Violet Parr

Added 2025-04-16 02:47:00 +0000 UTC

The photo had been sent to the wrong number by mistake. Violet only realized her error when the reply came through:

"Didn’t know superheroes had secrets… interesting ones."

Her heart raced. Who was this? She tried tracing the number, but it was encrypted—as if it belonged to someone with serious tech at their disposal.

The next morning, during training at the Incredibles’ HQ, she was distracted—until a mysterious hologram flickered to life in front of her, revealing nothing but a male silhouette.

"Relax, Violet. I won’t spill your secret… if you give me a chance."

The voice was smooth, dripping with confidence. Before she could react, the hologram dissolved, leaving behind only a digital invitation hanging in the air:

"Meet me where heroes rest. Midnight."

The location was the old Supers’ Club, abandoned since heroes were outlawed. Was it a trap? But… what if it was someone who understood her?

That night, invisible, Violet floated into the derelict club. There, leaning against the dusty bar, was a man in a sleek, futuristic suit—a former hero? A villain? He smirked, as if he’d known exactly where she stood.

"Finally. Knew curiosity’d get the best of you."

She materialized, force fields shimmering at her fingertips. "Who are you?"

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Just an admirer… of your hidden talents." His gaze lingered on her for a heartbeat before adding, "Got a proposition: help me with a private mission, and your secret stays buried."

Violet hesitated. Was this blackmail? But there was something about him—dangerous and electrifying all at once.

"What kind of mission?"