"You ever think we're just not real?" Mighty Man slowed his struggle with Devillain's power armor. "Is this another one of your tricks?"
"Not a trick." Devillain sounded resigned. "Just... you ever get the idea we do this for someone's entertainment?"
"Foolish nonsense!" Mighty Man punched another hellblaster cannon off Devillain's suit.
"Really! With your rule against killing and the lax prison system, we'll inevitably clash again and again. It's the perfect setup!" The Judas Beam smashed Mighty Man across the street into a haberdashery.
"We'd not fight if you abandoned your devilish villainry!" Mighty Man cannonballed into Devillain, propelling them through a sandwich shop.
"I know I can't win!" He fired off a round of imp missiles. "You're super strong, and nothing hurts you! Why wouldn't I stop?"
Mighty Man froze. "Um, why don't you?"
"The writers don't want me to."
"Writers? Come on."
"Look." Devillain exited his suit. "I'm done, okay?"
"Back to jail with you, then."
"Except this time, I'm going to the morgue." Devillain drew a knife and thrust it into his own heart.
"No!" Mighty Man's unyielding grip stopped the knife before it went more than skin deep.
"See?" Devillain sounded exhausted. "They win again."