Synesthesia 4A/? (NC-17)(Horrible/Hammer/Penny)(Horrible/Snow One Sided)
Title: Synesthesia
Part: 4A/?
By: Lilithisbitter
Rating: MA (Lemon/Disturbing Themes/Darkfic)
Word Count: 15,000 (Post I and II combined)
Pairing: Horrible/Penny/Hammer, Horrible/Johnny Snow (One-sided)
Spoiler: For All Three Acts of Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, Comic Book Backstory Not Used
Summary: One part continuation, one part alternate universe, shake and stir. A bounced Wonderflonium accident disrupts events in not one but two parallel timelines and forces Billy to pony up to his inner demons.
Previous Chapters
I. The Reign of Dr. Horrible
II. Warning: Don't Bounce
III. Penny for Your Thoughts, Hopes, and Dreams Part I [1] [2]
Because of LJ Post Restrictions, Part IV is in 2 Parts...
IV. Penny for Your Thoughts, Hopes, and Dreams Part II
Oh, no, no, no…
This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Wasn’t he at least supposed to escape? Wasn’t that how everything worked out in the end? Sure he got severely beaten up, his limbs were generally broken or yanked out of their sockets and he was spitting out blood and fragments of his teeth. That was a given, villain does evil stuff, hero beats villain up, and while the crowd strokes the hero’s ego, the villain goes home to sob into a pillow. Well, that was how it typically turned out for him.
The car was just supposed to graze his head. Right? After that, he was supposed to go home and compose a blog about this. Billy was just going to bitch and complain about his failed heist and how the LAPD was waiting for him along with Major Cheesecake. This was not supposed to happen.
No. No. No.
This was wrong…
Billy’s lungs ached in a dull sort of pulsing way. He coughed long and hard, coming up with a few splatters and streamers of blood. More than a few if Billy stopped to think about it. The car was small, but heavy when it landed on the lower half of you. “But aren’t you glad it missed your face? Aren’t you glad you don’t have to go to an evil dentist?” One of the voices asked.
Billy shook his head, feeling the shattered remains of his goggles shift from side to side. Not really. Plus it would have crushed his skull to a pulp. “Oh,” the voice said, “I think I get your point. That would be bad.”
“Yeah… I want to go home…”
“Me too,” the voice said and fell silent. Billy was sad to see it go, it was rather pleasant for one of the voices in his mind.
How had this happened?
“Right,” said another one of the voices piped up. It sounded annoyingly like Dr. Phillip “My MD is better than Your PhD Times Two” Grossbard. “Let’s think back…” It paused. “It seems like this Wednesday, you drove a spork into your own leg. But I think…. You seem to be in a lot of pain. Check yourself over. We need to access the situation.”
But I don’t want to.
A hollow cry of pain escaped Billy’s mouth and he curled around the ache as best as he could. He failed and arched backwards in pain, mewling miserably. The mangled bones in his leg hurt a lot more than a spork ever did. His left leg of his torn pants was soaked in blood and he didn’t want to see what the skin underneath looked like. Billy then caught a glimpse of his own blood smeared bare foot. Paranoia surged through his mind (when had he lost his footwear) and he then saw his boot with his Doc Marten inside of it, sock so soaked that it was now black. Billy checked again, his foot was still attached, but… oh god, it wasn’t supposed to be folded against his ankle like that. But at least the arm Captain Hammer had broken seemed to hurt less. Didn’t make it any less broken, just probably not as bad as his leg probably was.
Billy snapped his head back up and caught a glimpse of his leg beneath a rip in his pants. The glimpse of torn flesh and splinted bone, both smeared with blood, was more than enough to bear. He blacked out for a fraction of a section and came to in a puddle of his own urine. “Shit…” he managed finally and realized, yeah, probably that too.
His right leg was curled up in a pothole, scraped to hell by the inside of his jeans. It almost mocked Billy’s left leg in its near perfection, though he was sure it was developing a bruise on the thigh. “What’s with the delay?” the voice asked. “Do you need a few more minutes?”
“I’m in pain,” Billy managed and his lower back and pelvis joined in with their own screams of pain. He didn’t want to know what was broken in those. Or ruptured or worse. Part of him prayed that he could just stay under this car. There were things out there like Captain Hammer or imminent horse-on-man-sex-to-death from Bad Horse. He could just stay in here forever and ever. “I want to go home. I just want M-m-m-moist to t-t-take m-me h-h-home.”
“Moist hates you now,” the cruelest voice of all snapped briefly.
Billy tried to curl up as best as he could, which was hard considering the weight pressing into his back. This time he was able to stay in the possession and huddle there, alone save for the voices and the delusions his untreated schizophrenia damned him with. Billy could hear their murmurs, they were mocking him, they were laughing at him… the boy who flew too close to the sun or more like the boy who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
If he got out of this, he was going to make sure not to let his heist details slip on his blog again. No wonder The Big Box of Tools Heist was a success; it had been an informal one. “Oh God, never again. I promise.”
He could feel hot tears splash down his face and the shredded remains of his clothes. It didn’t escape Billy that one wrong move and he’d be naked except for his goggles, gloves, and one boot. That didn’t matter, Billy just wanted his bestest friend in the whole world to take him home. He could just call him. No, his iPhone had shattered; he had felt it splinter in his back pocket the moment the Toyota Prius had smashed into him. “On the bright side,” an irritating sweet voice chirped up, “It’s not the side your tattoo is on.”
What bright side? There was a bright side to this? He wasn’t sure there was a bright to anything anymore. Billy felt cold, damp, sick, and he coughed again, coughing up another mess of bright red. “And I think those things are more important than remembering.”
“I don’t care. This is most important. Something went wrong with the freeze ray. Think back,” the voice chided again and this time he listened.
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Billy pulled off his welder’s goggles and whistled to himself. Even the stand was a thing of beauty, put together in two hours. He needed no jet-flames or bling, just the amazingness of polished steel and jet-black fittings. Perfect for the freeze ray. The design meant it could be collapsed and shoved inside a gym bag within a matter of minutes. That was the beauty of his way of thinking, unclogged by those stupid antipsychotic meds that Grossbard kept trying to shove off on him. Did he think he was stupid? All he needed was sleeping pills to slow down, Red Bull to speed back up and he was good to go.
Nothing like a perfect project to improve an ending to your day. Billy scratched at his upper lip, stubble too light to be seen slightly prickling under his fingertips. Yep… tomorrow would be the day. Everything would change and Billy the loser would be gone. Only Billy the triumphant would be there and Penny would be beneath him, her nude flesh beneath his hands and mouth, submitting to his will. Her every desire his own because he wished it so.
He could picture her now… food would be involved. That was Billy’s best… anything involving his mouth and hands as well as his fingers and tongue. He was very paranoid that beyond that he was probably the world’s worst lover. He could dribble yogurt on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, teasing her more and more, before sliding his tongue along her slit, using the bridge of his nose to nuzzle her clitoris.
Even if he hadn’t any experience in penetration, his first college roommate’s ex-girlfriend had been glad to show him the ropes of cunninglingus. Billy had been young, too young, but eager although she didn’t let him go all the way. “I don’t want to be convicted of statutory rape,” she had said and Billy had been livid at such a stupid petty rule.
Since his damned father had cut off his childhood by shoving him into fifth grade at the age of five, he felt he should be treated like an adult. He also blamed this whole incident for his terminal cold feet. Billy remembered begging, pleading, “Look, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone.”
And she had just laughed and went, “Oh, William.” She always called him William, made him feel grown up and in the next words made him feel like a child. “You’re just thirteen.”
“F-f-f-fifteen,” Billy had corrected from his position between her splayed legs. He had his birthday last week. “I’m fifteen, you k-know that… you were there… re-remember? I’m ready for this.” His voice cracked embarrassingly high from tenor to soprano in the space of one sentence to the next.
She (he didn’t remember her name and it didn’t matter only Penny did, but he did remember it started with a P) had chucked and exhaled a cloud of smoke from her cigarette, tapping the ashes off with her perfect nails, “You… you always take yourself too lightly. Got too much going for yourself, William. You should wait until you find someone you love.”
It had been pretty much a kick in the teeth. Bad thought considering how many times Hammer had kicked them in or out as the case might be. Oh, yeah, she had taught him a wealth of information… it didn’t count if it was fingers, tongues, or toys… didn’t count if it was in your mouth or in the space between your thighs. That had been the way he had ended up satisfying Conflict Diamond in the bathroom stall, pressing his thighs together and letting the villain thrust between them.
“But for you,” she had added, “No anal sex either… fair is fair, I think.” She had run her hand over his backside and let her hand rest against the curve of one buttock for emphasis. He leaned into it as she continued, “Let them fuck your pretty mouth all they want… but save that little hole for the right person. ”
But… no longer… he loved Penny; so obviously giving up his virginity for real would be okay. Penny would whimper, “Oh, Dr. Horrible… oh Billy… oh William…” any of those names would be fine… she could even call him Crandall and it still wouldn’t matter as long as it came from her mouth, “Take me.” Billy’s long, clever, and dare he say, wicked tongue would continue to lap at her soft, velvety folds until she came beneath him and then with one thrust, he would be inside her tight little cunt, riding her orgasm, enjoying every single pulse of her walls squeezing him, drawing him in deep, and it would be amazing. Virgin body didn’t mean virgin mind. Billy needed an as impure a mind as possible to be Dr. Horrible.
