Summary: When you think you've got everything figured out, life throws you some curveballs. No Slash. Don't like the pairing, don't read it.

Author's Note: It's been a long, long time since I've written anything, but especially anything in this genre. These two drew my interest. Yes, I know their real names and who they're involved with but I'm not using any of that information. Updates will be slow most likely because of work and the fact that I'm rusty at writing.

Disclaimer: No infringement is intended and no profit is being made off this work of fiction. All person's belong to themselves and their onscreen persona's belong to Vince McMahon and the WWE. I do not own any of the comic characters mentioned in this fic or Wizard World.

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Seth Rollins sighed, sitting back against the lockers. "Can I just say again how much it sucks that I'm not doing the Wizard World event in Vegas this year but you two are? All year long, I looked forward to this and then it was snatched away from me…"

"Nope, the last four hundred times you said it already conveyed that message." Roman Reigns smirked at his former team mate's obvious annoyance at being interrupted mid diatribe. "Just consider it a perk of betraying your brothers and having the WWE universe hating your ass. The Q&A session with you would probably get ugly."

"Ha ha funny," Seth rolled his eyes, "almost as funny as when Dean tries to compare himself to Batman."

"What's so funny about it?" Dean Ambrose's question was poised sarcastically. "If Ro's Superman then that would make me Batman."

"I just don't think it's an accurate depiction."

"Why not? There's a lot we share in common. Batman's dark and twisted due to his fucked up childhood. Sound familiar?" A wink followed, "He's also a chick magnet and we all know that when it comes to pulling chicks, I've got no issues in that department."

"Following that line of logic, who am I supposed to be then?"

One side of Dean's mouth quirked up, "Lex Luthor."

"I'm not a villain!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We've heard it all before. You just play one on TV."

"You are so not Batman! He would never do something like this." A hand raked through dark brown hair still marred with pieces of blonde, scowl twisting his lips. "I hate it but I have to agree with Cena on this. If you're any comic book character then you're the Joker! He was all about the mental abuse."

A lazy shrug followed that announcement, "Then following your logic I guess you'd be Two Face since he was all about the betrayal."

"Take that back!" Seth's hand slammed down on the table, outrage coloring his tone at what he felt was an unflattering comparison. "If it wasn't scripted, I would never stab everyone I cared about in the back!"

A loud rumbling chuckle escaped the big samoan's mouth and he shook his head because he knew he had to try to stop this ridiculous argument. "Seth, relax, you take your comic book comparisons too seriously."

"Yeah man," Blue eyes rolled, "Plus we all know that the villain's have more fun. They get the hotter chicks too."

Seth's face once again reflected his disbelief at that statement. "That's not true! Both Lois Lane and Vicky Vale were hot."

"Nah, they were the typical cute girl next door types which while it has certain appeal at first gets really fucking boring after a while."

"No way." The proclamation was firm. "Every guy fantasizes about the sweet girl next door."

"Seth's got a point Dean." Roman admitted grudgingly. "It's any red blooded man's dream come true to land one. Not many guys want a chick who they know can't be tamed."

"Why would you want to tame a bad girl? The appeal is that they're bad." Dean stated heatedly with a waggle of his eyebrows. "Cat-Woman. Poison Ivy. Harley Quinn. Tell me that's not some serious fantasy material right there." A full fledged smirk twisted his lips when no denial was forthcoming. "I rest my case."

"Ok I'll admit that Catwoman and Poison Ivy are hot but hot does not negate the evil intentions. Harley Quinn is a different case. She's certifiably, homicidally insane." Seth said hesitantly, seriously pondering his friend's logic. "And no guy, superhero or villain is safe from their wrath."

Leaning back in his chair, Dean propped his feet up on the bench. "You say that like it's a bad thing. The crazy chicks are the best between the sheets. No inhibitions at all."

"But what do you do after? Unless you want to sleep with one eye open and watch your back all night, she can't stay over. If you kick out the crazy chick, she's probably going to try to set you up or kill you."

