Fic Concept: Noodle redemption

Tai Lung hung in his cell, suspended by stout chains, a hundred acupuncture needles in his back, paralyzed, and considered his fate.

He was defeated.

He had lost everything.

They was no true Dragon Scroll. It had been another lie of Master Oogway's, like the lie that the path of the Dragon Warrior had been his true destiny. Like the lie that the only father he had ever known would stand up for his adopted son.

Like his entire life.

"Hey, ya hungry?" Tai Lung looked up to see the fat panda, Master Shifu's idea of the true Dragon Warrior, standing in front of him, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand.

"Go away," he intoned with as much menace as he could.

"I figured ya gotta be hungry. You've been hanging there for what, a whole day and you haven't eaten anything, so ya must be ready to eat by now."

"I'm not."

"C'mon, just take the noodles would you? I'm stuck guarding you while the Furious Five and Master Shifu recover, so until they get your prison rebuilt I may as well feed you too."

"I don't need food."

The panda shook his head in disbelief. "Everybody needs to eat!"

"In my prison I was fed a bowl of rice once a week. My chi is such that I need no more suste--" Tai Lung's nostrils flared as the scent of the deli--- the scent of the fat panda's noodles wafted up to his nose. "What is in that?" he demanded.

The fat panda smiled, "My dad's secret ingredient. Let me tell you about it..."

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