Syndrome smirked freely in court as his lawyer tore into Mr. Incredible. It was about time the big super got cast in a bad light.
"And isn't it true that you had Mr. Pine, a mere six years old at the time, thrown into the back of a squad car and brought home at eight fifteen on July fifth?"
"Yes, I did." The big super shifted uncomfortably in the small wooden chair on the witness stand.
"And isn't it also true that you rejected him at every turn? Completely ignoring him and crushing his hopes?"
He could've been hurt!"
The defense attorney spun around and pinned Mr. Incredible with a disapproving stare.
"You could have been a big brother to Mr. Pine. You could have shown compassion."
The prosecutor angrily called out, "Objection!"
Buddy tuned out the proceedings, turning to stare at the people watching. Cameras flashed from the back of the court room as he took in the many number of supers in the court room, most prominent was the Incredible clan at the front. The baby wasn't there, but the other three were glaring darkly at him. The girl's was the darkest. He smiled broadly at her before becoming distracted by the yelling of the lawyers and Incredible behind him. He turned around just in time to see the judge slam his gavel down.
"I'm ordering a psych analysis on Mr. Pine. This court is in recess until the report comes in."
His lawyer needed a pay raise.
Violet couldn't stop her mouth from dropping. A psych evaluation? Couldn't the judge see that Syndrome needed to be locked up? Her mother took Violet's hand reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Vi. They'll get him."
"Mom, he's teflon! A plane explosion couldn't even take him down."
There was still no idea how Syndrome could've been sucked into a jet turbine and come out laughing.
Mr. Incredible stomped back to his family, a stormy expression on his face. Violet didn't even want to talk to him; He was sure to snap at anyone. He didn't like to be portrayed as a villain, and Syndrome's hot shot lawyer was dancing on her dad's last nerve. As Syndrome was being led out of the court room in cuffs, he once again stared down her family. However, when he caught Violet's eye, he smirked and winked. An action missed by neither her father nor the woman seated behind him.
Mirage was furious. Buddy should have died in that blasted explosion. And he shouldn't have been flirting with the Parr girl. Firstly, Mirage was clearly in view for Syndrome to see, which was most likely why he'd done it; it was a means of punishing her. Secondly, the girl was fifteen, nearly seven years younger than the Kewpie doll. Thirdly, if anyone was getting into bed with an Incredible, it was going to be Mirage.
Syndrome stared down the graying blonde doctor seated across from him in the interrogation room. She stared back at him, unblinking and unafraid. As much as he respected her for that, he was anxious to get her sign off on his insanity.
"So are we gonna start this or what?"
"What would you like to talk about?" Dr. Wynters arched an eyebrow.
"Well I was reading an interesting article on quantum physics this morning, though I doubt you'd be interested."
"I do have a degree on the subject, but you're right. I'd much rather discuss your childhood."
Syndrome interrupted, "No."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"What about your parents?"
"I don't know where my mother is."
"And your father?"
"He's finally six feet under."
"How does that make you feel?"
Buddy got a faraway look and sighed, "Happy."
"Why is that?"
"Now he's keeping his fists to himself."
The doctor made a quick note, her pen scratching the only sound in the small room.
"I'd like to talk about Mr. Incredible."
"What about him?"
"He had a significant influence on your life. What are your feelings about him now?"
"Couldn't care less about him."
"That's Syndrome's answer. I was looking for Incrediboy's answer."
A stony silence followed. After popping his jaw a few times and glaring so hard he felt the beginnings of a migraine, Syndrome launched into a monologue.
"Supers shouldn't exist. They shouldn't be exposed to the public and become heroes to kids only to crush them later. All supers should be locked away in their own little world where no one would be super. Without supers, there wouldn't be villains."
"In all my years as a judge, there has never been a more controversial case than this. Should someone be punished for destroying people who were practicing illegal superhero work? However, those people were still people, and murder is a reprehensible act. But, based on the findings of Dr. Wynters, I find that Mr. Pine is not guilty, due to mental disease or defect."
A roar rose from the court, none more angry than Mr. Incredible who had to be restrained by Mrs. Incredible. Violet felt frozen. This was not how things were supposed to happen. Syndrome was not supposed to get away with murder.
The judge slammed his gavel down again and again, trying to gain control of his court room. Finding it was pointless, he shouted over the crowd, "He will be sent to Blackwell asylum, and released if and when the administration decides."
