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Alex sipped the expensive champagne, scowling at the thin crust of something crystal that sat on the edge of the glass. Really, spiking the drink? Shouldn’t at least one of the different tiered heroes realise that poison wouldn’t work on an S tier villain? Jesus Christ. They turned to Morgan with eyes still on the crust.
“Do we have to stay here the whole night? Cause they’ve poisoned my drink and I’d rather be home watching some love island or plan our next heist right now,” Alex complained and glanced up at their companion Morgan. Oh how handsome he looked in the borrowed (read: stolen) suit. Charcoal grey really fit the D tier villain, in Alex’s opinion, he looked so classy and similar to their own style.
“Oh, come on! They hate having you here and it brings me so much joy to see their faces!” Morgan pleaded half-heartedly, looking mischievous. They both turned as a wooosh sound echoed through the room and a big shield smacked into Alex. They didn’t move, but A for effort?
“I would say ouch, but we both know it didn’t hurt me,” Alex blinked down at the shield, which was laying on the floor with not more of a new moon shape than a full moon. “As for the shield, I’m not sorry for the dent, however, I did make a new and improved one as a wedding gift, so uh… maybe that was for the best.”
With one finger gun as a goodbye, Alex grabbed Morgan’s hand and turned to the exit they had located earlier. Morgan followed without any resistance, probably in a bit of shock.
“You… got them a gift? I didn’t even do that,” he said, looking incredibly confused. Alex paused when they got out to the reception area.
“Yea, I figured if you’ve told them I’m your partner I should at least bring a gift? Is that not how it’s done?” Alex asked, making Morgan’s expression go from confused to incredulous.
“You thought I told them what?!” Morgan's response was breathy and it sounded like he didn’t get it. More explaining it is.
“Yes! I mean what else would you have said, that I was your gardener? They know who I am, why wouldn’t you tell them we’re partners in crime?” Alex shook his head. “You’re not… embarrassed over me, are you? I could’ve like, shapeshifted into a random civilian if you wanted me to or-”
Morgan held up a hand, looking incredibly relieved. “you meant- oh okay- I uh- Yes! Yes I definitely told them you are my partner in crime.. definitely did do that,” he said nervously, a high pitched chuckle escaping too.