“I agree,” said a low hoarse voice, but how could anyone be in here, but himself? Trogdor couldn’t speak, he was just a ferret, and that was a silly thought to have anyway, silly, stupid Billy. “Your mind is very, very impure.”
Billy’s head turned in the direction of the voice and he saw himself in his red formals. But that was impossible; he hadn’t even taken them out of the tissue paper they were wrapped in since he had gotten them last month. Not to mention the whole thing didn’t make sense. But there he was, thinner in the face, cheekbones so lean that they could split a hair simply by the hair glancing at them, young and old at the same time, goggles hiding his eyes and tangled blond hair the rest. “This is impossible,” Billy managed to say.
The red-coated Dr. Horrible inclined his head so far that it brushed against his shoulder. He shrugged slightly as if daring Billy to be freaked. Yet Billy was hardly affected by the part considering he was now inclining his head equally as far back on the opposite shoulder. “Well, well, well, welcome to the impossible, Billy-fuck-buddy. Get used to it.”
Billy edged away, but somehow backed right away in his mirror image self. That wide smile cracked his face so wide that it looked like it hurt and so fake looking that it probably did. “W-w-w-what are you t-talking about?” he asked, backing away in the opposite direction.
“What do you think I’m talking about?” Dr. Horrible scowled deeply, moving to the other side of the room where a small shape twisted and turned, whimpering to itself. It bucked and twisted with sounds of chains rattling with every movement. “I’m talking about claiming what is ours by right.”
Billy found himself incoherently babbling, even more than usual. He wasn’t even aware of what he himself was even saying. The lights in the room brightened to reveal Penny, her clothing in tatters, leather straps binding her arms behind her back and forcing her to stand with her legs apart, chains binding the leather straps to the ceiling and walls. Semen and blood smeared her inner thighs; myriad bruises and whip marks covered the rest of her slender frame. She looked up, her mouth gagged with a strip of cloth. Oh god, her face was a patchwork of cuts, bruises, and burns. “You’d have to make her yours if he claimed her first,” Dr Horrible said and smacked the illusionary Penny’s face, drawing blood and knocking one of her front teeth out. She wailed from behind her gag, eyes tearing up, the left had a little starburst hemorrhage in it. “Erase his marks from her body. Pump her full of your spunk until she realizes…” Horrible trailed off and inhaled the scent of her hair. He smirked. “That she is yours and yours alone. That’s the only way she will see.”
Penny looked at Billy and instead of the loving look that he always pictured she would give him, she looked at him with her bruised face and blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. “Penny!” Billy cried in despair and reached out to her even though he realized Penny wasn’t real. The false Penny sobbed around her gag, cringing away. “Penny, oh, no no no… this isn’t me. I would never ever do that to you. Not you. Never you. Please, trust me on this, Penny.”
“Oh, how do you know?” his counterpart asked scornful, pulling aside his coattails and clicking the teeth of his zipper open. Unlike Billy, he seemed to wear no jeans or underwear below his black pants. He eased himself out into the air with a giggle. His cock was very erect, beads of pre-come shining on the tip. “How do you know what they’re doing when you’re shut in your lab?” He pulled his goggles down around his neck and looked at Billy, an air of insanity in his eyes. They were his eyes; empty, scornful, and pitiful, so dull that they looked more like glass marbles. “I bet they’re doing this at this very moment.”
“I…”
“Exactly…” Horrible said with an air of triumph, his erection trembling in air, his gloved hands wrapping around Penny’s tiny waist. “You don’t know.” And with a single thrust, he added, “I bet it scares you.”
“Please, don’t… not to her, not Penny…”
Billy couldn’t see any of the details, the red lab coat thankfully hid them, but it was bad enough when his delusion started bucking and thrusting against false Penny, her sharp, muffled screams echoing through his ears as he (no… no… not him, not him never ever ever him god Penny so sorry Penny love you Penny) brutally sodomized her. “How do you know he isn’t doing this at the moment? If so… this is the only way she’ll understand.” There was something mocking and sympathetic to his doppelganger illusion’s voice. “You have to pound the memory out of her. So she’ll remember you and only you.”
Billy’s feet could hardly support him as he stumbled back toward his favorite armchair and tried to flop into it. He missed and wound up on floor. Billy hissed in pain behind his teeth and readjusted his goggles. “If I do that, then Penny won’t love, she’d never love a monster…. I know that the darkness in me is growing day by day, drop by drop.” Billy shook his head in denial. “But I would never do that to Pennny. N-never ever.” He blinked quickly and chewed on his gloved thumb. “She must be worshipped. I’d worship her.”
Billy’s hands started to trace the invisible curves of Penny’s body as he mimicked opening her thighs. Of its own violation, his mouth parted, as he mimicked the act, his tongue would glide along the folds of her labia, before teasing her clitoris erect from beneath its hood. He could drive this horror before him out of his head, out of his mind. No, he’d never do this. Never ever. He’d never rape Penny. No! Penny was giving him a look now. Her green eyes were barely open through the mass of bruises. She feared him, he knew that well… she saw him as who he was beyond his lab coat. She saw him as Billy and she hated and feared that person. That look was one of pity blended with her fear. She shook her head and then turned away. “She’s coming to grips with reality.”
Still for a few minutes, his tongue desperate licked into empty space before he gave up and his hands dropped to his side. “I…” Billy paused, “I… I…. I… I…” The words chocked in his throat and refused to even come out. “Just go away… go away… away!!!” His voice hitched on the last part.
The scene dissolved, leaving Billy in his own lab, breathing heavily. Of all the things to happen on the eve of his greatest heist thus far, why this? Damn himself… why did his own mind have to play these damned tricks him on him? Automatically, Billy looked back over his shoulder in case his own doppelganger had one last card to play. “Keep away from me,” he warned.
“We’re always here,” the voices at the back of his mind chorused.
Billy bit his lip until it bled and he swayed from side to side. He had to make sure that scum Captain Hammer kept his hammer in his pants or Billy swore to the Dominating Board of Mad Science that he was going to rip the thing off and make him devour it. Or maybe train a legion of dogs to chew that body part off and watch the bastard scream in agony. Although he didn’t know it, a smirk began to twist Billy’s lips. It was thin lipped and showed the slightest hint of teeth of a brief moment. “I have to follow her.” He began to repack his duffle bag… his various guns and rays were pulled out save for the stun gun mark five and the freeze ray, which he folded down on its base and tucked along side the first gun. “With my freeze ray, I will stop his world.”
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It was a wonderful evening to be a hero. The air was cool enough so everyone’s nipples were hard little buds that he could see through their shirts. He wasn’t picky. He knew they all wanted him, man or woman. How greedy would it be for Captain Hammer to deny his fans the honor of kissing the hammer and doing other things to the hammer if they were dudes? But for now, there was Penny.
The bush to the right of them jiggled or maybe it was his imagination. Or a breeze. It seemed to be a rather pissed off bush with its blond hair and glaring blue eyes. Well, Captain Hammer did always enjoy an audience. The Hammer did as well. The bush seemed to press in closer, shuffling a bit. It even leaned in a bit closer as if it wanted to listen. Heh, bush. Just like the one Penny may or may not have.
“Penny?” Captain Hammer’s hand was still cupping her butt, though she had moved it a little higher so that it was cupping move of her waist than her cheeks. She did have a nice waist for a quiet nerdish type. Wow. He had never thought that he would be attracted to someone outside of his type. Actually he wasn’t sure he had a type at all. “Are you looking forward to…” he trailed off.
“Hmmm?” Penny tilted her head back and she leaned against him. “I told you… not until I’m ready.” She gave one of those full body ripples. “Don’t worry, I’ve been told I’m worth it. Don’t doubt the sex power of geek.”
“Oh, I mean tomorrow, Penny,” Hammer chuckled, tapping her on the nose, “It will be a big day and I got you a front row seat.” His moral compass pinged between his crotch and his heart. He could really blow this at any moment. Keep your libido under control, Hammer, even if you’ve had it since before World War II. “And it’s a good one if I do say so myself. You’re not in front of the sound system so your poor ears won’t be blasted.”
“Mmmm… thanks.” She nuzzled into him again and the bush grumbled to itself and adjusted its… or rather Dr. Horrible’s gloved hand adjusted his goggles. So the nerdy twerp liked to watch? Interesting. He’d give him a show if Penny were willing and able and kinky. He’d bet anything Dr. Horrible was jacking off. Woah… that thought was oddly hot. He could punish him for that. Throw him over one knee, rip those damned grey pants off, and spank that little ass crimson, let him feel the hammer throb into the hollow of his stomach. “That’s nice of you. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Oh, no… it’s just what I do.” Hammer said, thumping his own chest in pride. “I don’t want you to be in the back not seeing a thing of the ceremony. It’s going to be huge.” And he wasn’t just talking about his amazing penis… okay he was mostly talking about his amazing cock. “And I know everyone will enjoy it.”
“Fucking bastard,” Dr. Horrible muttered from his bush disguise, too low for anyone but those blessed with super hearing to pick up. “Choke and die, why don’t you.” Oh, silly stupid blather-mouthed scientist, haven’t you heard of the resurrection half of Stopped Clock? Not possible. “Do me a favor.” He shot Hammer the finger.
