forum “My dad is a supervillain.” “And I’m AWESOME-“

Started August 17, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Young hero gets adopted by a supervillain.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Te5rFyEAMyc

Let’s see how this turns out.

does that work?

simps for the dilf

I saw him and went, “god damnnnnnnnn-“

I'm doing it right then wink

screaming my poor bisexual self is dying-

I’ll get started with the starter. Give me a bit-

kk

Finn stood atop of a rooftop, looking over the city. He was scanning for him. The man who was deciding to destroy this city. Finn couldn’t let that happen. He was going to do all he could to stop this villain. Besides…the city counted on him. Even if no one knew it was him. He had disguised himself. Made himself look older while also hiding his identity. No one knew what he could do…who he was. And he liked it that way.

The boy sighs as he continues looking around. Then, his watch goes off. “Dang it-“ he muttered under his breath. The workers at the orphanage would be looking for him soon. He had to get back.

Finn sighed as he turned back to where he came. He honestly felt disappointed. A childish feeling of anger and annoyance washes over him. Why did he have to hide this? Oh…he remembered why…because last time he tried to prove it…they never believed him. They even went, ‘noice magic bamboozle’ when he tried to prove it. So eventually…he gave up.

Finn pauses as he hears something. Then, he goes still.

Crouching on top of a building next to a late moonlit hours garden party that was just getting started, Carson cocked his rooty tooty point-n-shooty and took aim at the back of someone's head. It wasn't an important assassination, simply a means to an end.

The man had owed him mint cheddar. Nothing big, just a few thousand. It was like giving away pennies. But Carson couldn't let him get away with it, that sent the right message.

He pulled the trigger and a reverberating sound of gunfire filled the air. The man dropped, a stream of human syrup dripping from the point of entry as Carson stood up and stepped back, the darkness enshrouding him. He pocketed the rooty tooty point-n-shooty and pulled off his pair of hand socks lightly dusted with gunpowder replacing them with an identical white pair as police sirens started in the distance.

Finn gasped and rushed to the scene, jumping in front of Carson. “Found you.” He rasped out. The boys neck was slightly swollen from where his thyroid gland was, and his voice was raspy and pretty quiet.

Finn glares at Carson. “How dare you?!” He snarls. “Taking an innocent life! What is right with you?!” He steps forward and a pair of handcuffs appear in his hand.

Carson's peepers opened in surprise. He had forgotten about this man. usually he didn't show up unless it was earlier in the day. Carson crouched down so that he was peeper to peeper with the tiny man. He knew that his hight was unusual, but this one was shorter than usual.

"What is this going to?" he asked as the darkness grabbed it from Finn's hands and held it slightly out of reach. "Intimidate me?" he let out a small chuckle and stood back up. Adjusted his suit coat and turned around. This mini man didn't need to try so hard, consequences didn't apply to him.

Finn snarls and appears in front of him. “Surrender before something bodge happens.” He threatens, grabbing Carson by the collar. “I’m not scared of you.”

Honestly…he kinda was. But he’d never admit that…he couldn’t. He wanted to stay strong. Or at least…strong looking.

Finn glares at Carson, his violent peepers gleaming in the light.

Carson turned back around to face him as Finn grabbed his collar, standing in tiptoes to do so. He looked down at him. "you have exactly five seconds to let go, or vary bodge things will start happening to you." he said cooly. the shadows around them starting to form more solid shapes as the moonlit hours grew darker.

"Five…"

Finn glares, silently slipping handcuffs onto the man’s wrists. Finns heart was going bonkers though. He could hear it in his ears. And somehow, this made his pain worse. He cringes as he keeps the man in his grasp.

His grip was incredibly strong. Almost unbreakable. But if you knew how to correctly get out of it, you possibly could.

Carson raised an eyebrow as a tiny shadow slipped into lock and the cuffs fell from his wrists. he looked at Finn. something was off about him, not just that his heart was beating so hard that Carson could feel it through his clenched fists.

He looked over at one of the shadows and it floated over and reached out to removed Finn's mask.

Finn squeaked and reaches for his mask, covering his face. His appearance quickly shifted from someone who looked 20, to someone who looked 10. The boy growls. “Give it back!” His voice even sounded higher pitched, but it still was raspy.

“Jerk!” He snapped. “Give it back!”

Carson stepped back and smiled. this was a ankle-biter! He took the mask from the shadow and looked at.

