[ WP ] Your coworker is completely convinced you are a superhero . She stalks you like the worst fan girl ever . The only problem is you 're not a hero - you 're a villain . And she 's really starting to get in the way of your work .

If I did n't know any better, I would have thought her unrelenting stare was a hidden superpower with the way she studied me over the edge of her cubicle. Any other man might have been flattered by the way she watched me move from my cubicle to the coffee machine. She was the office barbie, long blonde hair and a picture perfect figure. Ten out of Ten, for sure. It was a mystery at the water color that she was single, a mystery to everyone except for me. You see, she saw something a while ago and had been dead set on one guy in particular for awhile. She was in love with Miami ’ s favorite supe, who she thought was me and it was.. Sort of. 
 
 
 Truthfully, if I had wanted I was sure I could sweep her off her feet and take her in a manly fashion. Maybe elope on the beach in the Carribbean if I had wanted to - at least until she discovered the truth about who I was. That she had ID ’ d the wrong supe. 
 
 
 Right now though, her obsession with our local hero was crossing the line from irritating and inconvenient to downright dangerous. If she kept following me, I would have to out myself and I rather liked my anonymity. I always felt that the best villain ’ s were the subversive ones. The ones who destroy everything without you knowing who they are until the very end. 
 
 
 As it happened, her super-crush was Captain Feelgood and he was my nemesis. He was the Sunshine State ’ s darling prince and super-powered human, stopping crime with his disturbingly vapid charm and his ridiculous assortment of gadgets that were as phallic as you would expect. Most importantly, he spread love, as well as joy and could make a woman or man swoon with just a glance. 
 
 
 Lately, you couldn ’ t walk down a city block without seeing some serious PDA thanks to the effect his infectious presence had on the city. He was also devilishly handsome, yet he hid behind a mask and another personae. Just like any sensible supe' did. 
 
 
 I knew his true identity of course and he certainly was not me. His entire existence made me want to gag. 
 
 
 However, we were both 6'2'' with black hair, green eyes and rock hard bodies that were unmistakable in their power. Our chins were chiseled like Mount Rushmore and we both had the same birth mark on the back of our neck. I presume it was the birthmark she was using to ID me with. He was my twin so I could n't blame her for assuming that her quiet, studious coworker who wore glasses and a full beard every day was the good guy and the same superhero that saved her from a mugging one night. 
 
 
 It was understandable that she thought I was him. That's what everyone wants to believe, when they uncover a supe ’. That they ’ re ‘ the good guy ’ and it was n't exactly common knowledge that Captain Feelgood had a twin brother who was n't so'good'. Or that we both had the same birthmark. 
 
 
 Hell, most people did not even know about his family feud or the fact that his nemesis was me. He knew, I knew, that was okay with me. I broke hearts, he mended them and it infuriated me to no end. If I took down the world and it wasn ’ t until the very end, that people realized I had won? That would be just fine with me. Until Blue Eyes here saw my neck in the break room, most people didn ’ t even see me. No matter how handsome I was, no matter that I was good at my job despite my misery. 
 
 
 When I returned to my cubicle I found a series of postit notes with doodles and remarks about Captain Lovegood. I knew she was waiting to see how I reacted to see if I would give away some clue that would confirm her suspicions. So I just stuck them in the trash and sipped my coffee. It wasn ’ t a confirmation or a denial, this game would keep going until I ended it. At the very least, I did n't have to work very hard to break her heart. 
 
 
 Though maybe, just breaking it was n't enough? Could I use her to my advantage? Convincing her I was her dreamboat was n't hard but would the truth hurt my brother more than it hurt me, or her? Could I overpower my brother ’ s influence, by taking it away from him? 
 
 
 An elopement and a big reveal was suddenly sounding a lot better.. Plus, I'd get laid in the process. So I sat up just enough to meet her dazzling blue eyes over the matte grey walls and winked, despite being Doctor Manic Depressive I could still manage a bit of manic lust and sex appeal now and then. 

