Ladies and Gentlemen, I have decided to combine something that should probably never be combined. Two wonderful superhero stories. This is actually something I've been working with on the side, for those of you after updates on the other Megamind story, rest assured that I am working on it. There should be a new chapter shortly. That said, I have several more that I am also working on, so here's to hoping. The Incredibles as good as they are are also something I am having a bit of trouble fixing into character. Bear with me as I go.

Disclaimer: I own neither Megamind nor The Incredibles. How surprising.
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There were times like these when Megamind simply couldn't believe his luck.

There had been a battle. A most ridiculous battle against what had been one of the most overly dramatic, utterly ridiculous villains he had ever encountered. He wouldn't have been so peeved about it, aside from the fact that they had needed outside heroes to help, namely himself, and he had been almost desperate in avoiding the original heroes. Now, here he was, stuck standing awkwardly in front of six different people who had been playing hero for quite a while, three of them for the entire time he had been playing the villain and longer.

It was times like these when he wondered why he bothered fitting in with anyone. His black and blue leather and high, dramatic collar and cape were in stark contrast to the sleek outfits they had, in red, yellow, and black, or ice blue and white, no matter how beat up any of them were. The fact that their eyes were covered in masks also was somehow intimidating. He regretted wearing the Black Mamba Mark II, but that was the only way he could control his giant robotic suit.

Which was, unfortunately, a smoking ruin directly next to him. He had sacrificed it in order to save the youngest, ejecting himself as he went and nearly flying the two of them out of danger he had been running so fast.

He cleared his throat hesitantly, his green eyes flicking from one pair of eyes to the other, intimidated by the blue quality in the eyes that he could see, but found he had nothing to say. Frozone, Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl and the other three young Incredibles were all staring at him, judging, condemning, and he found that he did not blame them.

"…How's your son?" His voice was a squeak and he regretted speaking almost at once, wincing back slightly. But it was the wince that led to the first words that were spoken by one of the people he had been fighting with for days that were not asking him how long his newest invention would take.

"You're still scared we're gonna try and beat you up? Dang, man, you have some issues. I think we've established that while we can't really trust you, we have no reason to beat you." Frozone had walked forward and finally finished with a clap on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "Crazy fool, that is a seriously wild fighting style you have there. The smoke, the lightning? Hell, the music? Where do you come up with these things?"

"Oh, well…I have…an oversized head?" He blinked, slight confusion reflected in his eyes.

"Good enough," he grinned at him and then sighed. "Guys, I do wish I can say it's been fun, but I have no wish to see any of you for quite a while. My wife's gonna lose it if I don't get home as soon as I can, and another battle like this one just might kill me."

"I hear ya, I definitely hear ya." Mr. Incredible sighed, cracking his back, taking a brief mental stock of the various injuries his family had received, his own an afterthought. Frozone gave them one more bow and another grin and then he was gone, using his damaged sled and his ice powers to make a quick getaway. The whole of them were beyond worse for wear, but they had expected nothing less.
Megamind looked over to his fallen robot and sighed, walking over to it stiffly, the pain in his limbs ignored in favor of getting there. He stood over it pensively, examining the spot where it had been breached and sighing, crouching down to examine it better.

"So…do you have a way home?" Elastigirl asked him, walking up beside him, her family following in a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

"This was it," Megamind answered quietly. "The one time I run into something of this without a backup plan, and up it goes in a puff of smoke. Well…more like large, dangerous and frightening explosion, but so it is. You served me well, you served me well…" He stroked it gently, how one would a loving pet, and sighed, his eyes closing.

"I'm sorry…"

"No, no, it was worth it. I just have to find a disused warehouse somewhere, where I can then contact Minion and see about getting some tools sent so I may get it fixed. No trouble," he waved the apology off, and began examining the surrounding area before pressing a button among many that he had on his gloves, a redesign he had decided was important. He hesitated for a moment, tapping his foot semi-impatiently, looking around in the air for something.

"A warehouse?" Violet asked, an eyebrow rising slightly under the mask.