Roman pinched the bridge of his nose, resigning himself to the fact that his companions were disturbingly discussing the pro's and cons of sleeping with comic book villainesses. Unfortunately he knew from experience that this conversation could go on for hours unless he could find a way to change the subject back to the original one. "It does suck that you won't be at the Wizard World event this year. Being the first one they're doing in Las Vegas in after a few years hiatus pretty much guarantees it's going to be insane."

"That makes it even worse!" Seth's eyes flashed, "I'm missing out on being apart of the new history! But you two get to be there and so doesn't Paige. It's just not fair. I've read way more comics than the three of you combined ever have!"

Annoyed blue eyes turned toward the burly Samoan. "Why the hell would you bring it up again? I had him distracted."

"The talk of nailing crazy villainesses troubled me..."

An all too well known smirk flickered across the former United States champion's face and once again those eyebrows waggled lasciviously. "Hey, it could become a reality tomorrow night."

Roman shuddered, "Now that I know what you're shooting for, I'm so glad that I chose to stay at a hotel and not crash at your place."

"We're still gonna hit up some spots after the convention though right?" Dean's question was volleyed with a mischievous grin. "Cause I'd be a pretty shitty friend if I let you leave without doing Vegas like it deserves to be done."

"Hell yeah man." He agreed easily. "We've got to drag Paige along with us. I don't think she's ever really done Vegas the right way since the last time we were there it was just a quick pit stop for RAW."

"That's cool."

"It's not fair." Seth whined, dropping his head into his hands. "While you three get to go have fun, I'll be working and having stuff thrown at me."

The door to the locker room opened and a stage hand informed them that Dean was needed to tape an interview.

"Yeah, sucks to be you." Dean reached over and clapped his friend on the shoulder as he stood up to depart. "No worries man. I'll party for the both of us."

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Paige sat slumped on the bench in the women's locker room, oblivious to all the chatter going on around her. Before, she'd be apart of the commotion. Talking, joking and laughing with her fellow diva's. Pale, black nailed fingers absently drummed against the wooden surface beneath her body as she recalled the reason for her dark mood the past week.

Her boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend now, Corey Graves.

He always complained that since her promotion to the main roster that they barely saw each other. She knew that he was right. After finishing up the house show on Saturday she had decided to surprise him by coming home early. So instead of leaving Sunday morning like she planned she changed her flight and grabbed the six o'clock plane to Orlando instead. When she got to his house at ten-thirty and let herself in with the key he had given her, she wasn't expecting to find him screwing some ring rat on his couch.

The random blonde quickly grabbed her clothes and fled. Wise move on her part because the shock had worn off and anger had taken it's place. A confrontation ensued. Corey blamed her for his cheating, saying that she wasn't there for him emotionally or physically. That ever since he had to retire from in-ring competition that she treated him like he was beneath her.

It was all bullshit though and she knew it. Growing up in the business, she'd heard about and saw the exact scenario played out so many times. It was always easier for the person who did wrong to blame the person they wronged rather than take responsibility for what they did. The anger that had been building inside her throughout his speech couldn't be controlled any longer. She slapped him across the face and told him to go to hell.

Dropping his key on the floor, she turned and stormed out of his apartment. She went home and hid beneath her covers. Ignoring her phone and watching horror movies, she stayed in her bed until her flight on Monday morning. But she still felt the weight of the betrayal all week, shadowing her every step. She felt like even though she wasn't responsible for the fact that he was an ass who couldn't keep it in his pants, she should have been astute enough to figure it out.

Now as she looked back at their relationship she was sure that she missed several warning signs. In hindsight, they were glaring ones. Lately, their calls while she was on the road were less frequent. When they did talk, he was always a bit aloof and distant. He never called her by name during them, in fact he made sure to keep them impersonal.

That distance had continued when they were together in person too. Conversations had been stilted. Corey had barely even kissed her in the last month. Their sex life had become passionless and infrequent. He stopped saying that he'd miss her when she left and didn't drive her to the airport anymore.

She should have confronted him weeks ago.

