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Guy Hamdon ardently fought the urge to curse his skirt, and resisted the urge to shiver in the cool night air as he stood off to the side away from where the cops were getting statements and clearing debris, and the medics were helping civilians.
Mega Monkey wasn’t an uncommon rogue for her to fight, but compared to other villains his high intellect meant that his plans came together more often than not. And while he packed less of a wallop than someone like Mocktopus, somehow Guy had ended up with his hair ruined regardless.
The offending mop of hair in question was tangled in a mess of black and pink, completely unrecognizable from his usual perfectly styled coif. And he was really feeling the negative effects, as his legs felt as stable as jelly and his mind felt like he was grasping to hold on to anything that would keep him tethered to the present. One of the worst things about his superhero gig was his kryptonite in question. Anytime his hair was a mess he could feel the exhaustion in seeping his bones. He doubted he could beat Kelly in one of their sibling scraps, let alone defeating one of his usual rogues. He was just thankful that the fight had been over by the time his hairdo got turned into a hairdon’t.
And because it was just his luck, he was out of shellac. So there wasn’t much he could do besides wait for Maz to show up. Guy was really regretting his decision to have them split up, with Maz taking the shehicle to steer Mega Monkey away from the more populated area of the city so that Guy could corner him with less worry of any nearby civilians.
Guys eyelashes fluttered as he rapidly blinked trying to stay alert and stave off the growing lightheadedness that threatened to overtake him, and went to fiddle with a loose strand of his hair- an unknown habit of his whenever he got stressed and was in costume.
He just hoped Maz showed up soon. His heels were really killing his feet tonight.
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Boxter Hamdon has been an officer of the law from the moment he graduated the academy right after he’d finished high school. Over a decade of service in the city of Megadale, and he’s proud of it. He’s seen a lot in his days on the force, especially with the rise of villains appearing in the city, to the point where there wasn’t much that surprised him anymore.
Though if you’d told him a handful of years ago that he’d end up being a mentor to a superhero, he’d have laughed in your face and probably pulled out a breathalyzer to test if you were sober.
He’d never liked Shezow, and he was well known for his opinion on her. Ever since he’d known of the hero, she’d been an egotistical bimbo, always at the scene of the crime when paparazzi showed up, and never there when it came time to pay for the ample ammunition of property damage left in her wake.
And nobody needed to wear that much pink.
And yet, here he was, with the heroine heavily leaning against his side after finishing up a battle with Mega Monkey. The villain had managed to escaped the being capture, but Shezow had succeeded in saving the civilians in the area. Though it seemed she’d taken a few heavy hits, given how she could barely stay stood on her feet, her hair a complete mess as she wandered away from where paramedics were arriving to the scene.
Boxter had watched as she limped away, and felt just the slightest tinge of sympathy. She had actually saved the day, with minimal property damage this time, and she’d obviously gotten hurt in the process. Internally Boxter couldn’t help but argue with himself as he had approached her, that he was just doing his job as an officer to make sure citizens of his city were alright.
“You uh.. okay?”. He had asked feeling rather uncomfortably awkward.
She’d startled from where she’d been standing in a daze, twirling a strand of jet black hair around her finger. “Hm?”. Her tense shoulders seemed to relax slightly at the sight of him. “M’ alright, that fight just took a lot out of me”. She lazily scanned the streets around them, groaning impatiently as whatever she was looking for didn’t seem to appear.
“Aren’t you supposed to be invulnerable or something?”. Boxter just can’t help but ask. Seeing the hero injured was quite the rarity.
She sent him a tired looking glare. “I am. Usually”. She answered rather cryptically, mumbling the last part of her sentence.
The sound of roaring tires echoed from a few streets away and she perked up, moving to take a step forward and nearly tripping over her heels as she did so. Boxter caught her on instinct before she could hit the pavement, and the officer heaved a sigh. “C’mon. Lift your arm”. He ordered, and the hero seemed to follow his command without really realizing she was doing it.
He adjusted their stance so he was the one holding majority of the weight, and together they moved away from the commotion of the scene, until they were several feet from the main area of chaos. Leaning against the trunk of his cop car together, he couldn’t help but scan her for any sort of injuries. Officers instincts, he’d written it off as.
She was a bit roughed up around the edges, a few rips in her cape, snags in her cheetah print pattered tights, and her typically sparkling white gogo boots were scuffed, but besides that the only real sign of a battle at all was her wild hair. He watched as she directed her eyes at nearby road.
Boxter could deduce easily enough that she was probably waiting on that sidekick of hers to show up. From the few things he knew of the superheroine, he certainly knew that she and her sidekick were joined at the hip. It was rare to see one without the other being nearby. That was a very common fact that most denizens of Megadale knew by this point. Where Shezow went, her loyal sidekick followed, and Boxter doubted tonight was an exception
“You’re being oddly nice”. She says suddenly, shifting her stance to be leaning more against the car than him.
“Excuse me?”.
She lazily jostled her shoulders in an imitation of a shrug, wincing immediately after. “Just saying. It’s kinda freaky”.
“Wha- I’m just being a responsible officer! Don’t look to deep into it. You’re technically a citizen of this city. My duty is to help citizens of Megadale, you happen to be included in that”. He grumbled. “Still doesn’t mean I approve of your antics”.
“Gee, thanks for the lecture, Dad”. She remarks, sounding less sarcastic than he’d like, the title of dad rolling off her tongue so easily that Boxter almost does a double take.
She’s probably just delirious.
He puts an end the small talk by not responding, not wanting to start up an argument. Better to wait in silence.
And he doesn’t have to wait long.
A few moments later, her garish pink car comes screeching around the corner, undoubtedly leaving skid marks on the road. It hardly even has the chance to come to a complete stop before the door was wildly swung open with haste. Dressed in his typical getup, with the blue Domino mask, matching cape & gloves, and looking extremely worried as he hurried over, Shezow’s sidekick arrives.
“Sorry, I’m late! I rushed over fast as I could! Like going 60 in a 25 rushed!”
Boxter pointedly ignored that very illegal comment, and simply leans down to help hand over to Shezow to her sidekick. “I think this is yours”.
“Oh jeez, you okay dude?”. The sidekick almost completely ignored Boxter as he carefully shifted his arm around his hero’s shoulders. The gangly sidekick is doing a surprisingly good job of holding her up.
“Yeah”. Shezow had enough strength to roll her eyes, Boxter noticed, resisting the urge to do the same. “If by okay you mean feel like I was hit by a truck. I’m in need of some shellac, asap.”
Boxter quickly found himself outside of the conversation, and at a complete loss for what the duo were talking about.
”You’re out? I-“.
“You told me to restock, I know! I forgot. Besides, that’s what your for, hmm?”.
“Mhmm”. Her sidekick proudly nodded. “Good thing I’m a super responsible awesome sidekick then! I’ve got some in the car, c’mon”.
He waits until he sees them duck into the car, before turning away, heading back to the scene of the crime. Technically, he should’ve tried to arrest her. And it had been tempting for a moment, he wouldn’t lie.
But… she did stop the villain and get herself hurt in the process. Boxter wasn’t a complete and total jerk. He could let her go- just this one time.. Next time though, he’s cuffing her on sight.
He still doesn’t like her.