Goodnight, my love, I say

[sympathyforblue]

Who: Megamind (sympathyforblue ) and Roxanne (neveryourdamsel )
What: Roxanne has something very important to tell her lover.
When: A few months into their nightly liasons.
Where: City Hall
Warnings: References to mental trauma, torture and abortion (and possibly unusual methods thereof).

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[neveryourdamsel]

She had an inkling.

Oh, not at first - she was too malnourished, too thin, too unhealthy for it to really have ever crossed her mind. She hadn't had a cycle in months and therefore if she had skipped - a telltale sign - she would not have noticed.

It was only when she began throwing up in the morning that she suspected something. And when her breasts started to grow sore and she gained weight bit by bit in her belly...

That's when she knew. She had to tell him.

This was bad - the rebels thought she was being held prisoner against her will and efforts were continually made to free her, and the environment for this...it wasn't right. He needed to know. Now. She found herself moving through the halls, searching for him with a growing sense of panic.

"Megamind? Where are you?"

[sympathyforblue]

"In here!" he called as soon as he heard her voice, the trace of panic he heard setting his own heart beating faster. Were her rebels here, mounting a rescue attempt? Was there some sort of danger he needed to remove her from?

Megamind stood quickly, scrambling out of the armchair he had been briefly curled up in and going to the door, worry plain on his face. If something had happened, if anyone had dared to do something that would make her panic like this...

Well. He had wanted an excuse to punish her rebels for a long time.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

[neveryourdamsel]

There he was. She met him at the door, reaching to clasp his hands in hers. She didn't dare throw her arms around him - she didn't want to set off any crazy buttons today - but his hands, generally, were safe for her.

"...We need to talk."

[sympathyforblue]

Megamind allowed her to take his hands and squeezed hers, trying to calm himself before he gets to the point of irrationality. It was easier with Roxanne here before him, tangible and real and something to hold onto, remind himself he has a reason to cling to reality.

He eyed her warily at her statement, having no idea what she might be talking about - except, perhaps, that she wanted to leave. Immediately, his mind was flooded with ways to keep her restrained.

"What of?" he asked, watching her carefully for any sign that she was ready to bolt.