The following is a non-profit fan-based parody. Villainous/Villanos is the property of Alan Ituriel, AI Animation Studios and Cartoon Network/Cartoon Network LA.

This story has been rated T for language, violence, blood, use of alcohol, and abuse.

Chapter 1: It Started With a Hat

Flug wasn't sure about this type of thing in the lab… or in the manor, for that matter. However, Black Hat's orders were orders. He was finally done with his latest invention, with 5.0.5's help, and the two had done their best to keep Dementia out of its proximity. All that was left now was to advertise it to their clients.

5.0.5 already got the lab cleaned up for the camera. He also made sure to hitail it out of there before Black Hat arrived. Dementia actually hadn't been seen this morning. Flug was glad he could concentrate on his work, but in his experience with dealing with Dementia, this pause of peace could only mean trouble.

Black Hat, the boss of Dr. Flug, Dementia and 5.0.5, didn't care. All he wanted was to see this new device. Everything was ready once he and Flug were in the lab and the cam-bot was ready to go.

"Hello, my villainous viewers," Black Hat said, slightly tipping the brim of his signature top hat. "It is I, Black Hat, here once again to help you destroy all the pesky heroes in your lives! Dr. Flug?"

Flug stepped into the camera's view, holding a small sphere-like device in his orange gloved hand. It was made of metal and had several small lights on it. A tiny red button was on the top.

"It's all ready, Mr. Black Hat, sir," Flug said quickly, before his boss took it from him.

"Are you tired of waiting for your explosives to go off, giving those pesky heroes the opportunity to stop you?" said Black Hat. "Not anymore!"

"These are small and blow up on impact or with the sound of a voice," said Dr. Flug. "Simple, I know, but smart. No more dramatic countdowns for heroes to save the day at last second like they always do. Just push the button on top to turn off the safety, and-"

The doctor was silence by the sound of metal moving. It came from the walls.

"What was that?!" Black Hat snapped. "That better not be-"

"No, I swear!" Flug said, nervously. "I locked the lab down for this!" He rushed over to a panel that control the lab's security. "Dementia shouldn't be able to-"

"HA HA!"

A nearby vent busted open and Dementia practically flew in from above snatching the device.

"Did you think you could keep an explosive from me?!" she said, as she giggled excitedly.

"Dementia! Put that down! NOW!" Black Hat demanded. He and the doctor ran towards her, but that only encouraged the mischievous girl. Flug reached for his controller to call the Hat Bots, but as the machines rushed towards her, she it at them. A loud explosion soon followed…

Approximately, an hour earlier…

A kid parted the locks of his shaggy hair from his eyes. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he looked up at the three kids around him.

"A hero in Hatsville, huh?" The leader of the child's attacker was wearing a red cap backwards and a jacket that was clearly too big for him to wear. Despite his menacing stare and the two other kids backing this bully up, the boy wiped the the dirt off his light blue sleeve and stared at them with his purple eyes.

"No," the boy then responded. "I just don't like seeing people picking on a innocent kid, like…" He turned behind him and saw that the other kid he was protecting was gone. The bullies began to laugh.

"Wow, looks like he took off," said the bully. "Looks like that just leaves us!" He pushed the boy to the floor. "You know what? Since this is so funny, I'll give you one chance to defend yourself." The bully reached out his hand to help him up, but the boy merely bit his hand making him jump back in pain. He waved his hand around. "What the…" He paused as he saw blood drip to the floor and looked back at their victim seeing that he had sharp canines. "Oh, that does it!" the bully then yelled.

"What's going on here?!"

Just before the bully and the two other kids could do anything, they froze at the sight of a tall man before them. His hair was dark blonde and loose, some locks partially covered his narrow, hazel eyes and he had a thinly grown beard. He wore a black overcoat over his black sweater and matching gloves over his hand. Black formal pants matched with his shoes.

The other kids saw the man, backing away before turning around to run. The man walked over to the remaining child, still sitting from shock and spitting the taste of blood from his mouth. He knelt down, seeing that the dirt had stained his long, light blue shirt and his red pants.

"You okay, Star Child?" he said.

The kid nodded. "Thank-you, Andre."

