I do not own The Incredibles, Pixar, Disney, etc.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblence to persons living or dead is purely cooincidence.

No animals were harmed in the making of this story.

Note: I don't actually have any plans for this one, just thought the idea sounded fun and went with it. Enjoy my work of randomness.

She'd never done something so stupid in her life.

"Come on, Incredigirl! You're not even trying!" Syndrome was back to his evil-doing after a few years of haitus, and this was only one of many times that he'd been found causing chaos around Metroville. He'd successfully turned himself into a household name, but not in the way he'd originally planned. "Technological Terror" some called him; He'd upgraded his omni-droid again and added a dozen more different gadgets to his arsenal, enough to cause city-wide panic whenever he set foot there. It was just another day for Incredigirl who had decided to take on him solo. Big mistake as she was then realizing, but calling for backup wasn't an option this time around. She wanted to do something on her own, prove that she didn't have to have her family to back her up! But did you have to pick the villain that villains fear?

She finally found an out from the droid that had been chasing her for a little over half an hour and ducked into the nearby alley to catch her breath. Incredigirl leaned heavily against the brick wall, gasping as quietly as she could and trying to come up with some kind of plan of action. Syndrome's machines were getting more and more difficult to de-activate, and this particular one didn't seem to have anything at all that would give its functions away outside of the fact that it loved to chase her and wreck things. A slight sound had taken her attention to the dark-side of the alley. Who else but the creator himself would be standing there looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Giving up already?" Syndrome smirked, arms crossed.

"I wish you'd give up and go home." She sighed, still leaned against the wall.

"I would, but I was hoping I could take the credit for being the villain that Mr. Incredible's little girl gained her fame from defeating."

"Is it always all about you?" She retorted. The location of the droid continued to stay in the back of her mind. It was suddenly quiet.

"What can I say? I love the limelight." Syndrome shrugged casually, peering down to fiddle with a glove. "Admittedly, I was hoping for something a little more exciting."

"Your life is so boring, I'm sure."

"If only you knew." Incredigirl rolled her eyes, chancing a glance in his direction. He'd picked up his phone and appeared to be going over whatever text messages he'd gotten while he was having his game of 'Chase Little Miss Disappear'. Incredigirl's expression changed from tired to baffled in less time than it took for him to tick out a reply and press send. What nerve he had, forgetting about her like that! Was she honestly that small of a threat? She wanted to do something to him, anything to ruin the bastard's day and improve her own. The wheels turned while he cranked out another text response, and she finally pushed herself off of the wall.

"So you want excitement, huh." She muttered, stalking over towards him.

"Entertain me, Incredig-" It was the most stupid thing she'd ever done, but the shock of it had caused Syndrome to drop his phone. Before he'd known she was even anywhere near him, he'd suddenly found himself in the most awkward kiss of his life. Did she just..? Yes, she did. Why did she do that? She'd broken off from her ninja-smooch, staring him in the eye from the tips of her toes. Syndrome took a step back in an attempt to take it all in and she walked right after him, his phone crunching to bits underneath her shoe. "That's not really what-"

Incredigirl hadn't given him an opportunity to finish. With one movement she'd knocked him back with her forcefield, landing him uncerimoniously into the nearest trash can. Instead of following however, she simply stood there with her hands on her hips, sharing the same smirk he'd had not long ago. "Hope I didn't disappoint." With that she was gone, leaving the villain to contemplate what had just occurred. Alright, so it wasn't the best kiss he'd ever had but it certainly wasn't all that bad, and in all fairness she was a pretty good looking gal. So much for texting Robers back about that press conference next week, now he'd have to buy a new phone! Angry thing she was, but mayhaps he'd asked for it. Eventually he'd removed himself from the can (which thankfuly had been empty) and brushed himself off, heading back to where he'd come from. This fight was over.

"I think two can play at this game, however..."