Penny didn’t catch any of this. Oh, Penny, how lucky was he that she didn’t. “I had a really fun evening,” she said, leaning forward to give him a kiss. “So thanks for everything.”
Everything? What a second? Did Penny just hammerblock him? What a crafty crafty girl this Penelope Grossbard was turning out to be. Not only was she the daughter of the LA’s most famous psychiatrist, she was also obviously a black belt master of manipulation. Not to worry. Once he charmed the thong panties off her, she would prove to be his most successful conquest ever and possible first long time girlfriend. Not to mention the alliteration of his real name Paul Hammerstein when paired with hers… Paul and Penny… open minded Penny. She would help him find girls to sleep with. Maybe she would sleep with them and let him watch. That would be hot. “Yeah, sure… I had an amazing time.” And he did. Even if the homeless were creepy, he could see she had a point. Three if he counted the peaks of her nipples. Booyah. Poor nipples, they must be cold. If he had his way, he would pop open the buttons of her blouse, wiggle her breasts free from their lace prison, and warm her nipples with his mouth. “So, I’ll see you at around noon tomorrow?”
To Captain Hammer’s amusement Dr. Horrible pretended to gag himself and then muttered, “Give me a break.”
Captain Hammer tried to cover a laugh. The fool was such a shamble of a villain and had no internal censor, blabbing his heists on his blog like he expected a pat on the head and a cookie every single time. You’d think that slamming the man into a few buildings a few times to see how much evil dentists charged would be enough to deter Dr. Horrible. He preferred chocking and wedgies; something about pulling the man’s underwear up the crack of his ass got Hammer’s balls so wet… Dr. Horrible had a rather pretty jaw line and could be handsome if someone stuck him in a suit instead of that silly oversized lab coat. “I will,” Penny said after a period of staring into Hammer’s eyes, which he knew were dreamy. He bet even Dr. Horrible liked his eyes, otherwise why would he keep coming unless he liked the pain. Oh, kinky. “I’m really looking forward to this.”
“OMGWTF,” Dr. Horrible whispered, looking more than a bit horrified. Horrible… horrified. Got to remember that one. “Don’t do anything you would regret.”
Interesting… was Penny the girl he kept referring to in his blog for the last nine months? This would throw a whole new wrench in the ball game. Or was that ball in the works? He was never good at metaphors. “Me too,” Hammer said and clasped her hands in his. “The next day will be… well wait till you see it.”
Penny just beamed, her pale skin just glowing in the light from the setting sun. Oh yes, there was nothing like villain-bashing to make your girl cream her panties and make her want you even more. He knew that Dr. Horrible had been planning to the freeze the mayor and shove a fist shaped butt plug up his ass before running off with his Armani suit to sell on eBay for some time, as had the LAPD. How they not? And Tiny in the bush apparently didn’t. “I’m looking forward it,” Penny said and wrapped her arms around him before pressing her lips to his cheek briefly. “Noon, right? I’ll see you there.” A lock of her hair brushed against his face briefly. The grumble from Dr. Horrible confirmed it.
“See you, darling-dear,” Hammer replied and pressed his lips against her hand. Penny giggled. “Sleep well.”
She nodded and flounced off in that way which made Hammer wonder if the little minx was going to go home and masturbate. God, would that be hot. Maybe if he asked nicely the next time, she would let him watch. Slowly, but surely, Dr. Horrible started to follow her, creeping past the bush, coat tails now visible past the foliage cover. Before he could even take a step, however, Captain Hammer grabbed him by a handful of blond hair, gelled strands crunching under his gloved grip, pulling the slender scientist’s short locks. It would have been easier if his hair had still been long.
The results were instantaneous, Horrible shot out of the bush, spine arched backwards, his mouth starting to open as if to scream. Hammer cupped his hand over the villain’s mouth and managed to muffle most of the man’s shrieks to a few dull moans. Lucky for him, Penny was already out of hearing range. “Hello, Doctor.” Hammer lowered his mouth to the man’s ear and continued in a mock seductive voice, “How was it? Did you stroke your tiny laser thinking of my magnificent hammer and how you’d never match up? Did you cream your little lace panties, Dr. Horrible? Did you? Did it feel good? If I remove my hand will you scream?” The younger man shook his head as well as any man could with his hair being pulled. “Good man.”
He pulled his hand away from Dr. Horrible’s mouth. Captain Hammer was expecting another scream, maybe some girly begging. He didn’t expect what came next along with the flailing of limbs in all directions on the bad doctor’s part. “You fucking son of a bitch! My cock’s not tiny! It’s long and thick! And that’s when it’s still flaccid!” He continued to twist and shimmy along with that horrendous profanity. Captain Hammer had been known to occasionally curse, but Dr. Horrible took it took a whole new level. “You bastard, my erection puts yours to shame! If it saw mine it would run back inside your abdomen and become a cunt out of shame!”
Captain Hammer released his hair and pinned him under the arms. Dr. Horrible continued squirming like a snake against him. Hammer was pretty sure that the human body shouldn’t be capable of twisting like that, particularly in the abdomen which was curled into a C-shape so Horrible’s boots were now resting on Captain Hammer’s shoulders. “Oh, is that so?”
“Well, strangle me or punch me in the teeth like you always do,” Dr. Horrible demanded. “Don’t just be judging the size of other guys’ junk… just beat me up like you always do.”
If Dr. Horrible was expecting him to do that, he was sadly mistaken… that was for tomorrow for one thing. Anyway, that also made him horribly (bad pun, considering) predictable on his villain treatment. Oh, yes, he was going to show the little twerp that crime didn’t pay and he would be begging to come over to the side of good… by which he meant his own bed, legs parted wide. If being knocked unconscious and kneed in the nuts a few times didn’t work, maybe utter humiliation at his Evil League of Evil induction heist would be the thing. After all, it seemed that the ELE was just full of hot wind, so he could easily convince the doctor over to the awesome side. And if didn’t… well he could always steal everything the doctor ever liked or loved. “I don’t think so… see… I’m just too tired to do it and well… yeah… tired and all.”
Dr. Horrible’s mouth dropped open and Hammer let him drop to the ground in an undignified heap, lab coat tails mostly over his face hiding everything from his nose down, legs and arms tangled in a knot. “You… you… you…”
“Yeah,” Hammer said gleefully, running a hand through his perfect hair, ready to spend the evening studying Horrible’s blog to prepare for the next day. The little blond twerp would never see it coming even though he really should. “I get that a lot. You wouldn’t believe how often I do. Hey, why don’t I offer you a deal? One night only.”
Those smoke-blue eyes narrowed and that little delicate head cocked slightly to the side. “How about you don’t? I mean that’s a good idea.”
“No, it’s a sweet deal,” Hammer studied his… nails… through his gloves… well, he could study his nails if he wasn’t wearing his gloves. “I think you would grow to like it. It’s simple on your end.” He was of course referring to Dr. Horrible’s ass or rear end as the case may be. “I mean you seem to be the kind of person who would bend over for Bad Horse’s favor.” Dr Horrible’s face went from beet red to chalk white to beet red again in a matter of seconds. He also made a rather interesting sound reminiscent of a whistle. “Now, all you have to do is join the side of good is…” he paused, resting his hands on the doctor’s knees, “Lie back and spread your thighs.”
He started to slide those slack-clad legs apart when Dr. Horrible scrambled backwards as fast he could. His blue eyes were wide and his mouth was twitching. “W-w-w-w-w-w-what the hell is wrong with you?” Horrible said.
Heh, Dr. Horrible was stuttering like a child. Hilarious. Captain Hammer didn’t even help the mad scientist to his feet and just laughed for several minutes, spraying saliva onto Dr. Horrible’s face and goggles. Dr. Horrible grimaced and wiped his face off with a sleeve. He then removed his goggles and used his coat to try to clean them. “Did anyone tell you what a lousy villain you are?”
Dr. Horrible stopped in mid-polish. “I’m not a lousy villain,” he grumbled. “I’m a really awesome villain who tomorrow will be in the Evil League of Evil.”
Wow, he never noticed what a large forehead Dr. Horrible had. He just assumed that the man had lots of blond hair. Dr. Horrible’s forehead was wide, high, and pale with slight furrow marks in it. Plus there were the goggle marks embedded in the upper half. “What?” Dr. Horrible snapped.
“Your forehead is enormous. I can like see myself in it.”
Horrible scowled and shoved his goggles back on his forehead. “Go to hell,” he said, stumbling and staggering to his feet.
Captain Hammer watched as Dr. Horrible trudged down the path, shoulders hunched, arms crossed behind his back. Watched as he briefly stopped to turn and glare. “My offer still stands until sunrise, Doctor,” Hammer called, “Think about it. Because when you give it up to the Hammer and I think you do have something to give up… sad, because you are one hot piece of ass, you give it up hard.”
“I am…” came the reply, “I think you have no layers to you at all, Major Cheesecake. You’re just something people can dump topping on, but in the end you’ll see be a hunk of cheese.” He suddenly ran away in the direction Penny had left with all of the grace of a flailing monkey, a spazzy little run if there ever was.
