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ANYTHING AT ALL

Raymond Zebronski had been an aimless genius. He was born with a great ability to learn and he had done all the things he was supposed to do, but it had been a half-hearted effort at most.

He had been sleepwalking through his life. Filing patents, inventing things, buying a house and paying for insurance. He’d been doing all the things expected of him… and he’d been so unfulfilled.

Everyone around him would talk about how wonderful and happy his life was going to be. He was limitless possibility and that was supposed to make him have a fabulous existence.

It had felt like he was disappointing everyone’s expectations. His unhappiness was a burden he was forced to bear in silence because he was supposed to be happy. And he wasn’t.

His smile had always felt thin and painful. A baring of the teeth rather than a true expression.

He graduated high school and college early, and suddenly he was expected to do great things. To work and make money and wow the world with his brilliance and bring glory to his family.

And he did it. He changed the world of technolgy and those that ran the world knew his name. He made more money than he could ever spend in ten lifetimes.

And it was empty. Meaningless. Because he was just as unmotivated as he’d always been. Just as empty and unfulfilled.

He wasn’t sad. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t murderous. He was simply unhappy.

And then he met Darkstar.

And suddenly there was something. There was music and light and food had flavor to it.

He was no longer an empty shell of a person slogging through every day.

He was filled with Darkstar. And it was good.

. *. *. *.

He knew that his feelings were because of Darkstar’s metability. His brain was being artifically stimulated and everything he felt was nothing but a lie.

And he didn’t care.

Because his brain was stimulated and for the first time in his life he could truly feel.

Darkstar wasn’t purposefully doing anything to him. Just by existing, he brought happiness into Raymond’s life. His presence, his smiles, his frowns, his voice… everything about him chased away the ennui.

By existing, Darkstar gave purpose to Raymond’s life.

So in the background of Darkstar’s life, Dr. Zee came into being. Smoothing the things that needed to be smoothed. Deleting videos and destroying evidence. Ensuring that while Darkstar received the attention he demanded, Vereint Georges was able to enjoy the anonymity he craved.

He arranged his first official meeting with Darkstar. Made himself an indispensable person in Darkstar’s life.

When Darkstar fell in love with Blue Ice, he thought he might feel jealousy, but he didn’t. His feelings for Darkstar were so pure and all consuming that they surpassed physical desire.

He would rather see Darkstar happy than fulfill his own desires. Would do anything in the name of Darkstar’s happiness.

He didn’t feel guilt over the laws he broke. Didn’t hesitate or experience regret as long as it was for Darkstar.

Before Darkstar there was nothing. He passed through his life like a ghost. Doing what was expected of him without having any dreams or desires of his own. Waking and sleeping, eating and pooping, every day passing one into the next without anything leaving a mark on his soul.

And after Darkstar, there was light and pleasure and when he touched things he could feel them.

Because he was real. Alive. Vital and full of the hope of life.

He was full of Darkstar and he would do anything for him. Anything at all.

=END=

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TWO HAPPY BURGER MEALS TO GO

Happy Burger after eleven p.m. on a Saturday. At this time of night most people were getting their food through the drive-thru. There was one man seated in a darkened corner eating his way through a table full of food with a single-minded intensity. The cap he wore was pulled low and he hadn’t taken off his jacket. He didn’t look like he wanted to be bothered, focused as he was on his food and the phone he was staring down at.

Lila looked at Bowen. There was one person in front of them in line. “What are you going to get?”

Bowen had been staring at the overhead menu. He shrugged. “Do you want a Happy Burger meal? We can get them to go and walk over to eat in the park. It might be nice to eat under the stars.”

She nodded. “That sounds nice.” The moon was big and bright and it was a warm night. There weren’t even any mosquitos out, as the recent weather had thrown off their usual breeding pattern. It was rather perfect outside. “I would love a nugget and fries meal.”

He smiled and bumped his shoulder against hers. “How about the 20-count pack? Extra dipping sauce?”

Lila leaned against his side. “Another successful date night.”

