Something That I Want
There were some things that Megamind had never expected to experience. Among these things were: a significant other, a home that was more, well, homely than a prison or an abandoned power plant and - oh, the face he once would have wanted to, and still did, to a degree, pull at the thought - gainful employment.
Well, he still argued that the position of supervillain was gainful employment, in its own way, but that was mostly because he still resented the thought that he had wasted thirty or so years of his life.
Wasted might be a bit strong, though, he corrected himself with a smile as he walked through the bustling streets of the Nexus, blissfully unnoticed; in a world where anyone from any universe could appear, a man in possession of blue skin and a rather large cranium was far from the strangest figure in the streets. To return to the point, though - wasted wasn't the word at all, really, as villainy had brought him to the girl of his dreams.
All he had to do now was make sure Roxanne hadn't made a horrible mistake in giving him this chance.
A task easier said than done, especially when, because of him, Roxanne had been forced to give up Metrocity. Megamind's sole consolation for the way they had fled the city after public opinion continued to turn against him so much that he felt the DE-gun may not be sufficient protection was that he had done all he could. He had gritted his teeth and gone through with speeches, conferences, interviews. He had planned and executed projects that would benefit the city endlessly, drawn up long-term plans that would see Metrocity rapidly digging itself out of the dependent hole it had fallen into and functioning well in its own right without an omnipotent god to watch over it.
All of it thrown back in his face. Not that he could particularly blame the citizens - well, most of them - given that he had dedicated the majority of his life to evil and tyranny, but couldn't they tell he was sincere?
No, apparently not, which was why Megamind was determined to make this life in the Nexus work. It was, on balance, definitely a better environment for him; he had Roxanne, he had Minion, he had Rapunzel and, perhaps most astonishingly, his mother was here and he visited her as often as he could. She had been dropping increasingly less subtle hints that he should bring Roxanne for dinner one night, but Megamind had become even more obtuse than usual at the thought of his long-lost mother meeting his new and first girlfriend.
It would have to come eventually, though, he supposed. The sheer normality of such a meeting was actually as exciting as it was nerve-wracking. Megamind had never considered himself normal - still didn't, for that matter - but he was doing normal things. The apartment, for instance; Megamind couldn't bear to think of kicking Rapunzel out of their shared hotel room to make space for Roxanne and the place Roxanne had been staying didn't exactly have room for two, either, so in the end they had pooled their resources and decided to rent an apartment on the classier side of the Nexus.
The side that actually required money for things, which brought him to the next normal thing: getting money. Legally. Megamind swore he would never sell his soul to the extent of working in an office and the fact that he'd had the forethought to bring all of his personal funds to the Nexus meant they didn't have any money worries currently, but... He didn't want to do anything wrong. A good first step in doing things right was presumably making sure Roxanne always had the best, which meant the money wouldn't last as long as it would if he were living alone or with Minion.
There was something else that was strange. After thirty-five years of never being away from Minion for longer than the duration of a stay in prison, Megamind was suddely independent of his best friend. Oh, Minion wouldn't allow them to be separated by much, but even the fact that their apartments were next door to each other didn't fully mitigate the fact that they were no longer living completely intertwined lives. It gave Megamind an odd shiver when he stopped and thought about it, but in an odd way... It was freeing. Like an overprotected teenager making the break to college, Megamind was stepping away from his routine of so long and it was both exciting and terrifying.
This seemed to be a running theme. It was present in his own apartment, where he and Roxanne were slowly but surely weaving a life together, learning one another's habits, tics and routines and blending them together into a Relationship. Exciting. Terrifying. Intoxicating. Too much. Too little. Confusion.
Ultimately, though, fulfillment, especially when he pleased her.
Which, Megamind hoped as he opened the door and set the bottle of wine and flowers he'd been carrying on the nearest available surface, was what his little revelation would entail.
"Roxanne?"
Well, he still argued that the position of supervillain was gainful employment, in its own way, but that was mostly because he still resented the thought that he had wasted thirty or so years of his life.
Wasted might be a bit strong, though, he corrected himself with a smile as he walked through the bustling streets of the Nexus, blissfully unnoticed; in a world where anyone from any universe could appear, a man in possession of blue skin and a rather large cranium was far from the strangest figure in the streets. To return to the point, though - wasted wasn't the word at all, really, as villainy had brought him to the girl of his dreams.
All he had to do now was make sure Roxanne hadn't made a horrible mistake in giving him this chance.
A task easier said than done, especially when, because of him, Roxanne had been forced to give up Metrocity. Megamind's sole consolation for the way they had fled the city after public opinion continued to turn against him so much that he felt the DE-gun may not be sufficient protection was that he had done all he could. He had gritted his teeth and gone through with speeches, conferences, interviews. He had planned and executed projects that would benefit the city endlessly, drawn up long-term plans that would see Metrocity rapidly digging itself out of the dependent hole it had fallen into and functioning well in its own right without an omnipotent god to watch over it.
All of it thrown back in his face. Not that he could particularly blame the citizens - well, most of them - given that he had dedicated the majority of his life to evil and tyranny, but couldn't they tell he was sincere?
No, apparently not, which was why Megamind was determined to make this life in the Nexus work. It was, on balance, definitely a better environment for him; he had Roxanne, he had Minion, he had Rapunzel and, perhaps most astonishingly, his mother was here and he visited her as often as he could. She had been dropping increasingly less subtle hints that he should bring Roxanne for dinner one night, but Megamind had become even more obtuse than usual at the thought of his long-lost mother meeting his new and first girlfriend.
It would have to come eventually, though, he supposed. The sheer normality of such a meeting was actually as exciting as it was nerve-wracking. Megamind had never considered himself normal - still didn't, for that matter - but he was doing normal things. The apartment, for instance; Megamind couldn't bear to think of kicking Rapunzel out of their shared hotel room to make space for Roxanne and the place Roxanne had been staying didn't exactly have room for two, either, so in the end they had pooled their resources and decided to rent an apartment on the classier side of the Nexus.
The side that actually required money for things, which brought him to the next normal thing: getting money. Legally. Megamind swore he would never sell his soul to the extent of working in an office and the fact that he'd had the forethought to bring all of his personal funds to the Nexus meant they didn't have any money worries currently, but... He didn't want to do anything wrong. A good first step in doing things right was presumably making sure Roxanne always had the best, which meant the money wouldn't last as long as it would if he were living alone or with Minion.
There was something else that was strange. After thirty-five years of never being away from Minion for longer than the duration of a stay in prison, Megamind was suddely independent of his best friend. Oh, Minion wouldn't allow them to be separated by much, but even the fact that their apartments were next door to each other didn't fully mitigate the fact that they were no longer living completely intertwined lives. It gave Megamind an odd shiver when he stopped and thought about it, but in an odd way... It was freeing. Like an overprotected teenager making the break to college, Megamind was stepping away from his routine of so long and it was both exciting and terrifying.
This seemed to be a running theme. It was present in his own apartment, where he and Roxanne were slowly but surely weaving a life together, learning one another's habits, tics and routines and blending them together into a Relationship. Exciting. Terrifying. Intoxicating. Too much. Too little. Confusion.
Ultimately, though, fulfillment, especially when he pleased her.
Which, Megamind hoped as he opened the door and set the bottle of wine and flowers he'd been carrying on the nearest available surface, was what his little revelation would entail.
"Roxanne?"