[About four years ago, afternoon] - Los Angeles (CLOSED)

[its_mypenis]

~*~*~*FLASHBACK~*~*~*
To the days of yore, when Captain Hammer's fanclub has chapters in only three other Californian cities,
and a certain Billy-buddy was performing one of his first heists...Captain Hammer didn't like being in the community college. Especially after the day's classes were over. Foremost was the problem that the hallways were

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[not_an_icebeam]

"Noooo nonono don't - dammit! God frickin' asshole dammit!"

Those words came from a particularly frustrated young blond, cringing as the spare chemistry equipment from the closet went crashing down. Yep. Gravity still worked. (All those thousands of dollars of sciency things, ruined. Some savior of humanity he turned out to be!)

"Can't make an omelet without grating some cheese," he muttered to himself, pausing every so often to tug at his oversized lab coat. (And the goggles, they hurt.) Still, even a terrible sacrifice was necessary to outfit the new-and-improved HORRIBLE LAIR OF HORRIBLENESS (he's working on it). He needed new equipment, or at least new-ish. He started to paw through the broken and not-so-broken beakers, microscopes, and other doohickeys, salvaging some, tossing the rest.

[its_mypenis]

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After a bit of searching, Captain Hammer found where the noises were coming from. An avalanche of fallen, broken equipment surrounded the small figure in the middle of the room. Hammer scowled.

"I should have known you were behind this, ah..." Captain Hammer searched his memory. "Mr. Terrible, was it? Can I just call you Bobby?"

Not waiting for a reply, Hammer eased his way into the room, searching for bare areas of floor he could actually step on. "I don't know what you're up to, but let me assure you, you won't succeed!"

[not_an_icebeam]

Billy jumped and nearly shrieked, sending another wave of equipment crashing to the ground. "...Horrible. And that's Doctor Horrible to you. I've got a PhD. You, on the other hand, have probably never served in any military." Note: Billy did not have a PhD. Billy was fourteen. (Almost fifteen! He'll get that next growth spurt one of these days!) But he was going to get a degree, that's the main point.

He stands up, trying to look brave and macho, which was a bit difficult when his nemesis was a good foot taller than he was. "Don't you have anything better to do, like fall in love with your own reflection?"

[its_mypenis]

Hammer threw up an eyebrow and a corner of his mouth. "Horrible!" There was a certain sour, disapproving, inferior flavor to the name, when he said it. "You know, I don't have to have been in the military to be a captain!" The snarl turned into a self-approving grin. "I was just born this way!" A quick pose, smile, laugh. Hammer congratulated himself on how amazing he was at his job.

"The only thing I have to do right now, Horrible," Captain Hammer began to explain, making his way across the room so that his gloved hand could connect with the boy's throat, "is figure out what you're doing, and stop you from doing it." Yep. Amazing at his job.