“Date night is always great with you,” he said.

They’d left the kids with their grandparents and they were kid-free until Sunday afternoon. It was their one night a month alone and they were eating food from Happy Burger. “We’re so romantic.”

“Yeah we are.” Bowen nudged her forward as the customer before them took the big bag of food and headed toward the door. “Hey, hope you’re having a great night. Can we get a burger meal with 7-Up and a 20-piece nugget meal with Pepsi to go?”

“Sure,” the cashier said, punching at the cash register. “That will be $17.98. Do you have a Happy Value Card?”

Lila quickly dug in her purse and held it out along with a $20 bill. “We’re four stamps away from a free large fries or a medium milkshake.”

“Two stamps now,” the cashier smiled, punching two free spaces and holding the card back as she began making change with her other hand. “I probably shouldn’t say anything, but you might want to hold onto your card until next month. We’re starting a new program and you’ll be able to exchange your full cards for different things. There’s a whole catalogue of stuff to choose from.”

“Nice,” Lila said. She accepted the two dollar bills and dropped the pennies in the little change dish. “I’m a big fan of free stuff.”

“Who isn’t?” The cook in the back called out that the order had been received. “Let me get those drinks for you.”

Lila wrapped her arm around Bowen’s waist and leaned her head on his chest while they waited for their Happy Burger meals. “I can’t wait for those nuggets,” she murmured. “Mm, and I don’t have to share any with some grabby kid that’s going to use up all the sauce in one dip.”

“Selfish,” he teased.

“Just for that, I shouldn’t let you have any nuggets.”

He pouted playfully and kissed her forehead. “Please please please please?”

“Because you asked so nice…” She nuzzled her cheek against his chest. “You can have one.”

“Mean.”

There was the sound of the door opening and the scuff-squeak of shoes against the floor. But instead of going behind them to stand in line, a thin figure in shapeless off-black colored clothes leaned against the counter. “Hey bitch, gimme all the money!” he yelled at the cashier who was using the drink machine. And he waved a revolver that was likely older than him but that looked to have been well taken care of.

The cashier carefully set the drink cups down on the counter and held her hands up, palms out. She’d paled dramatically and the whites of her eyes were startlingly visible. Her lips trembled and she looked absolutely terrified.

“Move it! Gimme the money!” he barked, jabbing the gun threateningly.

Bowen pulled Lila away, but when the gun was pointed at them they stopped. “Don’t move,” the gunman ordered. “I’ll shoot everyone in this place.” Back at the cashier, “Hurry up, bitch! The money!”

Her hands visibly shook as she fumbled with the cash register. “I… I have to put in an order to open the drawer. Just… just give me a second and I… I…” Tears had begun streaming from her eyes as she punched at the keys.

The robber was jittery. When he pulled his lips back in a snarl, his teeth were chipped and blackened. There was a foul odor lingering around him and his fingertips were blistered and gray. The gun jerked up and down and side to side as he held it out but his finger was sure on the trigger.

Lila had a bad feeling.

She didn’t fight when Bowen nudged her behind him, both of them trying not to catch the attention of the robber. He ordered the cashier to put the money from the cash register in a takeout bag. Then he commanded her to open the other three registers and give him that money too.

“I… I can’t. I only have access to this register,” she said.

“Who here can open them?” he demanded.

“No… no one. It’s just me and the cooks tonight. The shift supervisor called in. He’s… he’s got the flu.”

The robber’s face twisted in rage and he screamed, shooting one of the registers. “Open them! Open them! Open them!”

A piece of metal broke from the cash register and flew through the air. The cashier’s scream was loud and shrill, but Lila clearly heard the “Woof!” and grunt as the finger-long chunk struck Bowen in the stomach. She felt him step back into her, and then she was struggling to hold him up as his legs went out from under him.

“Bowen!” She cradled him in her arms, her hands scrambling to lift his shirt and see the damage.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he kept assuring her as she stared at the hole in his abdomen. She tried to picture where human organs went and was relieved to think that it likely hadn’t hit anything essential. But there was blood already welling up from the wound. So much blood that she couldn’t stop it with her hands.