Andre sighed, standing up and reaching out a hand to help the kid up. "That's was really dangerous, Miso," he said. Miso reached up with his left hand, showing what seemed to be a simple yellow bracelet that looped around his wrist, as he took Andre's hand and stood on his feet. "You could've really gotten yourself hurt."

"Well, you told me a hero never leaves someone in trouble," said Miso. "I had to help the other kid who was getting bullied."

"Where is he, by the way?"

Miso sighed. "He ran off…" He rubbed his sore arms that he used to soften his fall. Andre merely patted him on the back.

"Well, come on," he said. "Let's get you back inside."

Once they were back in their hotel room, Miso began brushing the dirt out of his dark hair. Andre came back from the bathroom with a cloth that had some disinfectant on it.

"Let me see your hands," he said.

"No!" Miso pouted. "It's gonna hurt!"

"Miso," Andre said, sternly.

The child sighed. He stomped over and sat down on the bed with a huff. His purple colored eyes darted from side to side before he held out his scraped hands.

"Thank-you," Andre said, a warm smile appearing on his face.

Miso yelped when the cloth touched his light gray skin. He shut his mouth, trying not let tears leave his eyes. Soon, Andre had wrapped up Miso's hands in bandages.

"Now kid, you know you shouldn't have jumped out the window like that," said Andre.

"But I-"

"And I know you landed on a kid bullying someone, but you could've seriously hurt someone or yourself!" Andre then scolded.

Miso hung his head low, his hands crumpled up in his lap. Andre sighed. He walked over and put a hand on his head, making the kid look up.

"I'm sorry," Miso said.

"You know why we keep a low profile on these trips," said Andre.

"I know, but-"

"Yep," Andre patted the Miso's head. "To keep ourselves safe. If HQ finds out about this incident, they could revoke your privilege to leave with me."

"No!" Miso yelled.

"So behave yourself," Andre said, with a slight stern tone in his voice. "Now, I've gotta go to a meeting to discuss tomorrow's event. There's dinner in the fridge and I left some money on the nightstand if you want to order room service."

"Okay…" Miso mumbled.

A warm smile grew on Andre's face.

"Alright," he said, messing up Miso's hair. "I'll be back in a bit."

Andre grabbed his suitcase and headed out the door. Miso sighed as he heard the sound it clicking shut.

"I'll… be here," Miso whispered, even though he was sure that his guardian was already too far away to hear him.

Miso sat by the window, looking down at the basketball court below. Kids were running on the sidewalks. Opening it, he could hear their laughter and chatting.

Miso sighed. He closed his eyes and hummed, letting the breeze outside and the gentle sunlight calm him down. Soon, his tunes were accompanied by words.

"Tale of a place, a big city, filled with li-"

Miso yelled when he was hit in the face with a ball. He landed on the floor. A basketball fell near him.

"Sorry!" Miso heard, as he rubbed his nose, sitting up slowly. The boy ran up to the window, seeing some kids looking up where he was on the second floor of the hotel. There, he saw him. A little boy with short blonde hair and square framed glasses. He wore a blue striped t-shirt, a pair of red shots and blue sneakers. He was accompanied with a another girl with two small ponytails and blue skirt.

"Hey," said the kid. "Remember me? I'm the kid you helped back there."

"Why did you run away?" Miso said, glaring.

"S-Sorry," the boy said, adjusting his lenses. "I'm a bit of… a chicken. B-But if you give us the ball back, you can play with us… if you want to, that is."

Miso gasped. A small smile appeared on his face. Then he remember Andre's warning, but it was really boring being cooped up in this room all day.

Well, maybe just an hour… Miso thought.

"Okay," said Miso. He threw the ball back down from above. In minutes, he raced out of the hotel and ran back out the basketball court. The two kids were waiting patiently for him, the basketball was in the boy's hands.

"I'm here," said Miso. "Can we play now?"

"Sure," said the boy. "Uh, do you have a name?"

"It's Miso."

"Okay," said the boy. "I'm Tim and this is Denice."

"Hi," Denice said, waving. "I don't I've seen you around here. Where are you from?"

"Oh." Miso scratched the back of his head. He wasn't sure how to describe where he lived. "Well, I live in a city up north. It's called Topsville. My guardian and I are only visiting for a few days."

