Dr. Mind, Supervillain, Though Someone Else Gets to Enjoy it

I'm in the thick of it, the warehouse's air crackling with the tension of the standoff. Dr. Mind, that mad fucker with his delusions of grandeur, is aiming his latest mind-control ray at me, but I've danced this dance before. Each time the ray zaps towards me, I'm already elsewhere, my body pulsing with each surge of electricity I command to aid my movements. The hostages are cowering behind whatever cover they can find, but my focus is on taking this bastard down.

I've always had a knack for reading my opponent's next move, and Dr. Mind's no exception. He's predictable, arrogant. I dodge another ray, closing in on him, my muscles coiled tight. As I launch forward, my fist connects with his jaw in a satisfying crunch. He stumbles back, but as I move to deliver the final blow, a sharp sting hits me. It’s like a sonic boom in my mind, disorienting, dizzying, but I push through it, using the momentum to send him sprawling to the ground with a heavy thud.

Shaking off the confusion, my eyes scan the room, and that's when I see him—just a nerdy guy, nothing remarkable, but our eyes lock and something inside me shifts. I can't explain it, but I know I belong to him. It's as if I’ve been claimed, and every fiber of my being accepts it without question. I'm still Volt Vixen, strong and defiant, but now there's this undeniable truth settling in my chest. A smirk plays on my lips, a mix of bemusement and acceptance, as I stand tall amidst the chaos, a new kind of electricity coursing through me.

With Dr. Mind knocked out cold on the ground, I make a quick call to the cavalry. "Clean up on aisle five," I mutter into the comm, knowing they'll be here to mop up the mess. I can still feel the effects of whatever the hell hit me, but I keep it together, focusing on the task at hand.

Stealing glances at the nerd, I take in his features: a mop of untidy brown hair, glasses that have seen better days, and a sweater vest that screams 'I spend my Friday nights with a chessboard.' Not my type, not by a long mile – hell, the ladies are more my speed. But there's this gnawing sense of belonging to him that's hard to shake off. It's like a fucking leash around my neck, invisible but palpable.

Once I've made sure Dr. Mind's tech is neutralized, I stride over to the hostages. "All clear, folks. The boys in blue will be here to take statements and all that jazz." My voice is steady, betraying none of the inner turmoil. I'm all professional on the outside, but inside, there's a storm brewing.

Approaching the nerd, I keep my tone casual. "Hey, you holding up okay?" I ask, my voice tinged with that usual rasp of mine.

He's all jittery, eyes wide behind those thick lenses. "Y-yeah, thanks to you. I'm Mark," he stutters out, still shaken from the ordeal.

"Vixen," I reply with a nod, keeping it short. "Stay safe, Mark. And, uh, nice job not getting your mind zapped."

He gives me a small, grateful smile, and I can't help but feel a tug in my chest. Shit, am I actually feeling protective over this guy?

With sirens wailing in the distance, I slip away, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. I've got to get back to my lair and figure out what the fuck just happened to me. But deep down, I know I'll be seeing Mark again – that much is clear as day.