You're a supervillain, and you have never been so utterly beaten. All of your tricks, all of your weapons, completely outdone by a prepubescent girl and a stuffed animal. You're bracing for the finish

My eyes closed, preparing for the worst beatdown of my life. Not once have my creations been beaten. They were hybrid creations, sentient backpacks that can pull out anything needed at that required time. Even though the limit was, it was one thing for the rest of the day, but no one even lasts that long! Then avoiding all my traps like it was easy as 1,2,3. Well, she probably can't count that far, I mocked in my head. That damn cheetah stuffed animal and the matching outfit and a leopard wand to math. I looked up to see the girl raising her wand at me, then I braced for impact. There was a small bonk on the top of my head. I heard a soft voice and a giggle at the top of my head. "Do no more bad stuff!... Okay?" It sounded sweet.

The haze felt gone, this dark fog around my heart. It was gone, and there was still a strained smile forming on my lips. "Why aren't you beating me to a pulp right now?" My voice croaked out, feeling tears welting up in my eyes. It was so stereotypical, someone saving me from villainy instead of killing me. I shouldn't be surprised on what happened next.

"Everyone deserves a second chance! That's why!" She cheered as she raised her arms skyward. I couldn't disagree with such a heartfelt request.

"Fine, whatever. I won't so just leave kid." I huffed out. Then I saw a pinky being solved in front of my nose.

"Pinky promise me!" I looked up to see her cheeks puffed out with playful anger on her face.

Reluctantly, my pinky raised and wrapped around the small girls finger. "I, pinky promise," I muttered.