Captain Hammer paid him no heed; after all he had plenty of blog entries to watch. After all know thy enemy was the key to success and Horrible had no concept of shutting the hell up. He would just blab on and on, revealing pretty much every detail of his heists. Hammer folded his gloved hands self-satisfied over his chest. Tomorrow was going to be beyond anything he could ever hope for. Look good for the cameras and make Dr. Horrible cry like a small scared girl. But like the last part was hard. That was pretty much a given any time he beat the younger man up. There was that one time with the bank vault where he had left the villain drooling blood, hiccupping and sobbing, and in a pool of urine. Fun times, though Dr. Horrible looked rather bony for the next few months.
Hammer whistled idly as he opened his cell phone and dialed in the number to retrieve the HamJet from her underground hanger. He had some blogs to watch.
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Timeline A -
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Johnny Snow asked against as they headed back from the hospital. It was a stupid question considering that Dr. Horrible/Billy had passed out on him. He had went to try to wake him up, he came away with a palm smeared with blood from where it touched the scientist’s scalp. “Seriously, I need to know if you want to check back in or what.”
Dr. Horrible leaned against him, waxy-faced, biting his lip. Johnny felt a bit odd referring to the villain as Dr. Horrible, since he wasn’t clad in his normal lab coat or the crimson formal version. Instead he wore a black sweatshirt with grey hood and dark blue jeans with a battered pair of steel toed boots beneath them. “I don’t know,” he said flatly and touched the bandage wrapped around his head.
There was a gash neatly stitched up underneath, that still seeped red and yellow into the bandages above it. Johnny winced a little at the memory of seeing it, that pulsing awful angry-looking thing. The wound had been caused by a glass shard from the Wonderflonium fuel rod and left a three inch gash a mere inch above his ear. Not to mention, some of his hair had to be shaved off in order to stitch it shut. Such a waste of hair even if the curls mostly covered it up. “How can you not know if you’re all right or not?”
All he got in return was a little shrug. “I said that I didn’t know,” Dr. Horrible said flatly. “Just like I still don’t know how to save the universe. This is a work in progress after all.” He suddenly looked over to the other side, cocking his head as if addressing someone. He would pause every so often as if allowing the other unseen person to continue their half of the conversation. “No… no… no… I don’t think so… no I am not going to be called Billy… I was weak as Billy… I’m strong as Dr. Horrible… my name is Doc… my name is…”
Dr. Horrible broke away from Johnny with a hoarse little cry of rage and backed into the wall. There was something akin to terror in his eyes, those eyes that looked silver in the hours of evening. His mouth flapped open and shut, but he produced no words, just a little whimpering clicking sound from the back of his throat. His fingers flexed in terror and his nostrils flared so much that they threatened to loosen the packing for his broken nose. For a few minutes, he wasn’t Dr. Horrible at all, but Billy, a scared man, lonely, confused, and broken beyond all repair.
He was finally able to say something in a raw little broken voice. “Penny… I’m scared.”
Johnny decided to take a chance, since it seemed wrong to call him Dr. Horrible in those clothes or in that frame of mind. He cleared throat to get Dr. Horrible… no… Billy’s attention and held out a hand the moment his eyes swam into focus behind those glasses. “Billy, let’s get you home.” And the lonely man didn’t protest one bit, just took Johnny’s proffered hand and let him lead him back to Horrible Mansion.
“Right… home…”
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Timeline B
Captain Hammer had videos on Dr. Horrible’s Evil Lab as the Website was called that he could actually agree with. A Stopped Clock, such as Dr. Horrible (all villains and heroes were required to register their status of Stopped Clock on the databases), was right twice a day. So occasionally, he did find himself nodding along and had one time called out, “You said it” before realizing that Horrible couldn’t hear him and he was a villain so he wasn’t supposed to agree with him at all.
In fact in some ways, Dr. Horrible reminded the Captain of this little curly haired bit he knew years and years ago. Of course this was before Dr. Horrible showed up. His name was William, he constantly wore glasses, was a former fan club member, and still remained the only person Hammer hadn’t been able to de-virgin-ate… he had gotten close those. He still wondered what happened to William; the kid had a sweet little ass and legs that went on for miles.
The End Marriage blog entry was one such blog entry that Hammer could actually agree with. He clicked that video open next. Dr. Horrible had sat in front of his computer, clad in a huge fluffy bathrobe and dark maroon pajamas instead of his lab coat, although his familiar goggles were perched on his head. He held a mug of steaming tea in one hand, which he sipped from wanly, and there were bright feverish spots across his cheeks and nose. Instead of his pale peachy color he was more chalk white with dark circles under his eyes and lips were severely chapped. “Mur,” he said weakly, “What a week to get the flu. I could have stolen that shipment of alkahest and I need that to clean out my perpetual battery or it stops being perpetual and just becomes a battery… very s-scientific stuff here. I mean aqua regia is okay and all, but… hwachoo… that’s just the problem, it’s just okay. Which is my problem too.” He blew his nose, sipped his tea, and readjusted his goggles. “You don’t get into the Evil League of Evil by simply being okay. You have to be okay awesome and that’s out of my class at the moment.”
He sneezed again. “Okay, since I’m not out and about robbing and making lasers, I have decided to express my distain for the government.”
“Oh, you horrible anarchist, you,” Hammer muttered as he had when he first watched the video.
There was oddly a pause when Hammer said that. “And here’s where you naysayers will say ‘Oh, you horrible anarchist, you,” Dr. Horrible said, “See, I predicted that and left you a gap in which to say it. Because I am a magician and can read your mind. So my moist buddy Moist and I were just chilling with Bait and Switch and none of us were happy over the whole Proposition 8 thing. And then I said…” Horrible paused and took a sip of tea. “Well I don’t believe in marriage anyway, but seriously I think that the government and the church have way too much say in what makes up a family. I mean seriously, it brings morality into the sex act. If it feels good… do it, you don’t have to have a ring around a finger to enjoy the act just like you don’t have to buy a restaurant to enjoy fried chicken. Also… if you want to be a family… boom, you’re a family… you shouldn’t have to justify that to anybody but to yourselves.
“Next up, the ring… when you buy that diamond ring, first off you all are supporting the DeBeers diamond cartel. Second, girls, you are way too rock crazy, you make the whole penis size debate seem like nothing. You say you don’t want big and flashy, but in the end… um, yeah you do. You basically are stomping on his testicles every time to play the ‘it’s not big enough’ card and frankly that’s a bit sickening to any man. No marriage equals no shiny rocks for the diamond cartel to sell and for you to constantly obsess over. I’m sorry, but a man’s hurt feelings aren’t worth it.
“Also… then comes the Wedding. The wedding is overly expensive and you shell out most of your money for a one-day party to invite relatives that you’ve never heard of and that you’re expected to know. And your reward is a toaster or something like that. I never saw the sense of that myself and believe me… I’ve seen enough weddings, my mother remarried three times after she divorced my father and she kept making me go to them even though she didn’t have custody rights. Guilt trip mostly. She had four toasters as that house the last time I checked. Believe me, I’m doing myself a favor if I do away with marriage… I-I-I-I don’t want to see toaster number five…
“Also it’s a day of things that are only used for one day. Wedding gowns… used for only one day. Bridesmaid dressed… same thing, only they are ugly as sin. I think it’s because Bridezilla doesn’t want anyone to look any better than she does, so her best friends have to look better than everyone else.”
Dr. Horrible paused in midrant to sip his tea again as if mulling over his next sentences. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sneezed lightly before coughing heavily. For a second, he looked like that curly haired bit… but that curly haired bit had stuck out ears, so there was no way Dr. Horrible could be William even if they both had blond hair and blue eyes. For one thing, William was good and Dr. Horrible was evil. Huge difference. “Anyway… once I take over the world… marriage will be gone. If you guys are going to us it as a way of controlling others than you don’t deserve it. I know that’s an odd thing to hear from a man taking over the world, but hey… Horribleness is what the Doctor prescribed. Out.”
Hammer nodded and clicked to the latest blog post from Sunday. The camera turned on and Dr. Horrible peered into it, head slightly tilted to the right. He pulled away and reached for a bit of paper stuck in his breast coat pocket. There was a bit of a prideful look to his face. “Back in ’97… which as all of you know, was the year I went evil, Apple Computers did an ad campaign and I kinda hold it as my motto as those of you have been following my blog know. I read it back on the radio show for those of you who kept taped copies, please destroy them because really…” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, “I really hated the sound of my voice back then and well this is for the best.” The doctor cleared his throat as he carefully unfolded the paper. “This is for all of you who have ever been bullied or had your ideals or genius stepped on along with your hands and hearts. Ah-em.
‘Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in a square hole, the ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them, because they change things. They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who’ll do it.’” He paused and put the paper down with a little sound that sounded rather on the sniffle side. “And it’s a lot better than that blessed are the peacemakers crap Johnny Snow keeps tossing about. Also, I wasn’t crying… the audio isn’t too good.” Now his voice was a lot stronger. “I just thought we needed a good pre-post to the victory post which will be posted at seven am one week from now. I can predict nothing but success for my campaign. It will be beyond anything you ever will see.”
Captain Hammer clicked pause and leaned back in his chair. That was enough for now to get a glimpse of the horrible man. Besides… there was still plenty of time to cruise the streets for a piece of pussy or ass. Long-time girlfriend didn’t mean he should deny himself pleasure. Hammer hummed to himself and turned the computer off. Dr. Horrible would never know what would hit him. Maybe he would, since it would be the fists of justice.
