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It had all been Flug’s doing, of course. It always was.
Magnanimous Man had been causing far too many difficulties. Too many villains defeated at his hands in such a short timeframe. Only on the superhero scene for six months and already climbing his way to the top of the pyramid, knocking down one villain at a time.
Then one day one of Black Hat Organization’s clients didn’t renew their subscription. Black Hat was quick to point fingers, once he had finished using those fingers to strangle Flug.
“Lure him over here,” Black Hat had growled. “And I’ll finish him off, once and for all.”
“Y-yes Jefecito,” he had stammered and ran to work.
He found himself now at his computer, researching the Cover Girl for High-Class Heroine, the leading superheroine fashion agency. Her name was Ciel Earhart and despite her perfect name, this is who she was.,
She was twenty-three years old and had been modeling for them a little less than a year now. The Paparazzi had revealed several photos of her and Magnanimous Man holding hands or leaving his apartment, and he had even taken her as his date to some charity dinner he had been invited to a few weeks ago.
She had a website, one designed, he had to admit, almost as well as the Black Hat Organization website he had just updated. Almost.
He got a good sense of her looks after seeing her in the dozens of professional portraits she had on there. She was 5”7 and ¾, according to her bio, nearly as tall as him. Her skin was fair and her eyes were sky blue. Her legs were long and shapely and her golden blonde waves ended just past her shoulders. Yet outside her beauty and her work experience, he couldn’t find a trace of information about her on her website, or on the internet at all for that matter, outside her rumored relationship with Magnanimous Man. Nothing on where she went to school or who she worked for before High-Class Heroine or who her family was or even any high school yearbook pictures. Absolutely nothing.
All he knew was that she was beautiful, had an aviation-themed name, an impressively designed website, and was completely involved with the wrong people. She probably was just another dumb blonde, at the very least nowhere near as smart as him. It was a shame really. She had so much potential, he thought. But she made her bed, now time to lay in it. Even if he thought it would be nice if she instead lay in his.