The Great Escape (open)

I'm going for a walk, Vince had said. He'd been out for a while, it was late, and he'd left his damn phone at home. Milo knew, of course, that he'd gone off to get into trouble. He always did, that was perfectly normal. But Milo had made dinner. A very nice, lovingly cooked dinner. He'd assumed Vince would be back for that, or he'd text a warning about possible lateness, but no. When a call was attempted, the ringing was only heard from within the house.

Milo raked his hands down his face and groaned. It was time to hunt down his fiance. He shrugged on a trenchcoat and was out the door, wasting no time now. Vincenzo was being rude about his food and date night situation, so Milo was going to be rude right back with whatever shenanigans he'd started up. Earlier, on a hunch, Milo had asked some of his rats if they'd seen or smelled anything. Vince had last been in the area near a certain alleyway, one with a portal that led to a warehouse he was fond of using for schemes.

Milo didn't have portal access, so he took his usual route, slipping through back alleys and shortcuts with the same skill and comfort of a rat, from their pleasant neighborhood to deep in the Underground. He snuck into the warehouse, dark and falling apart, seeking out that sole light. The sight presented was gruesome. A young, naked girl (she looked unhealthy from something other than this, too) strapped to an operating table, cut open in all the worst ways and full of leeches. More interesting, however, was his fiance in that gas mask, and with that voice modulator.

Uh. Hm. How was he going to go about this situation? He had a thought. It might be a terrible one, but it was the plan that hit him in the moment. He was going to own it.

He crept up to Vince, snagging and picking him up when getting close. This would be familiar enough. He snatched the scalpel and threw it aside, letting that clatter to the ground and slide away. He didn't speak to Vince first, even as he held him up, instead addressing the girl on the table. "Are you conscious?" he said, sharply. "My name's Detective Constantin, I'm here to help, and I'll get you out of here soon. I deal with this punk regularly."

Oh god, none of that was technically inaccurate in the slightest, and yet… Would Vince go along with it? Milo was holding his breath. He was completely confident outwardly, fully looked the part of what he was doing, but nerves inside, and almost silly and sheepish feeling. Ridiculous.

Vincenzo looked at the wounds with morbid fascination, mesmerized. He was poking at a fat leech covered in blood when he was suddenly picked up. Oh no! He knew this hold! He knew he shouldn't have skipped dinner, but Milo was taking sooo looong. He was a vegetarian. What was the damn hold up? Did he have to tenderize a cauliflower?

Vincenzo wiggled impotently in his arms, swatting at Milo's face like an annoying cat. As much as he loved to be squeezed by Milo's strong, toned arms, this was the disciplinary hug, not the fucking him on top of the operation table hug.

Oh — oh! Detective Constantin, huh? Were they roleplaying now? Vincenzo rubbed Milo's arms enticingly, his voice low. "Detective Constantin! We meet again. I see you're here to spoil my plans." He reached up to cup his cheek. "Our games continue. Very well. It will make the loving all the sweeter."

But this damn hold. Ugh. Vincenzo's head flopped to the side dejectedly, sighing, before full on attempting to shake Milo off him.

Milo just gave an irritated expression in response Vince's swatting. It got colder when, well… what he'd presented was being gone along with, but with some undesired improv. "I am. It's normal for us. I happen to be here to apprehend and keep you from hurting this girl further, however, not anything else."

He pushed away the hand at his cheek, shutting that down firmly. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, I have a fiance, and I happen to be completely faithful. I'm not interested in straying. Don't insult me, I don't take shit from supervillains-- or whatever you'd like to be labeled as." All true.

Already distracted by wanting to get the presumed innocent out of this situation, Vince managed to shake Milo off for a quick slip away, the smaller and lighter between the two. Milo went for the girl instead, undoing some of her binds.

The escape was a victory, especially in situations like this. Vincenzo didn't really have a game plan for situations like this, but he kept his objective firmly in his mind. He wanted to be rid of "Detective Constantin" for the time being and continue his experiments, though he was sure he wasn't going to be able to do half of them now that Milo was onto him like a hawk. "Wha — No!"

Ah, shit. He didn't want to have to do this. Vincenzo pushed Milo back with a strong burst of telekinesis, grabbed the foot of the operating table, and pulled it to the direction of the exit. As it started rolling by itself, Vincenzo hopped on at the edge and started making his and the girl's escape. He blew a kiss at Milo's direction. "You should've banged me when you had the chance, Constantin! See you around, sucker!"

Milo stumbled back at the sudden powerful push, shoes scraping on the dirty, nasty warehouse ground, though didn't fall. He was stable on his feet again once Vince got rolling, nearly bouncing back and forth on them with his adrenaline rush, fists clenching. There was a burst of endeared amusement, too, at the fleeing. Vince's attempts at these things… never went quite how he expected them to. This was absurd, and although it definitely looked dramatic, it was easy to respond to.

Milo took off after the escaping operating table, gaining quickly in bounds and with his ridiculously long legs. He leapt forward in a daring move to grab Vince first in one arm, throwing him over his shoulder, and the edge of the table with the other to yank it to a rough stop while he himself skidded. Milo paused a moment, breaths short. He held Vince tightly, keeping aware of him, then properly undid all the straps holding the girl down.

It was awkward to coordinate, but he pick her up from it and set her on the floor, murmuring an apology. "Only going to be there for a second, I promise. Have to put him somewhere before I'm able to take you to the hospital." And now, there was a free spot. Milo plopped Vince down, pressing him to the table with a stubborn hand and getting him strapped in before he could register what was happening. "I'll be back for you, too, afterwards," he said with a look. "Stay snug."

Milo was far more gentle when picking up the girl for the last time, holding her with both arms. "It's okay. This is done now. Hang in there, going to take you to the edge of the Underground and call an ambulance."

And so he did, waiting with her there until it showed up. When it did approach, he made to leave again, not stay around for questioning. "I'll take care of things back there, make sure he doesn't come after you again. You just worry about yourself."

Then, he was gone, back into the depths of the Underground, back to the supervillain arch-nemesis. (Back to Vince, his dear, beloved fiance-- who also happened to be a menace.)