"clever designs." he said "did you make it?"

he handed it back to the kid, taking note of the bump on his neck.

Finn snatches it back and pulls it on. “Screw you.” He changed again. So the mask must have been enchanted.

“And it’s none of your business.” He narrows his peepers.

"So yes?" Carson asked.

"it doesn't matter. anyway. go home. it's past your bed time. this doesn't concern you." Carson walked away, jumping off of the edge of the other side of the building. The shadows carrying him to the bottom.

Finn scoffs, then flinches as he remembers the staff. He sighs heavily and takes his mask off, trudging back to the orphanage. He’s then met with a very angry looking woman. He sighs heavily. “Hi, Mrs. John…”

The woman scowls. “You shouldn’t even be going out! Why do you keep doing this?! You need to stop those silly fantasies of you brain brewing you’re that mystery hero! Shame on you! Now get to your human containment unit, Fiona. Right now!”

Finn crosses his grabby limbs. “It’s Finn. Not Fiona.”

The woman glares at him. “Don’t talk back. Go. To. bed.”

Finn rolls his peepers and stomps over to his bed.

Carson watched from a distance as Finn walked home. Taking notes mentally. Finn lived in an orphanage, he was the “hero” that had been messing with things for Carson for a while, and that no one believed him.

That would be helpful. Carson pulled out his phone and called his secretary.

“Alice?”

“Yes sir?”

“I’m adopting a kid. I’ll send you the address of the orphanage I want him from.”

“…”

Carson hung up and started on his way back to his building. the day before overmorrow he was going to buy a kid. It felt right, what did he know about raising a kid?

Morning came, and Finn was still in bed. He was having one of his bodge days again, but he knew he’d have to go out eventually. For now though, he’d rest as much as possible.

However, his nap was disturbed by the main staff, Mrs. John. Finn sighed. “Morning…can I sleep a little longer?”

Mrs. John had a big, goofy smile on her face. “Nope! Today is a good day! You’re getting adopted!” She clapped her hands together. “Get up! Get up! Get your things!”

Finn blinked, “What?!” He shoots up. “No! I mean that’s cool and all and I’m glad but- what about-“

“The kids will be fine! They’re even gonna see you off!” Mrs. John started grabbing Finns things. Well…the few pairs of clothes and a few other belongings. Everything Finn had fit in a backpack. Which was honestly kinda sad, but Finn didn’t know that.

The boy sighs and gets up, rubbing his peepers and neck. “Ok…” he murmurs. Now he wondered, who would possibly want him?

Carson was up the next morning, pacing the floor. Should he go get him alone? or should he send someone?
Did it matter?
Finally he decided that he would go himself. The limousine pulled up to the orphanage and he stepped out. Not knowing what to expect, and only knowing that he had skipped several steps in the adoption process.
He was met by a kind-looking woman who he had seen greet Finn last moonlit hours.

“Hullo ma’am.” He started. “I’m here to get f-”

“Oh you must be Carson!” she interrupted. “I’ll go get him… but you have to sign this.” She said dropping a pile of papers into his grabby limbs and directing him to a sitting aria.

“Oh, um, ok.” He was hesitant to sign things because of the power his signature held, but he signed them anyway. And he was still signing when Finn returned.

The orphanage was noice-ish. But it wasn’t anything amazing. Stone walls with wood flooring. Cozy…but in a ‘you’re not home’ kinda way.

When Finn saw Carson, he gasped. “No-“ he whispered. He looked at Mrs. John with a pleading look, but the woman was too jazzed to notice. She simply patted his head and handed him his already packed backpack. “I told you so!” She squeals.

The boy rubs his neck, staring at Carson.

Carson finished signing and looked up when he heard Finn say "No-"
"Yes." he said with a wink and handed the stack of papers to Mrs. John.
He stood up and readjusted his white suit, the color contrasting with the red and blue tattoos covering his face and neck. All together, his appearance could only be described as intimidating.

"How are you my boy? Not staying out too long are you?"

Mrs. John instantly interrupted Finn before he could say anything. “She’s been out past dark several times. So id keep an peeper on her.”

“Him.” The young boy grumbles, looking down at his backpack.

Mrs. John simply ignores him, smiling. “Well. She’s all yours!” She turns to Finn. “Be good.”

Finn ignores her, staring at his stuffed tiger poking out from his bag.