“Shut up with that screeching!” the robber screamed, turning the gun toward the cashier. “I’ll blow your head off!”

The cashier’s scream cut off abruptly as she slapped her hands over her mouth, holding so tightly that the skin went white. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from eyes that had gone impossibly wide. Her whole body was shaking with her fear.

“Get those registers open!” the robber ordered. “Open them now or I’ll kill you all!”

A smooth voice interjected, “Whoa, what’s going on over here?”

“Who the fuck are you?” the robber turned, the gun aiming toward the man that had left his corner table and stepped into the light. Dark blue eyes peered out from under the black cap and his mouth was turned down in an annoyed frown.

“I’m just someone that was trying to enjoy their food until some asshole decided to rob the place,” the man said. “Why don’t you take that money and go? You’re not going to get any more.”

“Shut the fuck up! That bitch is going to open those registers and give me the money or I’m going to fuck her up with this gun! And if you don’t shut up, I’m going to fuck you up too!”

The guy cocked his head. “That sounded like a threat. Did you just threaten me?”

The robber was practically dancing in place with manic energy. His pupils were two different sizes and he was gnashing his teeth. He jabbed the gun toward the man. “Fuck you!” And pulled the trigger.

Lila flinched and clutched Bowen tighter, her eyes going shut so she didn’t have to see the man die. Her ears resounded with the sound of the gunshot and she screamed. The acrid smell of gunsmoke filled the air.

Bowen’s hands clenching around her wrists brought her back to herself. She glanced at him first, assuring herself that he was wounded but still alive, then she flinchingly looked to see if the man was still alive.

He was standing unharmed. Staring at the robber with a disapproving expression.

“What the fuck…. You’re a meta!”

“Duh,” the man said. “And you shot me. You dumb fuck.”

And the air around him wavered. And his eyes… they weren’t blue anymore. They were violet fire breathing up from the depths of his soul.

He stepped forward and his right arm lashed out faster than Lila’s eyes could follow. And the robber came apart. That was the only way to describe it. The way his body seemed to jellify, the skin bursting downward like a seam that parted to allow his liquified bones to ooze out, his head pulped so completely that there were no recognizable features left.

And Darkstar–that was Darkstar!–glanced around and shrugged. “Sorry for the mess,” he told the cashier. And “Sorry for the nightmares” he said with a nod toward the cashier and another nod toward Lila and Bowen. “My bad.”

And he turned around and walked toward the doors. And he was gone, a flash of violet light coming from the parking lot as he flew away.

Lila kept her hands pressed to Bowen’s stomach and her stunned state didn’t break even as the cook came from the back and called the police. He had smartly kept out of sight during the robbery attempt and hadn’t seen Darkstar at all though he told the police that he’d “felt something weird” and he’d heard everything.

And Lila went in the ambulance with Bowen and she waited for him at the hospital as the doctor removed the piece of metal and sewed up the hole. Nothing important had been struck and the wound was miraculously minor. They were able to leave after an hour and they took a taxi home.

“Did that really happen?” she asked once she’d gotten Bowen settled on the couch.

He looked just as dazed as she felt, both of them dazzled by their contact with the supervillain. “He’s… he’s really something, huh?”

“Everything they always say he is.” She shook her head. “I always thought people were making things up, but he really is that amazing.”

“I think I can still feel him,” Bowen said. “Sizzling inside me.” He shifted and palmed his crotch. She could see that he was half-hard in his pants.

“You got pierced by a chunk of metal less than two hours ago. Are you really feeling horny right now?” she asked disbelievingly.

“I am so fucking horny you would not believe it,” he said. “I don’t even need those pain pills the doctor gave us. I just think about Darkstar and the pain doesn’t matter.”

Lila watched him fondle himself, not seeming to notice what he was even doing. He didn’t move his body much, not wanting to bother his stomach, but his hand gripped and stroked his hardening cock. She couldn’t even chastise him as thinking of Darkstar was feeding her own sense of arousal.

