The following week passed in a blur. Nightshade spent her time in a prison cell, not because she was unable to break out, but because she didn't see the point in doing so. Miss Magic was her rival. Someone she'd gone toe to toe with countless times over the years. And yet, she'd been cast aside like some sort of joke once a real threat showed up.
A part of her still believed it was some sort of elaborate trick. That Miss Magic had set up a trap ahead of time, and her apparent nonchalance was simply a ruse to shake the confidence of the villain. But Nightshade had a harder time believing that after seeing the news. The Void Kraken had shown up, just as her nemesis claimed, and the Righteous Legion was flying out in full force to stop it. Saving the planet and all their usual stuff. While it never showed who exactly was going, Nightshade had a sinking feeling that a certain heroic magician was on the frontlines.
It wasn't until the news reported the return of the Righteous Legion that Nightshade snapped out of her funk. The heroes all returned to earth, looking much worse for the wear, but ultimately victorious. All the cameras were focused on the big heroes as they gave inspirational speeches about hope or whatever. Primal Force was missing an arm, and Sunburst was covered in a purple miasma. But Nightshade didn't care about them. She was pressed up against the bars of her cell, straining to look at the background characters. There were another half dozen heroes in the background, all famous icons from around the world. But none of them were her most hated rival. Miss Magic was nowhere to be seen.
"YES! I knew she had to be lying." Nightshade pumped the air, causing the inmates in the cells around her to jump. "That conniving little twerp wasn't even on the mission. It must've been a bluff, a trick to make me doubt my own skills. But you've failed!" A manic grin was spread across Nightshade's face. For the first time since their encounter, she felt energized and ready to go.
A prison guard began strolling towards her, twirling a baton in her hand. "Hey, quiet down in there. Don't make me move you to solitary." Her words carried little weight though. Nightshade was already planning her next move, and the prison that held her was a mere afterthought. The lockpick in her shoe would ensure her freedom, and her next scheme would guarantee a meeting with Miss Magic.
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A few days later, Nightshade was back on the prowl. Her suit was freshly shined and her toxins were all restocked. She'd even gotten her signature talons sharpened, allowing any hit to become deadly. She was raiding the research and development department of a mysterious billionaire, which strangely enough was filled with deadly weapons and powerful gadgets.
Truthfully stealing bits of technology from here wasn't her main priority. Nightshade had left just enough clues to ensure her rival would know where she was, and it was dangerous enough that getting her hands on something could cause a real problem. Miss Magic would be forced to try and stop her.
Sure enough, just as Nightshade was past the first wave of security, a shower of sparks announced the arrival of a certain Superhero. "Not so fast, Nightshade!" Miss Magic was full of energy and looked to be no worse for the wear since she had left. "You'll never get your claws on whatever secret weapon you're after."
Nightshade took careful stock of her opponent. Everyone else from the Righteous Legion was recovering in some way, with visible scars from their epic battle. Even the strongest heroes on the planet had failed to return unscathed. And yet here was Miss Magic, chipper as ever, no sign of a harrowing battle on her.
"I'm afraid I've already got what I wanted, dearest. As fun as the toys in here are, I'd much rather play with you." Nightshade circled around the hero like a cat stalking its prey. "After all, you were so very rude in our last visit. Evidently you need a proper lesson in respect."
Miss Magic winced at the comment. "Oh, right. Listen, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to end our spat so abruptly. Can we just, like, pretend the whole thing never happened? I'd rather get back to our usual fighting. You can't imagine how stressful the last week has been."
Nightshade let out her signature laugh. "Ah yes, you were off with the Righteous Legion, galavanting about in space and fighting eldritch deities. You return without a single scratch on you, conveniently missing from the news. And now you're back here, in Central City, dueling with little ol' me." The villain narrowed her eyes. "Enough of your party tricks. I'm not sure what spell you used last time, but you won't catch me off guard so easily again."
Instead of spouting back a witty retort, Miss Magic furrowed her brow. "Um, do you really think our last meeting was some sort of trick? I mean, you were beaten pretty easily. Sorry, but that was the real deal." She shook her head. "You know what, nevermind. Let's get to the sparring again. This time I'll bring out the good in you for sure!"
There was a tense silence between them. Nightshade began strutting forward in her dominatrix boots, hips swaying side to side. "I believe there's something going on with you," she began. "I'm just not sure of what. That's what I'm going to find out today." She reached her opponent, grabbing the hero's chin in her claws and tilting it upwards. "You think you have some sort of secret trick, that your ace in the hole will save you. I'm telling you to go all out. Be as relentless as you wish. And when I beat you, you'll have no excuse to hide behind."
Miss Magic was breathing deeply, staring up into the eyes of her nemesis. "Are you really sure about this? You're talking about forces you don't really understand. I'd recommend you choose your next words very carefully."
Nightshade traced one of her talons across her rival's chest, tearing the spandex suit and exposing the tender flesh beneath. "What was it you said last time? 'If I wanted to, I could make it so you never commit another crime again?' I'd like to see you try. No more games, no more hiding, do whatever you can to match your words. Otherwise I'll know you're all talk and no game."
There was a deep sigh as Miss Magic relaxed in her Nightshade's grip. "If you insist. I suppose every good magician needs an assistant, after all."