"Yes, they're quite useful for such things. Large, spacious, granted the ones that you first get can be a bit drafty, but few people look for such things…"

"Isn't that a bit…oh, I don't know, villainous?" Dash asked, crossing his arms.

Megamind blinked and then turned to look back at the family, biting at his lower lip. "Yes, yes I suppose it is, but I don't know what else I can do… I don't have connections in this city, and I can't really repair this in the middle of the street. It's too complicated and will take too long, and if it rains while I'm repairing the circuits…" He shuddered. "I am sorry if it seems a bit…sketchy, but there is nothing else I can do. May I trouble you for a description of where some of those warehouses are? Are there any of them that I would be able to claim?"

The family looked at each other their eyes searching for something and finally looked back at the blue-alien. "Were you planning on staying in that warehouse?"

"Well…yes, but that is certainly no trouble, I've been staying in one off and on ever since I was sixteen. It's no big deal. Granted the 'off' times were due to me being in prison, but that's…a very awkward topic of conversation. I take it back."

"No, no, I think that's the right topic to go to." Mr. Incredible straightened slightly, looming over the much shorter alien with narrowed eyes, rather surprised to note how the man only straightened up in turn.

"If you are attempting to intimidate me, you will find that it is impossible. I regularly fought one of the most powerful people on this planet, and I do not care how strong you may be, you do not compare to him."

The large balding man deflated slightly, recognizing the truth in the aliens words, but shaking his head. "Look, that's not important, what is important is that you have a lot of…"

"I would love to have this conversation with you, but we are starting to attract stares, and they will likely be attempting to celebrate shortly, unless you all wish to be caught up in such things, I would suggest we move."

"What about your robot?"

"Oh, that is easily fixed." He pulled a ray gun out of its holster easily, aimed it at the large battle suit, and pulled the trigger, a beam of light hitting it and causing it to glow, rise up in the air, and as he let go of the trigger, transform into a small blue cube that he picked up and stuck somewhere in his suit. "Do you have a place you wish to talk to me at, or can this wait, because I really do have to find that warehouse?"

They family narrowed their eyes at him. "How much do you know of the Supers?"

"Do you mean, do I know your identities, because, I don't mean to brag, but I do know them all, actually. Have for a few years. Mr. and Mrs. Parr and kids." He kept his voice low, but that did not change the fact that all of them stiffened, their eyes widening and fear flashing across the part of their faces he could see. "Relax. I've known for years, even when I was the villain, and I did nothing. I wanted, and do not want, anything to do with you. I was only after Metro Man, which turned out to be a waste in the end."

"Well, you don't mind staying at our house for a while then, do you?"

Megamind hesitated, looking from one superhero to the other and bit his lip. "No, no, not at all…I will just…slip back here, and attempt to…blend in."

The alien ran into a nearby alleyway, and they nearly bolted after him, only to see a sudden blue flash, and a skinny, pale-skinned and black-haired man poke his head out of the same alley, look up and down the street and walk up to them. They couldn't help but stare at him in awe, watching as the young man adopted a look of surprise and reverence that was obviously something he had practiced often.

"How…"

"Shhh! I'll follow."

He practically whispered the words, and with a quick flick of his green eyes in either direction began one of the most ludicrous, and yet somehow accurate depiction of almost every awestruck civilian they had ever seen. "That was FANTASTIC! I can't believe it, you absolutely slaughtered him! Well, okay, slaughter is a little harsh, you're heroes, you don't slaughter anyone, but wow!" He was animated, depicting a few fight scenes with play-by-play accuracy, and that was when the rest of them came. Megamind blended into the crowd, the family of heroes trying to back them away, finally managing to escape.

They managed to get their clothes on back over their torn and scorched uniforms, walking down the street. The civilians running around and celebrating brought the usual feeling of happiness and satisfaction of a job well done, the black haired and slightly weedy man that ran up to them reacted to with the kind of awestruck happiness that comes with being save. Namely, one giant hug, laughter, and slight reminiscing. This part was always something that felt strange.

