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When you think about superheroes and villains, you think about fame, failure, good versus evil, flashy latex, super powers and whatever else has been flashing on most channels when flipping through channels. Smaller heroes and villains, who did this because they had to, didn't come to mind.

Superpowers were treated like any other talent. There was an obligation to use them: A duty to the public, to the city, to yourself. And there was no escape from that if you possessed anything that the common human didn’t.
That being said, of course there were people who went out of their way to become heroes or villains without the help of superpowers. But of course without money, and the education or physical prowess behind it, that would remain a dream.

Then there were people like Lee who did what they had to do in order to get bread on the table and a roof over their head. Of course there were lots of them, less heroes as it was only profitable the more famous you got). With villainy it was easier to get money and comfort if your morals were more flexible and you decided to risk getting tangled up with people way above what you're capable or willing to do.

That's why Lee did things the way he did. He teamed up with No one. He never robbed or stole from anything that would give him too much attention, and he would absolutely refrain from using his powers unless absolutely necessary.
Having certain powers was like a birthmark at some point. It was a giveaway of who you were, and having it traced back to you was less than ideal with an occupation like his. So petty crimes and stealing from those whom already had too much been the way he was able to afford staying where he was.


A large soup mug sat in his lap as he flipped through the channels, stopping on one news channel showing something a little too familiar.
A millionaire's home had been broken into, and a few expensive but replaceable items have been stolen.


"There was no visible break in, the culprit stole multiple expensive Japanese vases each worth a couple thousand dollars and another couple thousand dollars from McHydal's safe. No jewelry, technology, or blue prints were taken, however." The reporter with the bright pink tie said, her expression blank and automatic.

"The culprit wasn't an ambitious one. There was jewelry worth twice as much as what they stole all together that was left untouched. There is also no evidence that they had any sort of abilities to aid in their break-in. The only documented criminal who could do something in this style has been in prison for the last 7 years."


Lee slumped into the couch, curling his hands around the soup mug, and looked down at his food instead, deciding that instead of worrying about them tracking him down-they couldn't, he made sure-he was going to devour the last few bites of his cereal and get dressed.
His roommate was out for the morning, so he didn't feel the need to leave the living room in a hurry. He still had a few pieces left to sell and he personally wanted to get them off his hands as soon as possible yet without painting a target sign on his back. Having illegally obtained items in his garage was not something that let him sleep easy. He was going to wait a few months until this died down and then sell them.

Ten minute shower and a change of clothes later, he was heading out.


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Since he was a kid Ezra had always idolized the superheroes he saw on tv, on the front page of the morning paper, that everyone talked about at school. There were the big capes, the ones everyone knew about, knew all their power sets, their skills, heck, even their stats! Of course there were the lesser known ones as well, but unless they did something spectacular to get them in the headlines, no one paid them much mind. And as a kid, Ezra had always daydreamed about being one of those heroes. Saving the day, being the saviour of the city, everyone knowing his name. He would spend his time at recess or after school playing with his friends and acting out these fantasies. Some took the role of the villains, others, the heroes that stopped crime in its tracks.

His parents were never too supportive of this, always telling him he should be doing something productive with his time, like studying. Big shots themselves in the business and law firm worlds, Ezra’s parents both believed their boy was destined for greatness, just not with a cape. His father would love to have him go to the same law school he did and work at the firm with him. His mother was a business tycoon always on the hunt for bigger and brighter opportunities, and never missed the chance to try and edge her son towards that. But Ezra was a dreamer. He didn’t want to be stuck behind a desk, or arguing numbers with some old guys in pressed suits. He had other dreams that didn’t quite line up with what his family dreamed.

And one day that dream wasn’t just a dream anymore.

He had powers. He had freaking powers! They manifested when he was a teenager (what a way to hit puberty), and his parents were far from thrilled. He had to keep them under wraps, pretend to be a normal guy, hold himself back in sports, and not let anyone catch on that he was one of those individuals. College came and went, Ezra bounced between majors with nothing really catching his eye. Then one day, a day he remembers well and loves to retell when anyone asks, he saved someone and his career as a hero officially began.