When he unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down his thighs, wincing when he used his stomach muscles, she didn’t hesitate to remove her own pants and underwear and lower herself over him. “Don’t move,” she ordered. “Let me do all the work.”

She kept one hand on his chest to keep him from moving as she rocked her hips up and down. He was so hard inside her and she was so aroused that she was dripping. Both of them thinking of Darkstar as they fucked each other over and over again for the rest of the night.

They woke up still entwined the next morning. And after she helped him move to the bed and fed him scrambled eggs and pain pills, she spent the next hour scrubbing the couch clean and later sprayed it with fabric refresher. They watched some TV and lounged around together until she left to pick up the kids from their grandparents. And she had to explain how Bowen had been hurt in a botched robbery and everyone was suitably awed when she explained that they’d been saved by Darkstar. And her kids believed every word, but she stopped sharing the story when other people kept expressing doubt at the idea of Darkstar eating at Happy Burger.

But she and Bowen knew what they had seen. What they had felt. What they had experienced in the presence of the world’s greatest supervillain.

And when their third child was born they named her Joy and her childhood birthday parties were held at the Happy Burger that had led to her conception. And she was a joyful and bubbly child that grew up to be a devoted Darkster like her parents.

And Lila and Bowen grew old together and their love stayed deep and lasting. And whenever one of them looked at the scar on Bowen’s stomach, they were reminded of those brief moments in Darkstar’s presence and their arousal would be immediate and powerful. And neither would ever forget the feeling of him and it added a depth to their relationship that they’d never had before. A shared wonder that would last the rest of their lives.

=END=

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WORRYMONGER

His metability had always seemed pathetic to him. It wasn’t an offensive or a defensive power. It couldn’t lift or pull or kill. It couldn’t burn or heal or blast an attacker across a room. It wasn’t much of anything really… or so he thought. Until he found out different.

He could feel the tingle of his power at work but the effect was invisible to sight. It only worked when he was in closeish proximity to another person, at least 20-feet. Any further and he could strain to activate that something and nothing would happen.

But within that 20-feet? He would feel that tingle when he activated his metability. That deep within sense of almost-itchiness as his metability made contact and began to do what it did.

When he first Manifested he’d had to go through weeks of testing before the trainers had been able to explain what he was doing.

Somehow his metability was able to activate the portion of the human brain that controlled worry. That nagging bit of something that kept someone up at night wondering and worrying.

Did I leave the stove on? Are these stairs too steep–am I about to fall? Do I smell bad? Is my dog overweight/underweight/acting sick? Do I have cancer? Am I going to die?

When he used his metability around another person, all their worries came to life. They began fearing this and that. Their stress-levels went up and UP in an uncontrollable ascent.

He still saw it as a largely worthless metability. What good was making someone worry after all?

He received a superhero name–Worrymonger–and got himself a uniform, but otherwise he was a paperwork hero. He didn’t go on missions. He didn’t save the day. He filed the mission reports other heroes wrote and mostly answered the phone.

When he’d been a kid he’d dreamed of battling monsters and pummeling supervillains. He’d imagined having superpowers and being able to fly and lift cars and punch holes through concrete with his bare hands.

And instead he could walk into a room and make everyone feel uncomfortable. Everyone.

He had no control over who his power affected. Anyone within a 20-foot radius fell under his influence, which didn’t make him the favorite of whoever he was teamed up with. Nobody wanted him in the field.

Which is why he was manning the front desk on the day Darkstar decided to attack the League of Superheroes.

He was covertly scrolling a fanfiction forum when one of the lobby doors opened and Darkstar strutted in. Dressed mostly in black with violet piping on his jacket and what looked like white skulls on the backs of his gloves. His eyes were wells of violet behind his kato mask and his sneer was clearly evident.

“Okay, so I want to make a complaint,” Darkstar called loudly. There were only five people in the large lobby but he effortlessly drew all attention. He was as inevitable as the sky.