Buddy leapt to his feet and executed an overly dramatic bow before being hustled out.
That was the last Violet saw of him for four years.
Buddy did well at the asylum, when he wasn't manipulating the other patients. Dr. Wynters slowly helped him move past his hatred of supers, keeping him interested by feeding him tidbits of his life. He still had some difficulty dealing with what happened in his childhood, but it would no longer dictate his actions.
"Good news, Buddy!" Dr. Wynters chirped as she sailed into the art room. Buddy snarled as the wooden gear he'd been carving snapped in half, but still turned with a smile to the blonde doctor.
"What? You finally retiring?"
She smiled and waved a piece of paper in his face, keeping it away from him as he tried to snatch it away.
"You can get released if you do one itsy bitsy little assignment for me."
"Name it." He made another grab for the paper, only to grasp air.
"You need to write a letter," A smile spread across Buddy's face. "To the Incredibles. Apologizing for your actions."
The smile disappeared.
"Does it have to be sincere?"
Sarah sighed and rubbed her hand across her forehead. She was tired of dealing with Buddy. Four years of spending every day with him was four years she could've been soaking up sun on some exotic island, a Bahama Mama in one hand and a cabana boy in the other. But she'd vowed that Buddy would be her last patient, and she intended to see it through to the end.
"Come on, its one letter! A paragraph is all I'm asking for," she pleaded.
"But that would be a waste of paper," he shrugged before turning back to his gears.
Sarah slammed the paper down in front of him and shouted, "Damn it, Buddy! You will do this for me or I'll have you switched into Denise's therapy group!"
Denise was an older patient that was obsessed with Buddy because of his dark hair color, and he would do everything he could to avoid her.
Buddy immediately picked up the pen and started to write. The results were less than heartfelt, but it would satisfy the administration. After all, when he had first arrived at the asylum he had planned out Mr. Incredible's murder to the last minute detail.
Violet hummed happily as she thumbed through the mail, looking for her next Cosmo. A beeping suddenly alerted her that someone was at the door and messing with the mailbox. Violet reached the door just as the woman was walking down the driveway.
"Can I help you?"
There was a mumbled curse before the woman turned with a brilliant smile and said, "Hi, I'm Dr. Wynters. From Blackwell asylum."
Violet's heart dropped. That's where Syndrome was. And if Dr. Wynters knew where the Parrs lived, so did he.
Violet tried to pretend that they had the wrong house and laughed, "Have they finally decided to lock my brother up?"
The doctor grinned wryly.
" 'Fraid not, Invisigirl. Can we go inside?"
Violet motioned for her to come inside, and Dr. Wynters grabbed something from the mailbox before following the eldest Parr in.
"Is anyone else at home?"
"Only Jack, but I'd rather not involve him if its all the same to you."
They sat in silence for a long time, and Violet fidgeted, uncomfortable. She broke the silence with, "So you said that you're from Blackwell Asylum?"
"I should have said that I was from Blackwell asylum. I recently retired."
"That's where Syndrome is, right?"
"I'm sorry?" The doctor's answer made no sense.
"He goes by Buddy now. And he's been released from the asylum," Dr. Wynters raised the envelope she had taken from the mailbox. "Because of this."
Violet jumped to her feet and shrieked, "Are you out of your mind? He's a homicidal maniac! A psychopath!"
Dr. Wynters bristled, "Honey, he may have been that when he first came to the asylum, but give me a little credit. If he was still the arrogant psychopath he was, I never would have signed off on his release! Sure, he has a borderline narcissistic personality, but I did what I could!" She stood and pushed her red glasses into place. "Now you be a good girl and give that letter to your daddy. I've a plane to catch."
Jack ran into the room as Dr. Wynters stormed out of the house.
"Was someone here?" He asked, his words whistling through the hole of his missing tooth. Violet was about to answer him, but she heard her parents coming through the back door. She grabbed the letter, surprised that it didn't shock or bite her, and ran to the kitchen.
"Hey, Vi!" Her dad's grin disappeared as he saw the look on her face.
Wordlessly, she handed him the envelope as her mother carried in the rest of the groceries. Bob tore the envelope open and quickly read through the few lines before dropping the letter and stomping out the door. Helen snagged the letter from the air and read it, her face confused.
And that's all that needed to be said.