Part: 4A/?
By: Lilithisbitter
Rating: MA (Lemon/Disturbing Themes/Darkfic)
Word Count: 15,000 (Post I and II combined)
Pairing: Horrible/Penny/Hammer, Horrible/Johnny Snow (One-sided)
Spoiler: For All Three Acts of Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, Comic Book Backstory Not Used
Summary: One part continuation, one part alternate universe, shake and stir. A bounced Wonderflonium accident disrupts events in not one but two parallel timelines and forces Billy to pony up to his inner demons.
Previous Chapters
I. The Reign of Dr. Horrible
II. Warning: Don't Bounce
III. Penny for Your Thoughts, Hopes, and Dreams Part I [1] [2]
Because of LJ Post Restrictions, Part IV is in 2 Parts...
IV. Penny for Your Thoughts, Hopes, and Dreams Part II
Oh, no, no, no…
This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Wasn’t he at least supposed to escape? Wasn’t that how everything worked out in the end? Sure he got severely beaten up, his limbs were generally broken or yanked out of their sockets and he was spitting out blood and fragments of his teeth. That was a given, villain does evil stuff, hero beats villain up, and while the crowd strokes the hero’s ego, the villain goes home to sob into a pillow. Well, that was how it typically turned out for him.
The car was just supposed to graze his head. Right? After that, he was supposed to go home and compose a blog about this. Billy was just going to bitch and complain about his failed heist and how the LAPD was waiting for him along with Major Cheesecake. This was not supposed to happen.
No. No. No.
This was wrong…
Billy’s lungs ached in a dull sort of pulsing way. He coughed long and hard, coming up with a few splatters and streamers of blood. More than a few if Billy stopped to think about it. The car was small, but heavy when it landed on the lower half of you. “But aren’t you glad it missed your face? Aren’t you glad you don’t have to go to an evil dentist?” One of the voices asked.
Billy shook his head, feeling the shattered remains of his goggles shift from side to side. Not really. Plus it would have crushed his skull to a pulp. “Oh,” the voice said, “I think I get your point. That would be bad.”
“Yeah… I want to go home…”
“Me too,” the voice said and fell silent. Billy was sad to see it go, it was rather pleasant for one of the voices in his mind.
How had this happened?
“Right,” said another one of the voices piped up. It sounded annoyingly like Dr. Phillip “My MD is better than Your PhD Times Two” Grossbard. “Let’s think back…” It paused. “It seems like this Wednesday, you drove a spork into your own leg. But I think…. You seem to be in a lot of pain. Check yourself over. We need to access the situation.”
But I don’t want to.
A hollow cry of pain escaped Billy’s mouth and he curled around the ache as best as he could. He failed and arched backwards in pain, mewling miserably. The mangled bones in his leg hurt a lot more than a spork ever did. His left leg of his torn pants was soaked in blood and he didn’t want to see what the skin underneath looked like. Billy then caught a glimpse of his own blood smeared bare foot. Paranoia surged through his mind (when had he lost his footwear) and he then saw his boot with his Doc Marten inside of it, sock so soaked that it was now black. Billy checked again, his foot was still attached, but… oh god, it wasn’t supposed to be folded against his ankle like that. But at least the arm Captain Hammer had broken seemed to hurt less. Didn’t make it any less broken, just probably not as bad as his leg probably was.
Billy snapped his head back up and caught a glimpse of his leg beneath a rip in his pants. The glimpse of torn flesh and splinted bone, both smeared with blood, was more than enough to bear. He blacked out for a fraction of a section and came to in a puddle of his own urine. “Shit…” he managed finally and realized, yeah, probably that too.
His right leg was curled up in a pothole, scraped to hell by the inside of his jeans. It almost mocked Billy’s left leg in its near perfection, though he was sure it was developing a bruise on the thigh. “What’s with the delay?” the voice asked. “Do you need a few more minutes?”
“I’m in pain,” Billy managed and his lower back and pelvis joined in with their own screams of pain. He didn’t want to know what was broken in those. Or ruptured or worse. Part of him prayed that he could just stay under this car. There were things out there like Captain Hammer or imminent horse-on-man-sex-to-death from Bad Horse. He could just stay in here forever and ever. “I want to go home. I just want M-m-m-moist to t-t-take m-me h-h-home.”
“Moist hates you now,” the cruelest voice of all snapped briefly.
Billy tried to curl up as best as he could, which was hard considering the weight pressing into his back. This time he was able to stay in the possession and huddle there, alone save for the voices and the delusions his untreated schizophrenia damned him with. Billy could hear their murmurs, they were mocking him, they were laughing at him… the boy who flew too close to the sun or more like the boy who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
If he got out of this, he was going to make sure not to let his heist details slip on his blog again. No wonder The Big Box of Tools Heist was a success; it had been an informal one. “Oh God, never again. I promise.”
He could feel hot tears splash down his face and the shredded remains of his clothes. It didn’t escape Billy that one wrong move and he’d be naked except for his goggles, gloves, and one boot. That didn’t matter, Billy just wanted his bestest friend in the whole world to take him home. He could just call him. No, his iPhone had shattered; he had felt it splinter in his back pocket the moment the Toyota Prius had smashed into him. “On the bright side,” an irritating sweet voice chirped up, “It’s not the side your tattoo is on.”
What bright side? There was a bright side to this? He wasn’t sure there was a bright to anything anymore. Billy felt cold, damp, sick, and he coughed again, coughing up another mess of bright red. “And I think those things are more important than remembering.”
“I don’t care. This is most important. Something went wrong with the freeze ray. Think back,” the voice chided again and this time he listened.
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Billy pulled off his welder’s goggles and whistled to himself. Even the stand was a thing of beauty, put together in two hours. He needed no jet-flames or bling, just the amazingness of polished steel and jet-black fittings. Perfect for the freeze ray. The design meant it could be collapsed and shoved inside a gym bag within a matter of minutes. That was the beauty of his way of thinking, unclogged by those stupid antipsychotic meds that Grossbard kept trying to shove off on him. Did he think he was stupid? All he needed was sleeping pills to slow down, Red Bull to speed back up and he was good to go.
Nothing like a perfect project to improve an ending to your day. Billy scratched at his upper lip, stubble too light to be seen slightly prickling under his fingertips. Yep… tomorrow would be the day. Everything would change and Billy the loser would be gone. Only Billy the triumphant would be there and Penny would be beneath him, her nude flesh beneath his hands and mouth, submitting to his will. Her every desire his own because he wished it so.
He could picture her now… food would be involved. That was Billy’s best… anything involving his mouth and hands as well as his fingers and tongue. He was very paranoid that beyond that he was probably the world’s worst lover. He could dribble yogurt on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, teasing her more and more, before sliding his tongue along her slit, using the bridge of his nose to nuzzle her clitoris.
Even if he hadn’t any experience in penetration, his first college roommate’s ex-girlfriend had been glad to show him the ropes of cunninglingus. Billy had been young, too young, but eager although she didn’t let him go all the way. “I don’t want to be convicted of statutory rape,” she had said and Billy had been livid at such a stupid petty rule.
Since his damned father had cut off his childhood by shoving him into fifth grade at the age of five, he felt he should be treated like an adult. He also blamed this whole incident for his terminal cold feet. Billy remembered begging, pleading, “Look, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone.”
And she had just laughed and went, “Oh, William.” She always called him William, made him feel grown up and in the next words made him feel like a child. “You’re just thirteen.”
“F-f-f-fifteen,” Billy had corrected from his position between her splayed legs. He had his birthday last week. “I’m fifteen, you k-know that… you were there… re-remember? I’m ready for this.” His voice cracked embarrassingly high from tenor to soprano in the space of one sentence to the next.
She (he didn’t remember her name and it didn’t matter only Penny did, but he did remember it started with a P) had chucked and exhaled a cloud of smoke from her cigarette, tapping the ashes off with her perfect nails, “You… you always take yourself too lightly. Got too much going for yourself, William. You should wait until you find someone you love.”
It had been pretty much a kick in the teeth. Bad thought considering how many times Hammer had kicked them in or out as the case might be. Oh, yeah, she had taught him a wealth of information… it didn’t count if it was fingers, tongues, or toys… didn’t count if it was in your mouth or in the space between your thighs. That had been the way he had ended up satisfying Conflict Diamond in the bathroom stall, pressing his thighs together and letting the villain thrust between them.
“But for you,” she had added, “No anal sex either… fair is fair, I think.” She had run her hand over his backside and let her hand rest against the curve of one buttock for emphasis. He leaned into it as she continued, “Let them fuck your pretty mouth all they want… but save that little hole for the right person. ”
But… no longer… he loved Penny; so obviously giving up his virginity for real would be okay. Penny would whimper, “Oh, Dr. Horrible… oh Billy… oh William…” any of those names would be fine… she could even call him Crandall and it still wouldn’t matter as long as it came from her mouth, “Take me.” Billy’s long, clever, and dare he say, wicked tongue would continue to lap at her soft, velvety folds until she came beneath him and then with one thrust, he would be inside her tight little cunt, riding her orgasm, enjoying every single pulse of her walls squeezing him, drawing him in deep, and it would be amazing. Virgin body didn’t mean virgin mind. Billy needed an as impure a mind as possible to be Dr. Horrible.