Worrymonger sat upright in his chair, his mouth going dry from nerves. He could only stare as Darkstar stalked straight toward him, the soles of his shoes clacking against the tiled floor in the silence.

“You!” Darkstar pointed an imperious finger. “Tell me where that asshole Captain Victorious is. I want to talk to him right now.”

Worrymonger tried to speak but all that came out was a clicking sound in his throat. The sheer presence Darkstar exuded was overwhelming. He couldn’t have looked away if he wanted, and he didn’t want to.

Darkstar was like some great beast. Sleek and fascinating, his every movement drawing the eye and holding the attention upon him. He filled the room without even trying and the longer he stood there the harder it was to breathe normally.

Worrymonger had never had interest in another man but Darkstar’s complete and utter beauty surpassed the bounds of sexuality. He was an expanding universe that promised wonders for the brave soul that dared to explore his limits. He was a beckoning wonder that could engulf so tightly that a person would be folded and compressed back in upon themself until they exploded outward in a blaze of glorious light.

He was mesmerizing in his beauty. In the overwhelming himness of the Darkstar experience.

Worrymonger’s chest felt so full it was hard to draw in a complete breath. He found himself rising to his feet before he was aware he was even moving. He had a need to get closer to Darkstar. To bask in that presence. To press himself so tight against Darkstar that…

His control slipped. That’s the only way he could describe it later. Under the overwhelming awareness of Darkstar, that leash he kept on his metability slipped free without his permission and his power flowed out.

He saw it happening and he wanted to weep. Wanted to curse himself and pull that formless something back inside where it belonged, but his control was spent. He was too overwhelmed by Darkstar to stop himself.

A furrow formed between Darkstar’s brow. A crinkle of consternation. And a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead and trickled down like the tears Worrymonger suddenly wanted to shed.

Because Darkstar was turning without another word and jogging back toward the doors. As though he’d suddenly remembered he’d left the door unlocked or the fridge door open. As though he’d left the water running or the lid off a tank full of jumping fish in a house full of cats.

Worrymonger wanted to scream at Darkstar to come back, but it was too late.

The door closed behind a Darkstar that was already gone.

And Worrymonger realized that his metability was more powerful than he’d ever imagined it to be. And it was terrible.

Because Darkstar was gone. And he didn’t come back that day or any day when Worrymonger was scheduled to man the front desk.

And missing Darkstar was a terrible and gaping emptiness within him. An endless yearning that was never to be satisfied as he was never again within Darkstar’s presence, the supervillain seeming to actively avoid him.

His metability went from being worthless to being the worst thing to ever happen to him. Because he never got to see Darkstar ever again.

He would look at the gaussian blur captured in videos and photographs and he would weep from the never-ending sense of loss. For a brief moment true beauty had entered his life… and just as abruptly it had left again, never to return.

For an instant he was bathed in light. Then he was left to worry if he would ever see the light again or if he would linger in darkness for the rest of his days. Haunted by dreams of Darkstar. Of beauty so bright it burnt itself onto his soul. There, but forever out of reach. Forever.

=END=

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Kanon-Darkstar goes to the care facility after ALL THAT REMAINS (beginning of JUST ANOTHER TITANIC TUESDAY) and looks at Warrick Tobias. Darkstar is dressed in normal clothes and has his powers dampened.

DARKSTAR "You could have been my happiness," he says to the unresponsive face. He’s saddened by what might have been.

"Another time, another place. We could have been happy."

It hurt to think about, the might-have-been meeting the never-was.

He’d seen some version of himself immersed in a happiness he’d never dreamed of having for himself.

He’d been broken too young, by his mother’s brittle strength and his father’s human weakness. He’d asked that other-him about that terrible Black Friday when they were 14…

The look had been blank confusion and he’d almost been angry. That his life had been so terribly torn asunder and that other-him had gotten to live happily ever after.

But then he’d allowed himself to be simply glad that some version of him somewhere was happy.