Everyone has their own quirks; common or bizarre. Our characters in our story are no different.
Write a quick short story about something odd your character does, but something that makes them them.
“Well. It’s about time you showed up!” I smile. I feel my lips involuntarily curl up into a knowing smile. An evil smile. I keep my hands behind my back.
“What is the meaning of this you fiend!?”
“Weellll…” I shrug my shoulders excessively. I have no idea why I do it, it’s just so natural whenever my evil plots come to fruition.
“That shrug really annoys me.”
“Meh. That’s part of being a villain. I have a unique quirk, and you despise it with your entire justice-saturated being.”
His eyes glance towards the woman tied to the chair, her eyes have rolled back in their sockets
“She’s not dead.”
“Let her go!”
“You’re starting to sound more and more like the Dark Knight himself…” I moved away from the woman, teasing him to come get her, waiting to activate my trap the moment he does… or doesn’t
“Why don’t you come get her then?” My shoulders jerked up and down again as I attempted to suppress my laugh.
“Your little quirk gives you away, why don’t you bring her to me?”
“Now that’s not how the game works. You know how this goes. I call you out, we do the dance, you rescue the hostage yada yada, I try again the next time.”
“So why do we keep dancing, if we know how it ends?”
“Because – ” I stepped up to him. He cautiously moved back. “The dance is why we put our feet forward in the first place!” I pull out the remote control from behind my back, my shoulders once reverberate as a knowing expression etches across my rivals face.
“Perhaps it’s time we did our final dance.”