“I agree,” said a low hoarse voice, but how could anyone be in here, but himself? Trogdor couldn’t speak, he was just a ferret, and that was a silly thought to have anyway, silly, stupid Billy. “Your mind is very, very impure.”
Billy’s head turned in the direction of the voice and he saw himself in his red formals. But that was impossible; he hadn’t even taken them out of the tissue paper they were wrapped in since he had gotten them last month. Not to mention the whole thing didn’t make sense. But there he was, thinner in the face, cheekbones so lean that they could split a hair simply by the hair glancing at them, young and old at the same time, goggles hiding his eyes and tangled blond hair the rest. “This is impossible,” Billy managed to say.
The red-coated Dr. Horrible inclined his head so far that it brushed against his shoulder. He shrugged slightly as if daring Billy to be freaked. Yet Billy was hardly affected by the part considering he was now inclining his head equally as far back on the opposite shoulder. “Well, well, well, welcome to the impossible, Billy-fuck-buddy. Get used to it.”
Billy edged away, but somehow backed right away in his mirror image self. That wide smile cracked his face so wide that it looked like it hurt and so fake looking that it probably did. “W-w-w-what are you t-talking about?” he asked, backing away in the opposite direction.
“What do you think I’m talking about?” Dr. Horrible scowled deeply, moving to the other side of the room where a small shape twisted and turned, whimpering to itself. It bucked and twisted with sounds of chains rattling with every movement. “I’m talking about claiming what is ours by right.”
Billy found himself incoherently babbling, even more than usual. He wasn’t even aware of what he himself was even saying. The lights in the room brightened to reveal Penny, her clothing in tatters, leather straps binding her arms behind her back and forcing her to stand with her legs apart, chains binding the leather straps to the ceiling and walls. Semen and blood smeared her inner thighs; myriad bruises and whip marks covered the rest of her slender frame. She looked up, her mouth gagged with a strip of cloth. Oh god, her face was a patchwork of cuts, bruises, and burns. “You’d have to make her yours if he claimed her first,” Dr Horrible said and smacked the illusionary Penny’s face, drawing blood and knocking one of her front teeth out. She wailed from behind her gag, eyes tearing up, the left had a little starburst hemorrhage in it. “Erase his marks from her body. Pump her full of your spunk until she realizes…” Horrible trailed off and inhaled the scent of her hair. He smirked. “That she is yours and yours alone. That’s the only way she will see.”
Penny looked at Billy and instead of the loving look that he always pictured she would give him, she looked at him with her bruised face and blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. “Penny!” Billy cried in despair and reached out to her even though he realized Penny wasn’t real. The false Penny sobbed around her gag, cringing away. “Penny, oh, no no no… this isn’t me. I would never ever do that to you. Not you. Never you. Please, trust me on this, Penny.”
“Oh, how do you know?” his counterpart asked scornful, pulling aside his coattails and clicking the teeth of his zipper open. Unlike Billy, he seemed to wear no jeans or underwear below his black pants. He eased himself out into the air with a giggle. His cock was very erect, beads of pre-come shining on the tip. “How do you know what they’re doing when you’re shut in your lab?” He pulled his goggles down around his neck and looked at Billy, an air of insanity in his eyes. They were his eyes; empty, scornful, and pitiful, so dull that they looked more like glass marbles. “I bet they’re doing this at this very moment.”
“I…”
“Exactly…” Horrible said with an air of triumph, his erection trembling in air, his gloved hands wrapping around Penny’s tiny waist. “You don’t know.” And with a single thrust, he added, “I bet it scares you.”
“Please, don’t… not to her, not Penny…”
Billy couldn’t see any of the details, the red lab coat thankfully hid them, but it was bad enough when his delusion started bucking and thrusting against false Penny, her sharp, muffled screams echoing through his ears as he (no… no… not him, not him never ever ever him god Penny so sorry Penny love you Penny) brutally sodomized her. “How do you know he isn’t doing this at the moment? If so… this is the only way she’ll understand.” There was something mocking and sympathetic to his doppelganger illusion’s voice. “You have to pound the memory out of her. So she’ll remember you and only you.”
Billy’s feet could hardly support him as he stumbled back toward his favorite armchair and tried to flop into it. He missed and wound up on floor. Billy hissed in pain behind his teeth and readjusted his goggles. “If I do that, then Penny won’t love, she’d never love a monster…. I know that the darkness in me is growing day by day, drop by drop.” Billy shook his head in denial. “But I would never do that to Pennny. N-never ever.” He blinked quickly and chewed on his gloved thumb. “She must be worshipped. I’d worship her.”
Billy’s hands started to trace the invisible curves of Penny’s body as he mimicked opening her thighs. Of its own violation, his mouth parted, as he mimicked the act, his tongue would glide along the folds of her labia, before teasing her clitoris erect from beneath its hood. He could drive this horror before him out of his head, out of his mind. No, he’d never do this. Never ever. He’d never rape Penny. No! Penny was giving him a look now. Her green eyes were barely open through the mass of bruises. She feared him, he knew that well… she saw him as who he was beyond his lab coat. She saw him as Billy and she hated and feared that person. That look was one of pity blended with her fear. She shook her head and then turned away. “She’s coming to grips with reality.”
Still for a few minutes, his tongue desperate licked into empty space before he gave up and his hands dropped to his side. “I…” Billy paused, “I… I…. I… I…” The words chocked in his throat and refused to even come out. “Just go away… go away… away!!!” His voice hitched on the last part.
The scene dissolved, leaving Billy in his own lab, breathing heavily. Of all the things to happen on the eve of his greatest heist thus far, why this? Damn himself… why did his own mind have to play these damned tricks him on him? Automatically, Billy looked back over his shoulder in case his own doppelganger had one last card to play. “Keep away from me,” he warned.
“We’re always here,” the voices at the back of his mind chorused.
Billy bit his lip until it bled and he swayed from side to side. He had to make sure that scum Captain Hammer kept his hammer in his pants or Billy swore to the Dominating Board of Mad Science that he was going to rip the thing off and make him devour it. Or maybe train a legion of dogs to chew that body part off and watch the bastard scream in agony. Although he didn’t know it, a smirk began to twist Billy’s lips. It was thin lipped and showed the slightest hint of teeth of a brief moment. “I have to follow her.” He began to repack his duffle bag… his various guns and rays were pulled out save for the stun gun mark five and the freeze ray, which he folded down on its base and tucked along side the first gun. “With my freeze ray, I will stop his world.”
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It was a wonderful evening to be a hero. The air was cool enough so everyone’s nipples were hard little buds that he could see through their shirts. He wasn’t picky. He knew they all wanted him, man or woman. How greedy would it be for Captain Hammer to deny his fans the honor of kissing the hammer and doing other things to the hammer if they were dudes? But for now, there was Penny.
The bush to the right of them jiggled or maybe it was his imagination. Or a breeze. It seemed to be a rather pissed off bush with its blond hair and glaring blue eyes. Well, Captain Hammer did always enjoy an audience. The Hammer did as well. The bush seemed to press in closer, shuffling a bit. It even leaned in a bit closer as if it wanted to listen. Heh, bush. Just like the one Penny may or may not have.
“Penny?” Captain Hammer’s hand was still cupping her butt, though she had moved it a little higher so that it was cupping move of her waist than her cheeks. She did have a nice waist for a quiet nerdish type. Wow. He had never thought that he would be attracted to someone outside of his type. Actually he wasn’t sure he had a type at all. “Are you looking forward to…” he trailed off.
“Hmmm?” Penny tilted her head back and she leaned against him. “I told you… not until I’m ready.” She gave one of those full body ripples. “Don’t worry, I’ve been told I’m worth it. Don’t doubt the sex power of geek.”
“Oh, I mean tomorrow, Penny,” Hammer chuckled, tapping her on the nose, “It will be a big day and I got you a front row seat.” His moral compass pinged between his crotch and his heart. He could really blow this at any moment. Keep your libido under control, Hammer, even if you’ve had it since before World War II. “And it’s a good one if I do say so myself. You’re not in front of the sound system so your poor ears won’t be blasted.”
“Mmmm… thanks.” She nuzzled into him again and the bush grumbled to itself and adjusted its… or rather Dr. Horrible’s gloved hand adjusted his goggles. So the nerdy twerp liked to watch? Interesting. He’d give him a show if Penny were willing and able and kinky. He’d bet anything Dr. Horrible was jacking off. Woah… that thought was oddly hot. He could punish him for that. Throw him over one knee, rip those damned grey pants off, and spank that little ass crimson, let him feel the hammer throb into the hollow of his stomach. “That’s nice of you. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Oh, no… it’s just what I do.” Hammer said, thumping his own chest in pride. “I don’t want you to be in the back not seeing a thing of the ceremony. It’s going to be huge.” And he wasn’t just talking about his amazing penis… okay he was mostly talking about his amazing cock. “And I know everyone will enjoy it.”
“Fucking bastard,” Dr. Horrible muttered from his bush disguise, too low for anyone but those blessed with super hearing to pick up. “Choke and die, why don’t you.” Oh, silly stupid blather-mouthed scientist, haven’t you heard of the resurrection half of Stopped Clock? Not possible. “Do me a favor.” He shot Hammer the finger.
