BLAM!!!

That was the sound of Intelegant setting off an explosion.

“Listen up,” she broadcasts. “You all know me, Intelegant, the best supervillain ever. Today, I’m in a little trouble. You see, I’m running low on money so if you all would be so kind, I’d like five thousand dollars. If you give that to me, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Intelegant is sitting on the edge of a popular coffee shop with a mic in her hand and a small gun.

A crowd has already gathered to watch her.

“We all know you’re bluffing,” one of the civilians calls out, a teen on a date.

The rest of the crowd backs away from the person in question; it’s an automatic response, even though Intelegant would never do anything to harm him.

“What! Me? Never!” she scoffs at him. “But say something like that again and I’ll have to show you.”

“You’re all talk,” the date calls. “You don’t even steal anything!”

She hops off the building. Most would break their legs doing this but there are a lot of adaptations to her costumes and one of these are the powerful fans on the bottoms of her feet. She added them after she almost died last month, during her last exploit as Intelegant.

She walks through the crowd. “What was that?”

“You’re a fake. If I wanted to, I could take you down myself,” the second teen declares.

“Try it.” She leans forward with her hands up and to the side in a pose that’s saying ‘please hit me’.

He pauses, but eventually swallows his fear and walks forward. Hesitantly, looking around, he winds up to punch her in the shoulder. At the last second, she dodges the punch, sucker punches him, and brings her face to his ear so she can whisper, “I may try to be nice, but I am still a super villain and I can easily kill anyone I wanted to, including you,” without anyone else hearing.

She backs up and lets the teen fall to the ground.

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He clutches his stomach and groans.

“Anyone else think I’m all talk?” she asks with a smile.

No one dares to say anything.

“Good,” she says as she walks back over to the building. “Now, where is Naturalist? He’s usually here by now.”

She hops back onto the building, using the fans in her shows to help her.

Police run to the scene. The police hold their guns at the ready, though they won’t shoot. They think Intelegant is immune to bullets.

“Get out of here,” one of them demands.

“No way,” Intelegant says. “I haven’t been able to come out here for a whole month and I’ve been looking forward to super banter, so unless you feel witty enough, I’m waiting till Naturalist gets here.” She sits on the edge of the building with crossed arms.

“This is your last warning,” a female officer says. “Leave now, give up, or we will shoot.”

“Like that’ll do anything. I’m a supervillain.” She rolls her eyes.

“A shot to the neck will still kill you,” the officer says.

“Maybe, but it’ll also get a lot of people angry with you. I am quite famous after all.” She mimes flipping her hair. “Plus it’ll be a tough shot. You may be a cop, but I don’t think you can make it.”

BANG!

The bullet hits Intelegant in the chest.

She doesn’t react other than to say, “Now that wasn’t very nice.”

A senior officer turns to the one that just shot Intelegant and hisses, “No shooting, Newbie!” The officer isn’t really a fan of Intelegant, but has met her before.

“Newbie?” Intelegant scoffs, “No wonder you’re so full of yourself. Let me guess, you joined the police force to ‘change the world’ and you know you’ll be able to do it just because you’re you.”

The villain hit the nail on the head but the officer isn’t planning to let her know that. “I’m doing good, unlike you.”

“I’m good, too. Good at beating all of you!”

The newbie shoots at her again. This time it hits the building.

“Stop,” the older guy barks again, worried that the younger officer will get in trouble for this.

“Trigger happy, aren’t you?”

“At least I’m dealing with you, unlike all these cowards.” She glares at the officers around her.

“Stop or you’ll get suspended,” a third officer says.

“Ooh, I like you. Nice and spunky,” Intelegant says as she smiles at the one who just shot at her. “What’s your name?”

“Bailey Smeen.”

“Well, Mx. Smeen, I hope to meet you in the future.” She gets up from where she was sitting on the building's edge. “I gotta go meet someone now so, toodles.” She waves before stepping out of view.

“Get back here.” Bailey tries to run after her but quickly loses track of the supervillain.

Intelegant runs quickly because she’s got an interview at Breaking Times she has to be at in under an hour.