E. Coyote…]
“Dear… have you seen my hair thingie?”
“Didn’t you put it on the counter, last night?”
“Well if I did, it isn’t there now.”
“Uuuuuuggghhh…” Marvelonia stepped away from breakfast-making to find her beloved’s hair thingie. “I don’t know why you need this, darling. It never looked good.”
“The fans expect it,” sighed Malicia as she put it in. “Its awkward and it scratches and it’s responsible for fifty-four percent of my defeats…”
“Nerd,” she sighed lovingly. “Come on, or the bacon’s going to burn.”
“I’ll get the coffee.”
Everest slumped into her seat at the table.
“Good morning, my greatest creation,” chirped Malicia.
“Y’ say that ‘bout all y’r dumb machines…”
“Your mother’s machines are not dumb,” chided Marvelonia. “And you’re our greatest creation. Unless you’d like a baby sib…”
“O god nooooo…”
“Eggs? Bacon? Toast?” offered Malicia.
“J’st lea’me alone,” grumped Everest.
“She’s at That Age,” whispered Marvelonia. “Just remember, darling. Whichever life path you chose, we’ll love you regardless.”
“Uuuuuuuuuuugggh…” Everest rolled her eyes and slouched her way towards getting a bowl of milk and cereal.
“Here’s your cape. Fresh from the dryer,” chirped Malicia.
“Life’s been so much easier since we decided on wash-and-go super suits.
“And the no-makeup look is so much faster. Loving the self-stick mini-masks.”
Everest moaned in complaint all the way through her share of getting ready for the day.
“MWUAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… And now! With the aid of my greatest creation, I shall take over Herotropolis, and then the woooooorrrllld!“
“Not on my watch, Malicia!”
“Marvelonia! Didn’t you have a runaway train to catch?”
They got to grappling. Super-powered hero against mistress of machines. “That train wasn’t on the schedule today. But I did find that bus full of orphans on time.”
“Damn,” whispered Malicia. “I forgot it was Wednesday. Crap.”
“You always mess things up on Wednesday, damnit,” Marvelonia whispered back.
She cleared her throat and rallied magnificently. “Curses! You failed to fall into my cunning trap!”
“Maybe your traps need a little more work. I’m not so easily distracted as I seem.”
“Ooof. Ow. I need three hours in the Healotron and one of your Super Massages.”
“Sorry about the eye, babe.”
“Yeah. I know. It looks great on the front page.“
“You ever think of quitting and living off the proceeds from your patents?”
“Sometimes…” Malicia stretched until her back crackled. “But what would we do for fun?
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