[ WP ] During the night , the hero and villain are always at each other throats . During the day , they 're unknowingly coworkers at day care .

`` Jackson No.'' I said to the child, who was currently jumping up and down on a table. He turned to me and replied. 
 
 `` Jackson yes.'' 
 
 `` Do n't make me call your mom again.'' 
 
 `` I'll take care of it, Ryan.'' Said Adam as he walked past me. Despite the fact that his burly muscles made him look like a professional body builder, he was a real softie. It helped that his parents were loaded beyond belief leaving him to do whatever he wanted in life, he chose child care for some reason. I watched as he picked up Jackson in a fireman carry. 
 
 `` Alright buddy, to time out you go.'' 
 
 `` Aww.'' 
 
 `` Thanks, Adam'' I called out. As I scanned the room to make sure everything was running smoothly, I noticed a cup of paint water about to fall down. I quickly grabbed the cup before it tipped over completely. A little bit of the water spilled out. 
 
 `` Sorry Mr.Ryan'' The small child responsible for the cup of water said to me. I grabbed a paper towel. 
 
 `` It's fine, accidents happen.'' Adam and I continued to walk around the room making sure that the children under our care were not misbehaving. I eventually walked over to Jackson. 
 
 `` Are you going to start behaving again?'' I asked him. He stared at me with an adorable frown on his face. `` Do you want to stay in time out?'' 
 
 `` No.'' He finally replied. 
 
 `` Will you start behaving again?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Alright then, time out it over.'' He smiled, got up out of his chair and started running towards his friends. `` No running!'' I yelled out. I looked over at the clock, it was already past 2 PM. I looked over at Adam who nodded his head at me. I inhaled. 
 
 `` Alright, kids, it's nap-time!'' I said in my teacher voice. 
 
 `` Awww'' They collectively moaned, reluctantly they put away whatever they were doing while we brought out the cots. Within 15 minutes all of the children were lying down for the hour. 
 
 Adam and I stood by each other for a bit before he started talking. 
 
 `` Hey, there was this new movie that came out. I was wondering if you wanted to see it tonight?'' 
 
 `` Sorry man, I got plans this evening.'' 
 
 `` Darn, maybe next time.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, maybe.'' 
 
 The rest of the day was uneventful. 
 
 I was n't lying when I said I had plans. Even though those plans may have been to kill a person, they were still plans, I thought to myself as I stood next to a road. I was wearing a bullet proof, leather jacket, a flat cap, and a mask that could change my voice and switch between regualr vision, night vision, and thermal vision. It was currently on night vison as I waited by the side of the road with my silenced 1911 in my hand behind me. I held my detonater to the side of my body. 
 
 There they were, a three car squad. As the car in the middle drove over the explosives I had set down I triggered the detonater, killing everyone in that car. The car behind it crashed while the car in front abruptly stopped, four people got out of the front car, armed with assult rifles. Before they could figure out where I was, I shot them all dead, not wasting a single bullet. 
 
 Pulling a grenade out of my jacket, I pulled it's pin and chucked it under the third car, There was only one person who was able to dodge the explosion of the grenade, but my bullet found a home in his dome. 
 
 Before I could walk away, I suddenly found myself being flung down the road, I hit the pavment with a sickening thud before rolling to my feet. Nothing broken thankfully, just a dislocated arm that was promptly relocated. 
 
 `` So we meet again, Sharp Shot.'' He said to me, covered in spandex he stared me down. 
 
 `` It appears so, Heavyweight.'' He charged at me, I ducked underneath him and pulled out my knife. I tried to stab him in the back but he turned around and kicked me in the chest. Trying to regain my breath, he grabbed me by my colar before smashing his forhead on my mask, I could feel the glass crack. I stubled backwards, pulled out my 1911, and pointed it at him. I noticed that a large portion of the glass seemes to have cracked off. Exposing my face. 
 
 Heavyweights face changed into a look I had never seen before, one of confusion. `` Ryan?'' Shit, he knew who I was, how did he know who I was. I stared at him untill it finally clicked. 
 
 `` Adam.'' I replied. 
 
 `` What the fuck are you doing?!'' He yelled at me. `` Do you know who the fuck you just killed.'' 
 
 `` To answer you questions, yes I know what the fuck I am doing, and yes, I know who the fuck I just killed. Now let my ask you a question, did you just let your emotions get the best of you in your little outburst?'' 
 
 `` What?'' He replied. I tossed a flashbang and ran away, much to his surprise. I could hear him cursing as the flashbang went off in his face 
 
 Shit, how was I going to explain this to him. That was the only thing I could think of the rest of the night and morning. The feeling of dread had intesified when I got into my car and drove to the day care. 
 
 As I stepped out of the car, I noticed him standing outside of the building, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. 
 
 `` Why.'' Was the only thing he said to me. I had no response. `` If its about money, I can help.'' 
 
 `` It's not, can we just leave it?'' 
 
 `` No, we ca n't.'' I stared at him. `` Why.'' 
 
 `` Would you believe me if I said that it's the only thing I know how to do?'' 
 
 `` Twenty other kids say otherwise.'' 
 
 `` I know you are a part of the WHO-'' 
 
 `` The World Hero Organisation is offering full a pardon for you past crimes if you join them.'' He interrupted. `` I have n't told them who you are, despite the fact that I am under contractual obligation to.'' He continued. `` I'm giving you until the end of the day to think about it, if you say nothing, then I'm going to assume that you are not going to turn yourself in, and if it comes to that there will be no pardons, the only thing there will be is you in the electric chair.'' He walked inside of the building, I walked inside after a few minutes of thinking. 
 
 I was out of it the whole day, Adams words kept repeating in my head like a broken record. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Either burn a shit ton of bridges and have a target painted on my back for the rest of my life, or burn one, really large, red, white, and blue bridge and have a target painted on my back for the rest of my life. It was n't until naptime came around that I was ready to make a decision. While all the other kids were sleeping, I walked over to Adam. 
 
 `` Ready?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' He smiled at me before extending his hand. 
 
 `` Heavyweight.'' I took his hand and shook it. 
 
 `` Sharp Shot.'' 
 
 `` Welcome to the WHO.''
