Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim to own any characters or concepts related to Megamind. This is a nonprofit work of fanfiction. The title's from "Good Gone Girl" by Mika, a song which has nothing whatsoever to do with this fic. I just like the title.

I had no intention of writing more for this, but over at the same flashfic thread, lj user streetcake asked for, essentially, the opposite of Bri-chan's request: Roxanne roleplays the villain and Megamind the helpless captive. It felt thematically appropriate. This is definitely complete now, though!

Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, or favorited Baby, Be Bad. I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you. :)

Good Gone Girl

She pushed him down onto the bed. The mattress caught his knees, and Megamind fell gracelessly onto his back, his hands clasped before him.

Roxanne tapped her chin. He struggled up on his elbows. The top two buttons of his shirt had opened, exposing the long, smooth hollow of his throat and the shallow notch of his clavicle. She smiled beneath her fingertips.

"Now," she said, "what am I going to do with you?"

"Don't you think you're moving a little fast?" He screwed his lips to one side. His brow came down dark above his eyes. "Aren't you at least going to try to cow me with terrifying tales of your plans for the city?"

"In my experience," Roxanne said, "the more you blab about what you're going to do, the faster someone stops you." She shrugged out of her jacket: leather, tailored, and far too hot. The cool air rushed down her arms and she rolled her shoulders in pleasure.

"It just doesn't seem very professional," he said. "I mean, here I am, your helpless victim. You're not even taking advantage of me."

Well, that was just begging for a practical demonstration. Roxanne toed her shoes off and slipped onto the bed above him. She straddled him, her knees framing his hips, her rear fitted to his thin lap. His brow lifted, flattening, and his hands arched, his fingers spreading wide: to ward, to touch. The bonds kept them at his belly.

Roxanne smoothed her hair behind her ear. She tipped her head back, the better to sneer. Her lashes fell like a dark mist over her eyes.

"Face it, Megamind. I'm just the better villain."

"All right, first of all," he said, raising one finger, "this is roleplay. It has no bearing on the real world, and we shouldn't rush to make value judgments. Secondly—" Two fingers now, long and slim. "You haven't tried any of the standard villain tricks."

"I'm not a standard villain," she murmured. She set her hand on his chest, her palm covering the third button. Her fingers brushed the sleek v of his chest exposed by the unbuttoned collar.

He rolled his tongue in his mouth and swallowed. His throat worked. "Well, I, for one, am far from terrified."

"You're a little lippy for a helpless victim," Roxanne told him.

He smiled. The lopsided cock of his mouth, the arch of his brow: oh, he was coy. "I learned from the best."

She spread her fingers over his chest, sliding them beneath the folds of his shirt. His skin was smooth and very cool, and his breath hitched in his breast beneath her palm.

Thoughtfully she said, "I figured out what I'm going to do with you."

"Oh?" He flexed his hands. The bindings held. "And what's that?"

Roxanne pushed him down off his elbows, flat upon his back. His eyelashes fanned black about his eyes. She bent her head to brush her lips in a soft line from the corner of his mouth, across his sharp cheek, to his ear.

"Your turn now," she whispered. "Try to figure it out." She nipped his earlobe.

"Oh," he said, "you're very bad, Miss Ritchi." His voice quavered. So, too, did his shoulders.

Roxanne slid her fingernails down his shirt, scraping goosebumps out of his skin. Megamind surrendered beneath her. His hands stilled on his belly; his thumbs settled together. Roxanne pressed a kiss to his throat where his pulse fluttered.

Megamind said, "And when I say bad, what I mean is—"

"You should stop talking," Roxanne said.

He stopped. That didn't last long.