Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(52)
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I got you out before that happened.”
“Yeah.” She looks down at her hands again. “So those people you’re killing. They’re bad, right?”
“Very bad.”
“And that sorta makes you good, right?”
“It’s debatable, but I’m doing my best.”
“So…” She pushes her palms against the table and stands up. “You really are Batman?”
“No,” I say, letting a small chuckle escape. “He’s not real, Molly. I am. And even though what I’m telling you seems pretty fantastic, it’s my life and it’s not romantic or inspiring or any of that fantasy bullshit they push with a character like that. It would take a lot of effort to rise to larger-than-life status and even more to be considered the good guy. Because that’s what you’re thinking, aren’t you? Good guys don’t kill people in the name of revenge.” I rise from my seat and walk around to meet her. “I’d really have to want it and—”
“But if you did want it…” She cuts me off, steps around the table, and walks towards me. She stops when we are only a foot apart and looks up at me with her wide hazel eyes. “Then you could use all that super stuff to do good things instead of bad. To help people.”
“Help which people?” I snarl. “Blue Corp? Those people? They hired scientists who did this, Molly. They made me hurt you. They changed us and we can’t ever get that back.”
“So you’re going to just kill them all? One by one?”
“Not all,” I say, turning away so she can’t see the evil smile. “Only the ones who deserve it.”
“But who are you to pass judgment on them? Who are you to say they can’t be saved?”
“You’re missing the point, Molly.” I’m really starting to lose patience. “These people don’t deserve to be helped. They ruined us. They stole our childhood and made us do unspeakable things to each other. So let me just say it straight out. I’m not interested in saving people. And if you know the history, neither was Batman. He was out for revenge, just like me. Saving people was a consequence of taking out those he hated.”
“I don’t think so, Lincoln,” she says, shaking her head. “People make choices and if you’re a superhuman, then couldn’t you just choose to be a superhero?”
“But who would play the villain?” I give her a sideways smile. “Not you.” I laugh. “You’re not wired to hurt. You’re wired to save. I made sure of it.”
“Except in your case. You said I’m able to hurt you. And I’m not saying I want to be your opposite, Lincoln. I’m just saying you could be your opposite.”
I run my hand through my hair and turn away before I tell her more. “We have a plan, Molly. And nothing you say will stop it from happening.”
I expect her to get angry. Maybe slap my face or order me to get out of her house and never come back. But she doesn’t do those things. She walks up to me, takes my hand and presses our palms together. “You’re so warm here.”
“And so cold everywhere else.”
“No,” she says, gripping my hand and placing it over her cheek. “You’re warm everywhere. And if you can reprogram people like you say, then you can do things like cure mental illness, Lincoln. You could heal people with this science. You could change terrible things and make things better. You could be a hero. The world needs a hero, Lincoln.”
I lean down and kiss her mouth, speaking into it softly. “No one needs a hero like me, Molly. The road to hell is always paved with good intentions.”
“Everyone needs a hero, Lincoln, and if you’re the only one we have, then you can’t say no.” Her words are so soft. She pours out her gentle nature into the grotesque malformation of my hand as she presses it against her cheek. “The world needs a champion to stand up for it.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I say, biting her lip and kissing her again. “I want to take you to bed and f*ck you.”
“We need someone who will fight against injustice,” she says, placing her hand on my chest. Just this small bit of heat from her touch makes my cock grow.
“Fighting is something I do, gun girl. But only for the right reasons. I’ll fight you right now if you say no to this.” She laughs when I take her hand and push it down the front of my pants. She grabs at my bulge and I can’t help but grin. “Just don’t stop touching me.”
“We need someone who will stand tall in the face of adversity.”
“We can do it standing if you want.” I grab her ass, lift her up, and back her up to a wall. “I’m good with wall sex.”
“Someone who believes in the value of a good deed, Lincoln.”
“Are you listing me, gun girl?”
“No.” She laughs. “I’m just saying we can use what they did to you in the past and turn it into something good instead.”
“Well, let’s f*ck first. We can talk about all this side bullshit later.” I kiss her hungrily. I grope her breasts, casting a yellow-orange haze across the t-shirt she stole from me this morning. “Take this off,” I say. “My hands are busy.”