He was the hotshot, the new blood, and he was making a name for himself.

~~~

“Mr. Bentam! Who do you think is behind the recent break ins at the McHydal estate?”

“Surely you’ll be there to stop the crook if he tries this again.”

“Do you think this is someone you’ve dealt with before?”

“Mr. Bentam!”

Ezra’s ears were ringing as he pushed his way through the crowd of reporters who had gathered around the building almost as soon as the report had been made. He had inherited the law firm when his father had passed, and despite having no background in the field, Ezra still made sure things were running more or less in the right direction. Most days that was all fine and good, until things like this happened and his worlds collided a little more forcefully than he would have liked.

He managed to get to the car before any of them could get between him and the door, the chauffeur waiting to leave the moment the door was closed and the guard gave him the go ahead. Ezra didn’t need the guards, he was quite capable of looking after himself, but it was part of the package of the rich and famous and who was he to argue with that?

“I swear they get crazier every time.” Ezra said, watching the reporters still flocked around the building through the tinted windows.

“Fame always comes with a price, sir.” Monty, his chauffeur answered, glancing into the rearview mirror as he pulled into the traffic already congesting the streets.

“You’re telling me.” Ezra muttered, loosening his tie as he leaned back in the seat.

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He was more or less an amateur when it came to things like identifying whether or not something was valuable, and how valuable. For him, the fact that the McHydal family ending up on the news about their break-in and the reporter on that case being absolutely unenthusiastic about the case showed that the items he took weren't too valuable. This would blow over in a month.

Climbing into the bus, he sat down in the back, pushed in the earbuds.
Ten minutes later he was standing in front of a small convenience shop, or rather what looked to be like one.
When you steal and sell expensive vases and pieces like that, you need to have someone who would examine and price the items you have, no questions of origin asked.

And Auntie Mint was that lady for him.
She was an elder lady with a fake wooden leg, and a small angry dog that did nothing but scare away customers and bark its ass off to anyone and everyone until they bought something. It was like a really annoying alarm, except a lot more effective. Lee should have been more or less used to it but it still made him anxious as hell ever time he entered the pawn shop.

Auntie Mint was sitting behind the counter, the small Pomeranian sitting on a big velvet pillow, and eating Chinese take out. She looked up from her phone from the nail tutorial she liked to play on blast no matter if customers were present or not.
"Bathroom is for customers only" She said not looking up from her phone.

"Uh, right." Lee cleared his throat and went throughout the aisles and picked out a box of fruit tea, some weird snacks that had Cyrillic on the front and toothpaste?
Okay that'll do.
Placing the merchandise on the counter, Lee cleared his throat and waited until she finally paused the video.

"I got some **** you might wanna have a look at." Lee said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I just want you to have a look at them."

Auntie Mint nodded, prodded her large red glasses up her nose and handed him the paper bag with his items.
She hopped off the stool and moved to the backdoor; Lee followed, ducking so his forehead wouldn't hit the frame of the door.
He handed her his phone, and crossed his arms, gently tapping his finger against his forearm.

She grunted in annoyance. He knew Auntie Mint only liked to handle what people brought in physically, but he was a smaller customer and with less resources so carrying around expensive jewelry and vases and other stuff rich people bought would put him in unsafe conditions, but thankfully Auntie understood that, and did price items at an approximation by pictures as well. It had the risk of her not buying some items because the merchandise wasn't up to par upon physical inspection, but it was better than nothing.

"Good work, they seem sellable.. uh, but.."
Lee's swallowed. "Buts" were usually not a good sign with Auntie Mint.
"This ring over here, I wanna take a closer inspection if you don't mind." He frowned but nodded, took his bought items, and left.




What Lee didn't realize was that the ring he had stolen was a lot more priceless than originally thought.
The ring was a family heirloom, one that the McHydal family kept safe with their very lives. It was something of a symbol of their power and status in the underground world and specifically their founding fathers of a secret society.
Of course a long time family of billionaires would get enveloped in something like this. Money and good luck was attributed to their rituals that their society for the rich elite members of society did monthly. And without that ring, they were in danger of having their luck plummet.

Johnathan McHydal gulped down the aged whiskey and placed down the shot glass, looking up towards the doors. He had a meeting with villains and superheros alike, and twisted the story the way that would make them most likely get what was needed. Money and special permission to villains, and fame and a fake sob story to the superheroes.
This time he was meeting with someone he didn't know but it was better to cover all of his bases before sitting down, getting drunk and waiting until the precious ring was brought back.


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Ezra had only closed his eyes for a few seconds, or so he had thought. At some point he must have dozed off, something that wasn’t all that uncommon for him. Evildoers and bad guys didn’t exactly schedule their schemes at his convenience or work only during a set number of hours. No, Ezra had to be ready to go at any time, be it in the middle of a big corporate meeting, or in the middle of the night.

Sometimes he was lucky and the call came when he wasn’t in the middle of something, letting him change into the suit and go save the day without a hitch. Other times the man was had spent the better part of the night enjoying a party, maybe had one or two too many drinks, and on occasion had a pretty lady on one arm when he was forced to play the role of hero again. It was moments like this where the billionaire wished he had never gotten the damn powers, but then he realized how much more boring his life would have been and it all doesn’t seem too bad anymore.

Waking with a start, Ezra leaned forward to look out the front window.

“What’s going on?” He asked, noticing a lineup of cars blocking practically the entire street.

“I believe an accident.” Monty answered, almost bored as his fingers drummed on the steering wheel.

“Natural or villain?” Ezra asked, not really wanting to know the answer as his phone went off. Pulling the device from his pocket, he didn’t recognize the number, choosing to let it go to voicemail rather than answer it and end up either a) on the line with some agent whom he would need to redirect to someone else in the firm, b) with some chick he had hooked up with at some point, or c) some creepy voice manipulated psycho causing chaos in the downtown and calling to mock him. All three options seemed equally unappealing.

Tossing the phone onto the seat next to him as the call went through to voicemail, Ezra glanced out the window. It wasn’t the ritzy part of the city he was used to. Instead the streets were lined with small convenience stores and other seedy looking places, greasy pizzerias, dirty sidewalks, and probably a million other problems just below the surface of it all. He hoped the traffic would clear soon so they could get out of here. Despite the windows being bulletproof, there was no telling what might happen in a world where superheroes and villains were a reality.

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The few honks and car alarms pulled him out of his head. Looking over his shoulder Lee could see a few large humanoid figures shoving past civilians and ran into traffic. Seconds later, another figure jumped straight down behind them, landing heavily onto a taxi, barely missing the driver inside. The crack was deafening, and his senses went crazy, telling him to run the hell away from the creature, or rather the taxi that was currently was shoved out of the 2nd humanoid's way and right into the crowd, one where he was in front of.

His senses screamed for him to move, and the moment his muscles tensed, ready to jump back and out of the way, a shadow settled over him. His body froze knowing that if he did anything that was even slightly out of the ordinary he'd be put on some ****ing watchlist he really wasn't ready to be a part of. He finally placed some attention over the person standing between him and the car. The person was visibly human, and for a second he thought it was someone strangely enough was stupid, or suicidal enough to move between a stranger and a thrown car.

But he was in the world where superheroes were the norm. Lee's grip on the messenger bag strap over his shoulder tightened.
He needed to remember that most people didn't have powers. And he needed to act accordingly.

Lee's eyes widened and he stepped back, more or less taking the role of a civilian.


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