Here's my day so far: snooped around the secret hideout of a dead superhero with my supervillain ex-boyfriend; learned that the superhero had faked his death; attempted to reason with a new superhero who turned out to be evil; and was repeatedly saved from certain death by aforementioned supervillain ex-boyfriend who, unfortunately, got his butt kicked pretty good.

This WOULD all happen on my day off.

Guess I'd better backtrack a bit. Basically, supervillain Megamind gave Metro Man's powers to my cameraman, Hal, and renamed him Titan. Titan decided to destroy the city when he learned that I had been dating Megamind in disguise (long story, don't ask). Titan tried to kill both of us, but Metro Man saved the day as usual—except that it really wasn't Metro Man, it was Megamind in disguise again. Got it? Good.

I watched the Metro Man disguise chase off Titan. Part of me was wondering where Titan would go—he wouldn't just go back to being Hal, would he? I was sure he'd try to use his powers somehow, but I was hopeful that Megamind would find a way to take them back before he got any ideas.

The rest of me was admiring Megamind's dead-on impression of Metro Man. I must have noticed, that night at the restaurant, that there were different voices for most of the disguises on his watch, but I hadn't thought about it until now. Not only were the Metro Man disguise and voice perfect, but Megamind was also moving like Metro Man, using Metro Man's gestures and expressions—and flying, somehow. There could be no doubt in anyone's mind that Metro Man was back, and that the final battle with Megamind had all been some kind of misunderstanding.

But—that wasn't going to work for any of us. For one thing, Metro Man was NOT back, and would never be back. Metro City was going to have to learn to do without him. Would Megamind continue to call himself our Evil Overlord after today? Would he cause any problems at all? He doesn't seem to act up unless there's a hero to fight—those weeks between Metro Man and Titan were pretty quiet, aside from the initial vandalism. If the people of Metro City thought Metro Man was back, they'd expect him to drop Megamind off at the prison. The fact that he'd rescued me today would mean nothing: everyone knows not to mess with Megamind's favorite victim.

Metro Man good, Megamind bad—it wasn't right. The real Metro Man was hiding with his guitars while the real Megamind was risking everything to save us. The real Megamind might be juvenile and obnoxious, but he's a good man. A genius. An honest-to-God hero. And I'll be damned if Metro Man gets the credit for this one.

He spotted me and descended gracefully. I've smiled into Metro Man's face thousands of times, but never with the gratitude and affection I felt at this moment. I held out my hand to him. I was keenly aware of the crowd, which had somehow appeared in the evacuated city streets seconds after Titan's retreat. I waited until we had their full attention; then, I adjusted the disguise watch. I could practically hear the jaws dropping when Megamind materialized in Metro Man's place as I calmly continued to hold his hand. See, folks? Not dangerous!

When no one screamed or fled, Megamind relaxed and smiled at me, and I forgot there was anyone else—anywhere, really. I could only marvel at his fearlessness and ingenuity and absolute commitment to m—to my safety. By saving me, he had saved the entire city. How had he managed such an elaborate rescue in less than an hour? I opened my mouth to ask—

"Pretty sneaky, sis! But there's only one person I know who calls this town Metrocity."

Wow. In this one isolated instance, Hal figured something out.

Suddenly we were all in mortal danger again. The crowd scattered as Titan resumed his dimwitted revenge. Megamind's reflexes are fantastic, but Titan's aim had improved. I felt helpless as I watched the battle—but then, miraculously, realized that we were in the intersection where Megamind had left the invisible car. In which Megamind had left the defuser gun. Which, in the right hands, could take the Titan powers back from Hal.

I called out a Code: There's the Car, and before Titan understood what was happening, Megamind disappeared. I held my breath.

Come on, Megamind. The gun's right there. You're just biding your time, I know it. You're brilliant. Hal's no match for you.

Oh no.

Megamind did have the gun, but Titan had thrown him impossibly high into the sky. I had to find a way to save his life. I dropped the traffic sign I'd picked up and ran towards where I thought he'd land. What could break his fall? Could I catch him?

"Say bye-bye, Roxie," smirked Titan.

My mind finally went blank. There was absolutely no way I'd survive this.

Plunk.

Sploosh.

"Ollo."

And there was Megamind again. I have no idea what I was doing in the fountain, but there I was, and there he rehydrated, just in time to catch the defuser gun and ruthlessly drain Titan of his powers. He was magnificent.

I blurted the first thing that came into my mind.

"You did it. You won."

"I finally had a reason to win: you."

Oh.

It was so unlike his e-vil banter, so simple and honest. It was Bernard. The jeering, high-tech rock concert of a rescue—that was all Megamind. The quiet confidence of the blue man I now held in my arms was something new. I was so grateful to him, whoever he was. So happy he'd come to earth and played a bunch of annoying pranks and kidnapped me constantly and—you know what, let's just skip to the part where he saved the entire city, probably the world, and told me I was his reason for doing it. I was grateful. Because he loved me.