Fighting Evil

Hallway to Billy Batson's Apartment. 7PM Darrow time.

The thing about sexy leather/PVC catsuits that Hollywood didn't tell you was leather/PVC/riding up my ass catsuits squeaked. And not sexy squeaks, nope loud and uncomfortable slightly squishy squeaks. Whatever allure that Wendy might pose to the legal, totes legal- but highly dubious- Billy Batson, she was pretty sure she ruined it by squeaking. Which was probably a good thing. Probably. Especially cause she was dating Shazam, who was also Billy but he didn't know that she knew. It was complicated.

"Hey, need to borrow your shower. Do you know how to get green... lets call it fluid, out of this leather/PVC/bondage nightmare?" Wendy Watson, aka the Middleman, asked as she squeaked into Billy's life yet again. Some women arrived in a cloud of perfume or slunk into a room but Wendy squeaked the entire way. Like a demented mouse. God, she hated this fifty shades of hell outfit. "Only I'm supposed to return it and I doubt I'm going to get my deposit back. Do you think I could put it on a tax return as a business expense? Technically it was a business expense."

I've got a lovely bunch of- Coconut cottage.
The lamest name ever Hannibal. No, really.
Green Arrow Estate. Tabula Rasa, Tabula Rasa.
T-MINUS TEN TILL SPLASHDOWN.

"Seriously, an alien exploding out of the chest is a perfect analogy for the fact that I'm about go give birth. Okay, so our parasitic fruit of our loins is going to come from a bit further down and isn't likely, well unless it falls in radioactive goop, to try and take over the world through death, destruction and more death. But apart from that, perfect analogy." Wendy called out. Okay, Halloween was the best commercialised holiday. It had costumes, free candy, endless zombie video game playing... it was the best. And she was not loving it. Why? Because Ripley JR had decided that he or she was going to you know play lets cause momma some minor to irritatingly painful pain. Which she was ignoring. Totally. "And I'm not going as Slutty Spider-Man. How is that even a costume?"

Wendy looked at the options she had opened to her and then snorted and rolled her eyes so hard because of course Hannibal managed to find her an outfit that made her want to punch him in the face even more. "And I'm not going as your ex. Evil Slutty Vampire should not be a thing. And the stake is not your penis, we're not doing bad puns about you being Biffy the Vampire Layer or how you have some wood you'd like to put in me."

Hidden away in the walk-in, Dub Dub suddenly reached out grabbing a handful of clothes at the increase in pain. Okay, so that was a doozy. A real kind of- killer pain. She could deal. Pulling on the gore ridden t-shirt, Wendy looked about for the xenomorph that she'd kept to attach later and sighed.

"Did you steal my xenomorph again? Hannibal? Han-oh god." Peeking out the closet, Wendy eyes widened as she caught the door frame and took a moment. "Okay, so I'm either about to give birth or my costume is coming to life and we're about to have a xenomorph burst through my stomach. OWWWW HOLY %$£@!"

Wendy's eyes crinkled a little with not-so-subtly hidden happiness. Well, maybe not happiness but enjoyment. Okay with a little bit of happiness mixed in. She liked dating-doing-whatever this was with Hannibal, he kind of got under your skin like that. An irritating, swearing, kickass sonuva... who she kind of really liked.

"See, I think you out of anyone likes this more." Wendy replied, her fingertips gripping his hair tighter as she bit the bottom of her lips. Licking them, she parted her lips softly before pressing a teasing kiss against the corner of his mouth.

Talos Industries.
A corporation of corporate idiots who like to suck the life out of you. Literally. Sparkly vampires need not apply. Or Blade, seriously if your name is Blade, do not apply. Not even janitorial positions.
19:57

They were so easy to manipulate; humans, vampires, didn't matter which. All you had to do was give them a shiny toy and they were hers. A shiny toy or someone to fear. And in this case it was both, she had sent the pair to find their maker. All of their makers. The original vampire. Shiny, shiny toy and Wendy was left to rule in their absence. They hadn't even questioned it or themselves, they were going to search and here she was waiting.

Idiots.

Even in their presence they still didn't realise what she had done. They thought they were in charge when in fact... she was. She'd eliminate them later, set them both up as puppets and then when she had done what she had wanted then she would get rid of them. It was a perfect plan. She would have to monologue about it later.

But now, she had other things to do. Other people. Like him. She'd liked him, before, when she was human. And weak. And pathetic. She'd believed in ideals, her and him and Whistler and the Nightstalkers. Now, she was going to destroy them. Starting with him.

SKILL SET
*Artist
*Speaks Spanish
*Aviator/Pilot
*Studied Martial Arts with Sensei Ping