Fic: The S.H.D. Project
Title: The S.H.D. Project
Fandoms: Dr. Horrible/Surprise!Crossover
Note: Crack!fic idea that I felt I should share. Feel free to comment on it.
Captain Hammer had the best publicist that his corporation could buy. The world's criminal underbelly trembled under his might and sense of justice. Everyone knew his name and recognized his symbol of his power. But his agent was the one that made all of that possible by getting him into the S.H.D. Project, the Super Hero Division.
After the event that had happened a few days ago, his agent had to make phone calls to all the right national newspapers to get the story of his terrible defeat by Dr. Horrible limited to just local news to save face. His image as the hero was safe but his corporation was not happy about his lack of progress on defeating the super villains. It was not his job to go after Dr. Horrible the way he had and forced a confrontation by antagonizing him by stealing the girl he liked.
He had gone off task by going after a non-villain.
“Dr. Horrible is not on the list, Hammer.”
Hammer shrugged and sat back in his chair, flicking his hair out of his eyes. “I've thrown enough cars at his head to see that geek isn't full villain material. But he fits everything that the case file said to look for; he's blond, blue-eyed, tiny, and super smart.”
“Forget Dr. Horrible. You need to concentrate on the list we gave you for the possible locations of the villain that's your assigned arch-nemesis.”
“Look here buddy,” Hammer said, slamming his hand down on the table. “I'm the Hero, and I make the call. He's a villain and he needs to be taken down after what he did to my Penny.”
His agent sighed and took out his cellphone. “I'll be right back.”
While his agent was out of the room, Hammer looked over his list. Every detail that he had sprouted off about his arch-nemesis was there and Dr. Horrible fit the profile. While the doctor didn't seem to have the right muscle structure to fit the silhouette of his arch-nemesis, he did wear baggy clothes that were a few sizes too big for him. He was blond, blue-eyed, extremely smart. The only thing he lacked was the ninja skills and the sharp precision with scalpels. But if his arch-nemesis really was a smart man, he wouldn't spread those details around.
His agent returned to the room. “We're going to discuss this later. It's time for your therapy session.”
“Heroes don't need therapy.”
“But you need to get better to get back into the field to find your real arch nemesis. Do you want your treatment?” His agent tucked his cellphone in his suit pocket but kept his eyes on Hammer.
“Fine. Let's get this done with. But if the board doesn't approve of me pounding tiny into a thin paste after what he did...” Hammer stood and followed his agent out of the room.
He would go after Billy himself without the clearance.
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It took a while for him to realize he was staring at the ceiling. He must have been called in for a treatment. He found them really relaxing usually.
He blinked a few times in an attempt to get rid of the faint fog that clouded his vision. His chair suddenly moved to help him to an upright position and the foggy vision cleared up as the headrest lights stopped shining in his eyes.
Hammer sat up and turned his head to look at the young man standing next to his chair. He recongized him, it was the person that always gave him his treatment. He liked him because always smiled.
“Did I fall asleep?”
Topher smiled.
“For a little while.”
Fandoms: Dr. Horrible/Surprise!Crossover
Note: Crack!fic idea that I felt I should share. Feel free to comment on it.
Captain Hammer had the best publicist that his corporation could buy. The world's criminal underbelly trembled under his might and sense of justice. Everyone knew his name and recognized his symbol of his power. But his agent was the one that made all of that possible by getting him into the S.H.D. Project, the Super Hero Division.
After the event that had happened a few days ago, his agent had to make phone calls to all the right national newspapers to get the story of his terrible defeat by Dr. Horrible limited to just local news to save face. His image as the hero was safe but his corporation was not happy about his lack of progress on defeating the super villains. It was not his job to go after Dr. Horrible the way he had and forced a confrontation by antagonizing him by stealing the girl he liked.
He had gone off task by going after a non-villain.
“Dr. Horrible is not on the list, Hammer.”
Hammer shrugged and sat back in his chair, flicking his hair out of his eyes. “I've thrown enough cars at his head to see that geek isn't full villain material. But he fits everything that the case file said to look for; he's blond, blue-eyed, tiny, and super smart.”
“Forget Dr. Horrible. You need to concentrate on the list we gave you for the possible locations of the villain that's your assigned arch-nemesis.”
“Look here buddy,” Hammer said, slamming his hand down on the table. “I'm the Hero, and I make the call. He's a villain and he needs to be taken down after what he did to my Penny.”
His agent sighed and took out his cellphone. “I'll be right back.”
While his agent was out of the room, Hammer looked over his list. Every detail that he had sprouted off about his arch-nemesis was there and Dr. Horrible fit the profile. While the doctor didn't seem to have the right muscle structure to fit the silhouette of his arch-nemesis, he did wear baggy clothes that were a few sizes too big for him. He was blond, blue-eyed, extremely smart. The only thing he lacked was the ninja skills and the sharp precision with scalpels. But if his arch-nemesis really was a smart man, he wouldn't spread those details around.
His agent returned to the room. “We're going to discuss this later. It's time for your therapy session.”
“Heroes don't need therapy.”
“But you need to get better to get back into the field to find your real arch nemesis. Do you want your treatment?” His agent tucked his cellphone in his suit pocket but kept his eyes on Hammer.
“Fine. Let's get this done with. But if the board doesn't approve of me pounding tiny into a thin paste after what he did...” Hammer stood and followed his agent out of the room.
He would go after Billy himself without the clearance.
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It took a while for him to realize he was staring at the ceiling. He must have been called in for a treatment. He found them really relaxing usually.
He blinked a few times in an attempt to get rid of the faint fog that clouded his vision. His chair suddenly moved to help him to an upright position and the foggy vision cleared up as the headrest lights stopped shining in his eyes.
Hammer sat up and turned his head to look at the young man standing next to his chair. He recongized him, it was the person that always gave him his treatment. He liked him because always smiled.
“Did I fall asleep?”
Topher smiled.
“For a little while.”