Penny didn’t catch any of this. Oh, Penny, how lucky was he that she didn’t. “I had a really fun evening,” she said, leaning forward to give him a kiss. “So thanks for everything.”
Everything? What a second? Did Penny just hammerblock him? What a crafty crafty girl this Penelope Grossbard was turning out to be. Not only was she the daughter of the LA’s most famous psychiatrist, she was also obviously a black belt master of manipulation. Not to worry. Once he charmed the thong panties off her, she would prove to be his most successful conquest ever and possible first long time girlfriend. Not to mention the alliteration of his real name Paul Hammerstein when paired with hers… Paul and Penny… open minded Penny. She would help him find girls to sleep with. Maybe she would sleep with them and let him watch. That would be hot. “Yeah, sure… I had an amazing time.” And he did. Even if the homeless were creepy, he could see she had a point. Three if he counted the peaks of her nipples. Booyah. Poor nipples, they must be cold. If he had his way, he would pop open the buttons of her blouse, wiggle her breasts free from their lace prison, and warm her nipples with his mouth. “So, I’ll see you at around noon tomorrow?”
To Captain Hammer’s amusement Dr. Horrible pretended to gag himself and then muttered, “Give me a break.”
Captain Hammer tried to cover a laugh. The fool was such a shamble of a villain and had no internal censor, blabbing his heists on his blog like he expected a pat on the head and a cookie every single time. You’d think that slamming the man into a few buildings a few times to see how much evil dentists charged would be enough to deter Dr. Horrible. He preferred chocking and wedgies; something about pulling the man’s underwear up the crack of his ass got Hammer’s balls so wet… Dr. Horrible had a rather pretty jaw line and could be handsome if someone stuck him in a suit instead of that silly oversized lab coat. “I will,” Penny said after a period of staring into Hammer’s eyes, which he knew were dreamy. He bet even Dr. Horrible liked his eyes, otherwise why would he keep coming unless he liked the pain. Oh, kinky. “I’m really looking forward to this.”
“OMGWTF,” Dr. Horrible whispered, looking more than a bit horrified. Horrible… horrified. Got to remember that one. “Don’t do anything you would regret.”
Interesting… was Penny the girl he kept referring to in his blog for the last nine months? This would throw a whole new wrench in the ball game. Or was that ball in the works? He was never good at metaphors. “Me too,” Hammer said and clasped her hands in his. “The next day will be… well wait till you see it.”
Penny just beamed, her pale skin just glowing in the light from the setting sun. Oh yes, there was nothing like villain-bashing to make your girl cream her panties and make her want you even more. He knew that Dr. Horrible had been planning to the freeze the mayor and shove a fist shaped butt plug up his ass before running off with his Armani suit to sell on eBay for some time, as had the LAPD. How they not? And Tiny in the bush apparently didn’t. “I’m looking forward it,” Penny said and wrapped her arms around him before pressing her lips to his cheek briefly. “Noon, right? I’ll see you there.” A lock of her hair brushed against his face briefly. The grumble from Dr. Horrible confirmed it.
“See you, darling-dear,” Hammer replied and pressed his lips against her hand. Penny giggled. “Sleep well.”
She nodded and flounced off in that way which made Hammer wonder if the little minx was going to go home and masturbate. God, would that be hot. Maybe if he asked nicely the next time, she would let him watch. Slowly, but surely, Dr. Horrible started to follow her, creeping past the bush, coat tails now visible past the foliage cover. Before he could even take a step, however, Captain Hammer grabbed him by a handful of blond hair, gelled strands crunching under his gloved grip, pulling the slender scientist’s short locks. It would have been easier if his hair had still been long.
The results were instantaneous, Horrible shot out of the bush, spine arched backwards, his mouth starting to open as if to scream. Hammer cupped his hand over the villain’s mouth and managed to muffle most of the man’s shrieks to a few dull moans. Lucky for him, Penny was already out of hearing range. “Hello, Doctor.” Hammer lowered his mouth to the man’s ear and continued in a mock seductive voice, “How was it? Did you stroke your tiny laser thinking of my magnificent hammer and how you’d never match up? Did you cream your little lace panties, Dr. Horrible? Did you? Did it feel good? If I remove my hand will you scream?” The younger man shook his head as well as any man could with his hair being pulled. “Good man.”
He pulled his hand away from Dr. Horrible’s mouth. Captain Hammer was expecting another scream, maybe some girly begging. He didn’t expect what came next along with the flailing of limbs in all directions on the bad doctor’s part. “You fucking son of a bitch! My cock’s not tiny! It’s long and thick! And that’s when it’s still flaccid!” He continued to twist and shimmy along with that horrendous profanity. Captain Hammer had been known to occasionally curse, but Dr. Horrible took it took a whole new level. “You bastard, my erection puts yours to shame! If it saw mine it would run back inside your abdomen and become a cunt out of shame!”
Captain Hammer released his hair and pinned him under the arms. Dr. Horrible continued squirming like a snake against him. Hammer was pretty sure that the human body shouldn’t be capable of twisting like that, particularly in the abdomen which was curled into a C-shape so Horrible’s boots were now resting on Captain Hammer’s shoulders. “Oh, is that so?”
“Well, strangle me or punch me in the teeth like you always do,” Dr. Horrible demanded. “Don’t just be judging the size of other guys’ junk… just beat me up like you always do.”
If Dr. Horrible was expecting him to do that, he was sadly mistaken… that was for tomorrow for one thing. Anyway, that also made him horribly (bad pun, considering) predictable on his villain treatment. Oh, yes, he was going to show the little twerp that crime didn’t pay and he would be begging to come over to the side of good… by which he meant his own bed, legs parted wide. If being knocked unconscious and kneed in the nuts a few times didn’t work, maybe utter humiliation at his Evil League of Evil induction heist would be the thing. After all, it seemed that the ELE was just full of hot wind, so he could easily convince the doctor over to the awesome side. And if didn’t… well he could always steal everything the doctor ever liked or loved. “I don’t think so… see… I’m just too tired to do it and well… yeah… tired and all.”
Dr. Horrible’s mouth dropped open and Hammer let him drop to the ground in an undignified heap, lab coat tails mostly over his face hiding everything from his nose down, legs and arms tangled in a knot. “You… you… you…”
“Yeah,” Hammer said gleefully, running a hand through his perfect hair, ready to spend the evening studying Horrible’s blog to prepare for the next day. The little blond twerp would never see it coming even though he really should. “I get that a lot. You wouldn’t believe how often I do. Hey, why don’t I offer you a deal? One night only.”
Those smoke-blue eyes narrowed and that little delicate head cocked slightly to the side. “How about you don’t? I mean that’s a good idea.”
“No, it’s a sweet deal,” Hammer studied his… nails… through his gloves… well, he could study his nails if he wasn’t wearing his gloves. “I think you would grow to like it. It’s simple on your end.” He was of course referring to Dr. Horrible’s ass or rear end as the case may be. “I mean you seem to be the kind of person who would bend over for Bad Horse’s favor.” Dr Horrible’s face went from beet red to chalk white to beet red again in a matter of seconds. He also made a rather interesting sound reminiscent of a whistle. “Now, all you have to do is join the side of good is…” he paused, resting his hands on the doctor’s knees, “Lie back and spread your thighs.”
He started to slide those slack-clad legs apart when Dr. Horrible scrambled backwards as fast he could. His blue eyes were wide and his mouth was twitching. “W-w-w-w-w-w-what the hell is wrong with you?” Horrible said.
Heh, Dr. Horrible was stuttering like a child. Hilarious. Captain Hammer didn’t even help the mad scientist to his feet and just laughed for several minutes, spraying saliva onto Dr. Horrible’s face and goggles. Dr. Horrible grimaced and wiped his face off with a sleeve. He then removed his goggles and used his coat to try to clean them. “Did anyone tell you what a lousy villain you are?”
Dr. Horrible stopped in mid-polish. “I’m not a lousy villain,” he grumbled. “I’m a really awesome villain who tomorrow will be in the Evil League of Evil.”
Wow, he never noticed what a large forehead Dr. Horrible had. He just assumed that the man had lots of blond hair. Dr. Horrible’s forehead was wide, high, and pale with slight furrow marks in it. Plus there were the goggle marks embedded in the upper half. “What?” Dr. Horrible snapped.
“Your forehead is enormous. I can like see myself in it.”
Horrible scowled and shoved his goggles back on his forehead. “Go to hell,” he said, stumbling and staggering to his feet.
Captain Hammer watched as Dr. Horrible trudged down the path, shoulders hunched, arms crossed behind his back. Watched as he briefly stopped to turn and glare. “My offer still stands until sunrise, Doctor,” Hammer called, “Think about it. Because when you give it up to the Hammer and I think you do have something to give up… sad, because you are one hot piece of ass, you give it up hard.”
“I am…” came the reply, “I think you have no layers to you at all, Major Cheesecake. You’re just something people can dump topping on, but in the end you’ll see be a hunk of cheese.” He suddenly ran away in the direction Penny had left with all of the grace of a flailing monkey, a spazzy little run if there ever was.
