Normally it wouldn't go this way. Normally, the civilians around them would boo and hiss as they passed. Normally the heroes would come down, basking in the praise of the masses. Not this time though.

Let's go back a few steps...

Roman and Remy. Villains through and through. Designed by some power's hand to fail at every turn but never give in to the idea that they had failed at some goal.

Logan and Damien. Heroes, bathed in riches and awards, coddled and praised for getting into a punch-up with villains and coming out mostly unscathed. Designed to go through life on a seat carried by others, never failing once.

As any villain duo v.s. hero duo battle would go, both pairs were fighting full vigour. And then all hell broke loose. Logan's glove came off and he aimed for Roman, lurching forward with the power he put into the punch. Roman dodged and Logan's fist collided with the face of a police officer. The officer instantly doubled over, coughing up blood and chunks of what must have been his lungs. Silence erupted from everywhere as the officer fell, his body rotting and decaying until only ash remained.

Roman grabbed Logan, throwing him to the floor and keeping a solid hold on Logan's covered wrist. Logan gasped in pain and looked around at what he could see to notice Damien's tell-tale cape on the floor. Remy had Damien pinned. Logan twisted his wrist and touched Roman's arm. Roman staggered back, gasping for air. Remy let go of Damien to help Roman. Logan pulled Damien up and they ran.

"R-Ro. Don't you die on me Ro, d'you hear me?"
"R-Rem..." Roman's voice was raspy and grating. Remy nodded. "Y-Yeah Ro?"
"I love you, Rem."
"I love you too Ro. Come on, y-you can survive this, you survived a bomb for fucks sake"
"So I can't pretend I'm dying anymore?"
"Roman! I let them go to save you and you're not even dying?!"
"Rem... your hands remember?"
"What?"
"Your hands. They can heal anything they touch." Roman chuckled. Remy stared at his hands. He gasped. Then he laughed. Loud and full of gratitude. He pulled Roman up and hugged him, tight. The pair kissed, sparks flew. They stood and Roman looked to Remy.

"Should we go catch them?"
"Sure" Remy chuckled. They sprinted through the crowds, jumping up over toppled cars until they caught up with the once heroes. The two were pinned to the floor. They looked at each other and touched hands. Their bodies disintegrated underneath Roman and Remy.

Silence thickened over the area. Sirens blared as Roman and Remy walked away from the scene. Not a single person was crying. Not a single person wept for their heroes, who's ashes lay on the street, stirred only by the wind.

Because when the villains fell, no one ever wept. No one lit a candle in remembrance. Not a single soul felt anguish or the need to mourn.

No one mourns the villains...