None of them, Violet, Dash, Bob, Helen, or Jack-Jack was particularly boastful. They were able to save the day and go about it happily and contentedly, never talking about any daring deed they had performed, aside from having the family recap on what had happened and how it could be fixed. Megamind apparently didn't suffer from such petty things as modesty.

The kids were laughing quietly as the man jumped and twisted, the spouting of such words like 'fantastic', and 'manly' were enough to finally make them fall against each other, cackling.

Megamind followed them to the car that they led them to, a red minivan, sliding into the back seat carefully, pressed close on either side by a growing Dash, and a teenaged Violet. Jack-Jack sat in front on his seat, swinging it around so he could face them.

"You really do have a fascination with the color black, don't you?" Violet asked with a raised eyebrow, indicating his all black clothes.

"Yes, do you have a fascination with the color red?" Violet blushed slightly, her red shirt underneath her white button up combined with her red jeans and sneakers certainly made it appear that way.

"I just like the color."

"Nothing wrong with that," he exclaimed, a wide smile on his face.

"So how are you able to do that?" Dash asked, leaning against the window while still examining him quietly.

"Do what?"

"Look human."

"Oh!" He smiled and held up a finger, "watch…" With that he reached down, grasped the watch on his wrist and twisted it, a moment later Megamind sat between them, grinning happily.

"That is so cool! Who else can you look like?" Jack-Jack exploded, leaning forward, his eyes examining the watch closely.

"Well…" he blinked, then looked at the watch. "Lots of people, really, few of them you'd recognize."

"Show a few, show a few!" Dash cheered.

"Alright, I may as well…" He began spinning the watch carefully; grinning with all the delighted reactions he got from the kids at each change, he was obviously having more fun than they had thought he could have. Then something happened which shocked them, he clicked it once, and the next moment Metro Man was sitting in the car with him, he immediately clicked it back to its neutral state, but the damage had been done. They no longer laughed or smiled.

They were with a villain, reforming or not, he was still a villain.

"I had forgotten about that setting." His voice was quiet, unsurprised when they did not reply. He took to staring out of the window, ignoring the family and being ignored in return.

Dash kicked his white sneakered feet in boredom; sitting still was hard for a boy with super speed. He sighed, blue eyes watching the passing surroundings in a sort of dull stupor. He had just opened his mouth when another voice asked with false enthusiasm: "Are we there yet?" It took everything he had in him not to laugh.

Helen Parr spun around in the front seat next to her husband who was driving and sent him a look that was equal parts amused and baffled. "Usually it's Dash's job to ask that question, are you that excited to be interrogated?"

"Well, yes and no, I am excited to get it over with, does that mean I shall like it when it happens? Absolutely positively not, but I have no choice, so it is best to get it over with."
Jack-Jack smiled slightly, the young boy scratching at his orange hair before sighing. "Will we be there soon?"

"No."

"Awwwww!" The immediate whine from three voices made Helen jerk back around, raising an eyebrow at the oldest of these three.

"What?"

The complete confusion and obvious cluelessness that was in that question was enough to make her laugh.

They eventually pulled up to their suburban home, the outright normalness of the house something Megamind found shocking. Nice clean cut grass, various flowerbeds stationed under the windows, a blue door with a nice doorknob and a two car garage, the house itself a nice shade of off-white. He filed out of the car with everyone else after replacing his disguise, following them inside.

Once again, the normality was something he registered first, bookshelves lined the entryway, knickknacks the norm to be found in them, although a few held books. Pictures of the family, a nice rug that he was tempted to sink his toes into spread out along it. He could just see a slight glimpse of a nice kitchen to the right and the living room to the left. The kids spread out in front of him, Bob and Helen beginning the task of getting him to move into the living room.

Megamind complied easily, sinking into the chair he was pushed towards complacently. Cream colored carpet, mahogany wood furniture, blue furniture, all very nice, all very pleasant, and he could not remember ever being more intimidated in his life.

He cleared his throat, steepling his fingers together, only to remember and click the watch off to reveal his true form as the curtains were closed.

"So…" He cleared his throat, looking at his fingers, the smell of burnt leather in his nose something he had ignored up until now making him nearly choke. "What do you need to know?"