Captain Hammer paid him no heed; after all he had plenty of blog entries to watch. After all know thy enemy was the key to success and Horrible had no concept of shutting the hell up. He would just blab on and on, revealing pretty much every detail of his heists. Hammer folded his gloved hands self-satisfied over his chest. Tomorrow was going to be beyond anything he could ever hope for. Look good for the cameras and make Dr. Horrible cry like a small scared girl. But like the last part was hard. That was pretty much a given any time he beat the younger man up. There was that one time with the bank vault where he had left the villain drooling blood, hiccupping and sobbing, and in a pool of urine. Fun times, though Dr. Horrible looked rather bony for the next few months.
Hammer whistled idly as he opened his cell phone and dialed in the number to retrieve the HamJet from her underground hanger. He had some blogs to watch.
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Timeline A -
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Johnny Snow asked against as they headed back from the hospital. It was a stupid question considering that Dr. Horrible/Billy had passed out on him. He had went to try to wake him up, he came away with a palm smeared with blood from where it touched the scientist’s scalp. “Seriously, I need to know if you want to check back in or what.”
Dr. Horrible leaned against him, waxy-faced, biting his lip. Johnny felt a bit odd referring to the villain as Dr. Horrible, since he wasn’t clad in his normal lab coat or the crimson formal version. Instead he wore a black sweatshirt with grey hood and dark blue jeans with a battered pair of steel toed boots beneath them. “I don’t know,” he said flatly and touched the bandage wrapped around his head.
There was a gash neatly stitched up underneath, that still seeped red and yellow into the bandages above it. Johnny winced a little at the memory of seeing it, that pulsing awful angry-looking thing. The wound had been caused by a glass shard from the Wonderflonium fuel rod and left a three inch gash a mere inch above his ear. Not to mention, some of his hair had to be shaved off in order to stitch it shut. Such a waste of hair even if the curls mostly covered it up. “How can you not know if you’re all right or not?”
All he got in return was a little shrug. “I said that I didn’t know,” Dr. Horrible said flatly. “Just like I still don’t know how to save the universe. This is a work in progress after all.” He suddenly looked over to the other side, cocking his head as if addressing someone. He would pause every so often as if allowing the other unseen person to continue their half of the conversation. “No… no… no… I don’t think so… no I am not going to be called Billy… I was weak as Billy… I’m strong as Dr. Horrible… my name is Doc… my name is…”
Dr. Horrible broke away from Johnny with a hoarse little cry of rage and backed into the wall. There was something akin to terror in his eyes, those eyes that looked silver in the hours of evening. His mouth flapped open and shut, but he produced no words, just a little whimpering clicking sound from the back of his throat. His fingers flexed in terror and his nostrils flared so much that they threatened to loosen the packing for his broken nose. For a few minutes, he wasn’t Dr. Horrible at all, but Billy, a scared man, lonely, confused, and broken beyond all repair.
He was finally able to say something in a raw little broken voice. “Penny… I’m scared.”
Johnny decided to take a chance, since it seemed wrong to call him Dr. Horrible in those clothes or in that frame of mind. He cleared throat to get Dr. Horrible… no… Billy’s attention and held out a hand the moment his eyes swam into focus behind those glasses. “Billy, let’s get you home.” And the lonely man didn’t protest one bit, just took Johnny’s proffered hand and let him lead him back to Horrible Mansion.
“Right… home…”
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Timeline B
Captain Hammer had videos on Dr. Horrible’s Evil Lab as the Website was called that he could actually agree with. A Stopped Clock, such as Dr. Horrible (all villains and heroes were required to register their status of Stopped Clock on the databases), was right twice a day. So occasionally, he did find himself nodding along and had one time called out, “You said it” before realizing that Horrible couldn’t hear him and he was a villain so he wasn’t supposed to agree with him at all.
In fact in some ways, Dr. Horrible reminded the Captain of this little curly haired bit he knew years and years ago. Of course this was before Dr. Horrible showed up. His name was William, he constantly wore glasses, was a former fan club member, and still remained the only person Hammer hadn’t been able to de-virgin-ate… he had gotten close those. He still wondered what happened to William; the kid had a sweet little ass and legs that went on for miles.
The End Marriage blog entry was one such blog entry that Hammer could actually agree with. He clicked that video open next. Dr. Horrible had sat in front of his computer, clad in a huge fluffy bathrobe and dark maroon pajamas instead of his lab coat, although his familiar goggles were perched on his head. He held a mug of steaming tea in one hand, which he sipped from wanly, and there were bright feverish spots across his cheeks and nose. Instead of his pale peachy color he was more chalk white with dark circles under his eyes and lips were severely chapped. “Mur,” he said weakly, “What a week to get the flu. I could have stolen that shipment of alkahest and I need that to clean out my perpetual battery or it stops being perpetual and just becomes a battery… very s-scientific stuff here. I mean aqua regia is okay and all, but… hwachoo… that’s just the problem, it’s just okay. Which is my problem too.” He blew his nose, sipped his tea, and readjusted his goggles. “You don’t get into the Evil League of Evil by simply being okay. You have to be okay awesome and that’s out of my class at the moment.”
He sneezed again. “Okay, since I’m not out and about robbing and making lasers, I have decided to express my distain for the government.”
“Oh, you horrible anarchist, you,” Hammer muttered as he had when he first watched the video.
There was oddly a pause when Hammer said that. “And here’s where you naysayers will say ‘Oh, you horrible anarchist, you,” Dr. Horrible said, “See, I predicted that and left you a gap in which to say it. Because I am a magician and can read your mind. So my moist buddy Moist and I were just chilling with Bait and Switch and none of us were happy over the whole Proposition 8 thing. And then I said…” Horrible paused and took a sip of tea. “Well I don’t believe in marriage anyway, but seriously I think that the government and the church have way too much say in what makes up a family. I mean seriously, it brings morality into the sex act. If it feels good… do it, you don’t have to have a ring around a finger to enjoy the act just like you don’t have to buy a restaurant to enjoy fried chicken. Also… if you want to be a family… boom, you’re a family… you shouldn’t have to justify that to anybody but to yourselves.
“Next up, the ring… when you buy that diamond ring, first off you all are supporting the DeBeers diamond cartel. Second, girls, you are way too rock crazy, you make the whole penis size debate seem like nothing. You say you don’t want big and flashy, but in the end… um, yeah you do. You basically are stomping on his testicles every time to play the ‘it’s not big enough’ card and frankly that’s a bit sickening to any man. No marriage equals no shiny rocks for the diamond cartel to sell and for you to constantly obsess over. I’m sorry, but a man’s hurt feelings aren’t worth it.
“Also… then comes the Wedding. The wedding is overly expensive and you shell out most of your money for a one-day party to invite relatives that you’ve never heard of and that you’re expected to know. And your reward is a toaster or something like that. I never saw the sense of that myself and believe me… I’ve seen enough weddings, my mother remarried three times after she divorced my father and she kept making me go to them even though she didn’t have custody rights. Guilt trip mostly. She had four toasters as that house the last time I checked. Believe me, I’m doing myself a favor if I do away with marriage… I-I-I-I don’t want to see toaster number five…
“Also it’s a day of things that are only used for one day. Wedding gowns… used for only one day. Bridesmaid dressed… same thing, only they are ugly as sin. I think it’s because Bridezilla doesn’t want anyone to look any better than she does, so her best friends have to look better than everyone else.”
Dr. Horrible paused in midrant to sip his tea again as if mulling over his next sentences. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sneezed lightly before coughing heavily. For a second, he looked like that curly haired bit… but that curly haired bit had stuck out ears, so there was no way Dr. Horrible could be William even if they both had blond hair and blue eyes. For one thing, William was good and Dr. Horrible was evil. Huge difference. “Anyway… once I take over the world… marriage will be gone. If you guys are going to us it as a way of controlling others than you don’t deserve it. I know that’s an odd thing to hear from a man taking over the world, but hey… Horribleness is what the Doctor prescribed. Out.”
Hammer nodded and clicked to the latest blog post from Sunday. The camera turned on and Dr. Horrible peered into it, head slightly tilted to the right. He pulled away and reached for a bit of paper stuck in his breast coat pocket. There was a bit of a prideful look to his face. “Back in ’97… which as all of you know, was the year I went evil, Apple Computers did an ad campaign and I kinda hold it as my motto as those of you have been following my blog know. I read it back on the radio show for those of you who kept taped copies, please destroy them because really…” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, “I really hated the sound of my voice back then and well this is for the best.” The doctor cleared his throat as he carefully unfolded the paper. “This is for all of you who have ever been bullied or had your ideals or genius stepped on along with your hands and hearts. Ah-em.
‘Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in a square hole, the ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them, because they change things. They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who’ll do it.’” He paused and put the paper down with a little sound that sounded rather on the sniffle side. “And it’s a lot better than that blessed are the peacemakers crap Johnny Snow keeps tossing about. Also, I wasn’t crying… the audio isn’t too good.” Now his voice was a lot stronger. “I just thought we needed a good pre-post to the victory post which will be posted at seven am one week from now. I can predict nothing but success for my campaign. It will be beyond anything you ever will see.”
Captain Hammer clicked pause and leaned back in his chair. That was enough for now to get a glimpse of the horrible man. Besides… there was still plenty of time to cruise the streets for a piece of pussy or ass. Long-time girlfriend didn’t mean he should deny himself pleasure. Hammer hummed to himself and turned the computer off. Dr. Horrible would never know what would hit him. Maybe he would, since it would be the fists of justice.