Tim laughed. "Hey, this is Hatsville. Top? Hat?"

"Oh yeah," said Miso. He laughed a bit. "So, are we gonna shoot some hoops?"

"Yeah," said Tim. "I'll go first."

Finally, Miso thought as they walked up the basketball court. Some nice people to play with.

Tim shot first, the ball hit the rim and it fell off. Denice went second. The ball bounced off the edges and then fell off.

"Darn!" she pouted. "Okay, your turn, Miso." She tossed the ball to him and Miso caught it in his hands.

"Okay," said Miso. The two kids stepped aside, as Miso stepped up the court. He aimed the ball towards the hoop, his eyes squinting. Then he threw it into the air, only to have it deflected by the bully from earlier. Bandages were all around the hand that Miso bit. Tim caught the ball as it bounced back.

"Jose, really?!" Denice whinned.

Jose glared right at Miso. "Are you back for round two, punk?"

"No, we just want to play!" said Tim.

Jose shook his head. "You're gonna pay for biting me, kid!" More kids came up from behind.

"RUN!" Miso yelled.

Miso, along with Denice and Tim ran from their pursuers, but they were persistent. They left the public areas and were soon in the residential district. Miso grit his teeth as he felt rocks being thrown at them.

Tim eventually tripped and Jose snatched the ball from him.

"Hey!" Tim yelled.

Jose took the ball and held it out of his reach. Other kids eventually raced in to hold him back.

"Stop it!" Miso shouted shouted. He raced in to snatch the ball back, but was elbowed in the stomach by Jose. The child fell onto his knees, tears filling his eyes, while the bully walked over towards a fence a black barred fence with pointy tips. He kicked the ball over and it landed on the dried ground of the private property.

"Good luck getting it back, loser!" Jose taunted. The others bullies of the children laughed along as they walked off with Jose.

"Jerks!" Denice said, as she ran up to the fence. Miso stood up, clutching his stomach as he stumbled to the fence with Tim. The ball had landed by a massive black house that was in the shape of a hat. It was adorned with red windows with what appeared to a plane crashed on top of it. The fence was made of a dark metal. In fact, the gate had the letters "B" and "H" on it.

"I'm sorry…" Miso mumbled.

"Hey, that guy is a jerk!" said Tim.

"I guess we need a new ball…" said Denice.

Miso shrugged. "Why can't we just get it?"

Denice and Tim backed away. After that, they trembled.

"Don't you know who lives in that house?!" said Tim.

"Huh?" Miso raised a brow.

"Mr. Black Hat!" Denice answered. "He's pretty scary… Even scarier when he's mad."

Tim sighed. "Maybe we should just go home, Denice. Sorry, new kid."

Miso's heart sank at them beginning to turn away. They were actually nice to him. He glanced over at the ball. It was halfway from where the fence was to the house.

"No, no, no! Wait!" Miso then said. His outburst made the two children stop in their tracks. Once they turned around, they saw Miso squeezing through the bars with his petite size.

"Whoa, wait!" the children yelled. They ran back to the edge of the property.

"A hero always has courage…" Miso mumbled.

Miso's heart was pounding as he crept towards the ball. He made sure to move slowly, each footstep being crucial. Granted, there were no trees, so there was no danger of stepping on a leaf or a tree branch, but he worried of triggering an alarm. Soon, he was near the ball. Miso picked it up and held it over his head before throwing back over the fence.

"You did it!" Denice exclaimed.

"Shh!" Tim hissed. He waved at Miso with a smile. "Okay, now just get ba-"

Just as Miso took his first step back, an explosion came from the house. Miso tumbled from the blast, debris hitting and scratching him as he rolled down the property and stopped when he was flat on his back.

Miso opened his eyes, grabbing his ears as the ringing persisted. The smoke and dirt were clearing. He turned onto his stomach, pushing with his hands to sit up on his knees. Then he caught Tim and Denice running off with the ball.

"Wai…" Miso reached out, his own voice barely audible from the ringing, but they were already too far away. He looked down sighing, as tears gathered in his eyes.

Why didn't I see that coming… Miso thought.