But the relationship was comfortable and she didn't want to be alone…

Hanging her head, she bit back the urge to scream. She wasn't supposed to be that girl. Wasn't raised to be anything but a strong, independent woman who didn't need a man beside to make her feel complete. That stereotype of a woman made her sick and she'd cut many a promo bashing the weak willed chicks who believed in that archaic notion. Yet here she was, feeling sorry for herself over a loser who screwed her over.

She needed to stop thinking about this and get into work mindset. There was a match with Brie and Nikki to get through tonight. That meant she had to go talk strategy with them and Becky. Then tomorrow instead of the house show in Minnesota, it was off to Las Vegas Wizard World for a full day of autograph signing and a joint Q&A session. She'd have to bring her A-game to the appearance because she knew that Roman and Dean would be bringing theirs and didn't want to disappoint the fans.

Getting to her feet, she squared her shoulders and was surprised to find that she was the only person left in the locker room. Must be later than she thought. The few diva's that were on this trip had probably headed to hair and make-up already. The last day of a house show was always filled with impatience. Mostly everyone wanted to get it over with so they could enjoy a day off.

She could do this. All she had to do was focus on work. Fall back into her usual house show routine. No better way to start than by grabbing a something to eat from craft services. When she entered the makeshift catering area, she was surprised when everyone who had been chatting animatedly moments before went silent at her arrival. The feeling turned to dread when most people hastily averted their eyes.

Becky came up to her, a plastic smile on her face, "There you are! I wanted to see if you wanted to go out and get some real food…"

"What is it?" She was in no mood to be coddled. "Just tell me."

"It's Corey,"

She braced herself, "What about him?"

"Bayley called me to tell me that she saw him with some girl last night." Becky winced before delivering the next part. "A girl that he ended up leaving the bar with."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

Paige put her game face on and forced a scoff, "Don't be. It's not my business who he left the bar with since we broke up last Saturday."

"You did?" Confusion was evident in the question.

"Yep so he's free to do whatever or whomever he pleases." She was proud that her voice remained detached and steady even though she didn't feel that way. "Now can I get some food, because we still have to talk through the match tonight."

"Of course." Becky stepped aside, eyeing her friend carefully.

She could everyone staring at her as clearly as she could hear the hushed voices as she looked over the spread of food. It was uncomfortable to know that everyone knew about her break-up and were gossiping about it. Part of her wanted to spin around and tell them all to mind their own fucking business. But to do that would only lead to more gossip. So she ignored that impulse.

Grabbing a sandwich, she waved to Becky and headed of the catering area. She kept her head down and walked quickly, not wanting to see the pity on people's faces or hear the consoling words. That defensive maneuver was directly to blame for her roughly colliding with someone. She would have ended up a heap on the floor if the person hadn't grabbed her upper arms and steadied her.

"Whoa there crumpet, what's got your knickers in a twist?" Dean smirked down at her, his blue eyes twinkling beneath the strands of messy hair that flopped into them as he released her.

"Sorry, wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's cool. No blood, no foul." He snapped his fingers, "Oh yeah, you got plans for after Wizard World?"

"Uh, I was just going to see if I could catch a flight home. Why?"

"Damn that sounds fucking boring." He rolled his eyes, "Forget those plans. You're staying in Vegas and coming out with Ro and me."

Paige stared at him in disbelief. Was she imagining this or did he really just tell her what she was going to do? "Sounds fun but I really wasn't planning to stay and didn't book a hotel room."

"Don't sweat it, you can crash at my place." He waved a hand in dismissal.

Her brown eyes widened as her disbelief turned to outright shock. She'd known Dean and Roman since the FCW/NXT days. They'd all hung out a few times with others but they had never been close. And they really hadn't hung out at all since she'd been promoted to the main roster. So it was odd that he was inviting her out with them and even weirder that the notoriously private Dean Ambrose was inviting someone who was basically an acquaintance to spend the night at his place. Other than Seth and Roman, she didn't think anyone had ever been there.

"Um-"

"Listen, we're not taking no for an answer. So it's settled." He smirked and patted her on the arm. "See ya later kid."