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Sonar wasn’t sure when the addiction started, or even when it really became an “addiction” but it feels like coke has been a part of him for longer than it hasn’t. It’s not like he’s some lowlife druggie high out of his mind roaming the streets at night, he’s a Harvard graduate–a genius a remarkable individual with superhuman powers…so why didn’t he feel like it?
One of the conditions for his admittance to the Phoenix program was mandatory NA meetings, as if the drugs were in any way the cause of his villainy (maybe they weren’t helping but he chooses to ignore that) in these meetings is where he first met Mal. Malevola was intimidating at first (not that Victor would ever admit it) only standing 6.6 inches taller than him in his hybrid form, but the way she carried herself made her seem so much…bigger? Maybe it was the horns, maybe it was the fact she’s an actual demon from hell itself or maybe it was that she didn't really seem to care, not that he meant that in a bad way of course! She just seemed like whatever people thought of her was moot, one can assume being a massive red lady with a tail leads someone to stop giving a fuck what people think about you. So Victor (the Harvard graduate he is of course) put on his game face walked right up to her and decided if he has to have a stupid ass sponsor to stay in the program then Mal was gonna be his girl.
Isn't there a saying about nickels? Like if you had one for everytime something weird happened you’d have a fuck-ton of nickels? Well anyway Sonar thought he deserved a few fucking nickles because it turns out Malevola was also Phoenix program and even if she didn’t want to sponsor him he would be seeing her everyday at work (score).
SDN was..interesting, Victor was technically a superhero now, but the way some of the staff looked his way made him feel anything but. So if he lied a little at NA and did a line or two in a shitty dive bathroom on the way back from a call it was no one's business but his…and Mal’s..fuck. He couldn't lie to her, she didn't need to sponsor him or talk to him at work, she DEFINITELY didn’t need to invite him to live with her or become his best friend, but she did.
Life was normal-ish now, as normal as it can be for a bat hybrid ex-villain I guess, the drugs were good and when they weren’t he could rely on snuggling up to Mal back at the apartment after a bad day, two mugs of hot chocolate with a little bourbon and some 90s slasher with a shit plot. She was everything he could have asked for, and he learned she had great taste too after catching her eyeing the same dancer as him when they were at the club on a night off (a drug-free club to Sonars dismay, but the chicks were hot, they had decent drinks and he was with his girl Mal)
Victor learns someone on z-team is getting cut, and it feels like the world is crashing down on him. Malevola was sitting pretty safe at the no.18 slot on the leaderboard but Sonar was a decent step down at slot no. 23, he would be fine right? He was a Harvard graduate Mega-bat hybrid for fucks sake, the wouldnt get rid of him…right? Everything goes to shit the next shift, the team are at each others throats and he’s acting no better having thrown Coupé into the pool, he just needed to get a little higher, had to be safe. Victor overhears Robert and Blazer in her office, Visi pulled of an impossible score–he and Coupé were tied at the bottom, and Victor was so so fucked.
Victor considers running off before he can find out their decision, getting high on whatever's cheap and easy to find and just pigging out until he cant even feel his limbs anymore. Maybe Malevola would finally give up on him after she saw what a failure he really was, less suitable for z-team than fucking Invisigal, but before he can leave his ears perk up and he can hear roberts voice coming from the conference room. “I’m letting you go” Victor feels his heart stop, he can see into the conference room, Coupé sat across from Robert face cold and deadly. He’s staying? Robert chose him. Victor wants to curl into a ball and cry, Robert chose him, to keep him, he was valuable, a hero. Robert sees him starting into the conference room and Victor feels frozen, Robert just smiles and Victor can almost feel himself smiling too. Screw the drugs a night in with Mal it is, they have work tomorrow…together.