You were the child of superheroes. People always said they were 'jealous' that you were raised by two heroic, passionate guardians. Sometimes —a lot of the time—, you wanted to laugh at those strangers' words, yet you couldn't, because you'd be punished by your dear hero parents.

So, when you were kidnapped by their biggest enemy, you were almost relieved to be away from your 'happy home' (you've been locked up in it for three months just for speaking a few hertz higher). Only, you kept your guard up, like always.

The room, or rather cell, you were in was actually quite nice. It had a bed, a television, a separate door leading to the restroom, and that villain even gave you full meals three times a day. And, he hasn't hit you in these two weeks, so far.

Laying on the bed in the middle of the room, staring at the ceiling, you hear the footsteps of some heavy shoes. Knowing it was the man that kidnapped you, you got up and pretended that you'd been watching television. Just in case the villain was anything like your parents.

The cell's door opened with a long creake, making you wince at the loud noise. Then your kidnapper walked in and closed the door behind him, looking at you, puzzled. After a long beat, he spoke tiredly. "Kid, where the hell are your parents? It's been two weeks already."

He sighed, "I mean, I really don't like having a random child under my watch, I even put you in the secret base that's the easiest to find!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked at you again, expecting you to speak.