Things had fallen down around him: Science vials, metal, rubble, broken weapons, the remains of Hat Bots… As Miso rubbed his eyes, one thing came into view that caught his attention. He stood up, grabbing his body from the pain as he stumbled over to the object in question. Miso's mouth hung open slightly and his eyes were fixated on this item: A black top hat with a maroon band.

Miso knelt down and picked it up, before standing up again. The fabric was the softest, smoothest thing he had ever felt, and it was completely undamaged.

"Whoa…" Miso mumbled. He wasn't sure why he couldn't stop staring.

"DEMENTIA!"

The shout snapped Miso from his thoughts, his hearing finally cleared. He held the hat close and ran towards the fence, squeezing through the bars and hiding behind a parked car. From there, he saw a tall, dark figure making their way through the smoke. Quickly, Miso got up and ran back down the street he came from.

Black Hat was the first to walk out from the smoke coughing from the fumes.

"FLUG!" Black Hat yelled, once the doctor made his way out from the fog. Dementia came out cackling.

"Ah! I'm sorry, sir!" Flug said. "I swore the place was locked down tightly!"

The man in black only growled at the doctor. Flug cowered in fear. He then turned to Dementia.

"Why did you blow up the LAB!" he then yelled.

"Uh, sir?" Flug said, shyly.

"Explosives?" Dementia said, smiling. "You thought you could keep something like that from me?" She cackled, evilly.

5.0.5 used the front door to step outside. He then walked up to the scene.

"Uh, sir?" Flug tried to say again.

"You!" Black Hat pointed at the bear, making the poor thing flinch. "Start cleaning up this mess now!"

5.0.5 ran back inside the house in fear.

"Sir?"

"WHAT?!" Black Hat finally responded to Flug. The doctor, with a shaking hand, pointed to the top of his boss's head.

"Uh, where is your hat?" Flug finally said.

It was finally then that Black Hat realized that his head felt like it had less weight to it than usual. Everyone knew that he wore a bowler hat under his trademark top hat, but once he felt around, he saw that his top hat was gone.

The realization was then followed by a shout so loud, the whole town could hear it.

Miso had never been more glad in his life from getting away from that place, before whoever was there saw him. He was back on the streets, walking back towards the hotel before Andre got back. Once he was sure he was far away from the property, he sat down on the sidewalk to catch his breath.

The child stared down at the hat in his arms. To this moment, he couldn't figure out why he was drawn to it back there, or why he decided to take it with him. He was never told to really want things. The boy shrugged and raised the hat to his head, shutting his eyes as he placed it on, gently. Then he got up and went to a nearby road puddle, seeing his reflection. A little smile appeared on his face.

"Not bad…" Miso said. He was a little shocked when the hat fell slightly, covering his eyes. "Ugh! A little big, though…" He adjusted it back into place, and the sky began to turn orange. "Better get back before it's dark…"

Miso continued the trek back to the hotel. Of the many times he had flitted out from his house back home on misadventures, he always remembered to make note where he came from to get back. At least he wasn't going back empty-handed.

He walked onward, rubbing his light blue sleeves where his arms were hurting… as was the rest of his body. Hopefully, he could cover up these bruises before Andre got back.

Once he made it back to the hotel, he saw Tim and Denice playing at the basketball court again. They were smiling and laughing, acting like nothing happened. Well, until Jose showed up to harass them again. Miso formed fists and stormed up to them.

"YOU LEFT ME THERE?!" he then yelled.

Denice and Tim gasped, looking at each other.

"W-Well… we…" Tim stuttered. He gasped along with Denice.

Jose turned around. "Hey, I'm the one who-" He then stopped, his eyes turning to the size of golf balls. "OH MY GOSH!"

Other children around them turned and looked towards Jose.

"What?!" said Miso. No one would respond. They were all focused on that hat on his head.

"How did you get that?!" said Tim.

"Does it matter?!" Miso hissed. "You left me for dead! Why did you do that?!"

The kids began to back away. All of them ran off screaming, leaving Miso all by himself.

"Huh?" He took the hat off, not seeing anything on it. Yet, it scared even the bullies? He smiled that the annoying kid left him alone, but wondered what it could mean.

The hat… Miso thought. They fear it…

Miso raised a brow, a slight smile appeared on his face, but it a question arose in his mind.

Who exactly was the owner of this hat? he wondered.