Disclaimer: I don't own the Incredibles…

A/N: Written high above, up in the sky, between naps.

Chapter 2: Sarcasm

Edna picked her tiny self off the ground, coughing from the dust of the explosion—that's what it had been, a bomb. She brushed herself off quickly, before joining the running crowds around her. As she ran, falling behind the others—oh the curse of short legs—she feared the worse: that her mother had been right.

Oh lord, what a thought. She brushed it off, but deep in thought, she didn't notice the tall man stalking up behind her.

E felt her shirt being pulled taught, pulling her to a halt. She turned and screamed, for there stood one of the most notorious villains in all of France, Bomb Voyage.

He chuckled. "Où votre mère est, l'enfant?"

E huffed. She was not fluent in French, but knew enough to know she had been insulted. "I am not child! I am simply short—petite. You know that word? Also, your outfit is the most ridiculous zhing I haf efer laid my eyes on."

The man looked offended. "Vous êtes mon otage, mon nain. les otages ne répliquent pas!"

Edna shook with anger. She was no hostage, and she was certainly no midget. "Vell this 'hostage' does talk back."

Again the man assumed a look between anger and confusion, not quite sure what to make of this girl. He picked her up with ease, by the back of her shirt. She kicked her feet as they came off the ground. "Mon nom est le voyage de bombe, et vous me respecterez—"

Edna cried out as she landed on the ground with a thud. She saw Bomb Voyage lying beside her on the ground, out cold, apparently. She stood for a second time, brushing herself off. She adjusted her glasses. "Serves you right, and I am no midget." She started to run again, at a slow pace, her original downfall, but suddenly a pair of legs appeared in front of her, in spandex. She looked up to see that they belonged to a body with a dashing smile and curly blond locks to boot. Her eyes went wide.

"Miss, are you alright?" His voice matched his looks, utterly amazing, which included a pair of sparkling green eyes. His cape billowed in the wind, and the glow from the dust and dusk made the scene look surreal. It was something the likes of which E would see on the walls of the teahouses back home.

"Miss?"

She shook her head. "Yes, I am fine."

The hero kneeled, so as to be on eye level with her. "I am so very sorry he dropped you. I had thought I would have been able to simultaneously knock him upon the back of his head and catch you mid-fall, but alas, it was to no avail."

E squinted her eyes. He had looks, and apparently was a superhero—so she had found his weakness: deficiency in the mental capacity department. "Vell thanks for letting him drop me. I could haf gotten a concussion, you know." She said words flippantly, with less spite than her mother would have accented them with.

The man blinked with that same confused look Bon-Bon or whatever his name had been had worn moments ago, unsure of what this girl was all about. "You were in peril; I saved you. I don't see why you are complaining."

At least his vocabulary had taken it down a couple notches. Apparently criticism wasn't something he was used to. E put a hand to her head. "Thank you for the effort, but ifen I am efer 'in peril' again I can handle it myself." She began to walk away, but the golden boy followed. "You are just a civilian, not equipped to handle these dangerous villains."

Edna smirked. "If he iz so dangerous vhy are you leafing him alone—right now?"

The hero gasped and turned, but the villain was gone. "You made me lose him!"

She turned sharply. "I made you lose him. Oh really, I belief I missed that part, dahling!"

He opened his mouth, anger evident on his face, but then something changed. He started to chuckle. In spite of himself, he couldn't hold it in, and soon he was openly laughing.

This however only proved to infuriate Edna more. "Vhat!"

"Oh nothing, just something you said. Well I have a villain to catch, but sometime soon, we will finish this discussion." He winked, adding, "till then." He raised his arms and shot up into the air, leaving E to ponder his exact meaning about finishing their discussion.

A/N2: Translations, btw I don't know French and my Spanish grammar is rusty enough that I am sure I made a mockery of it all.

Où votre mère est, l'enfant? - Child, where is your mother?

Vous êtes mon otage, mon nain. Les otages ne répliquent pas! - Midget you are my hostage. Hostages do not talk back.

mon nom est le voyage de bombe, et vous me respecterez! - My name is Bomb Voyage, and you will respect me!