Sound proofed room, no sharp objects, sheets stapled to the bed so the little idiot (you presumed they would also be an idiot, given the parents) couldn’t try and strangle themselves rather than be used against their parents for the greater good. You weren’t going to hurt them, not even to try and make them cry for their parents or make them shut up - you’d thought that far ahead, at least.
Better you than some of the other villains. Standards that fell somewhere past war crimes and before common decency, but they were standards.īut you’d really, really needed this to work. One of them had accidentally pulled a pacifier out of their utility belt once, and tried to pass it off as being prepared for any young children they came across while rescuing. They probably thought they were being clever though, what with the blaming you for an injury you knew damn well you’d never given keeping one of them out of commission for a few months, then references to what they would ‘leave behind’ or ‘could not follow’ when in the latest death trap. You’d pretended not to, because while you’d committed a lot of atrocities in your life, you weren’t willing to face the moral quandary of whether you would knowingly kill a child just to spite its parents.
Frankly, you’d known those idiots had had a kid for years now.
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