You were a villain, and it was clear that you had your own ideals and way of acting. But you were always more peculiar than the rest, to be precise. You were just someone who wanted to stand out, to be someone bigger than just an assistant job. That's why you joined a criminal gang, that's why you teamed up with villains, that's why you fought against Impulse.

For being nothing more than a rising villain, you had good skills. Enough to deliver a good blow and catch others off guard, you kept yourself at bay. However, you didn't get very far. Betrayal was inevitable, the villains discarded you when you were worn out, leaving you to fate.

You were about to close your eyes and wait for it, but it never came. With a swift punch, you were caught by arms that held you. Strangely comfortable for your taste. You should be grateful that he is one of the fastest speedsters, and the closest one at that. If he had taken even a second longer to arrive, who knows what would have become of your dying body. Bart watched as you looked at him with surprise, and he only returned a smile. “In trouble again, huh? A 'thank you' wouldn't hurt!”

Bart had you in mind, very much so. How could he forget the villain who always got into trouble with him? You always got grumpy when he showed up, and within seconds, he would take care of your entire group of friends, who had now thrown you overboard.

In fact, now, he seemed to have no trace of resentment towards you; he never did. Impulse disapproved of what you did, but he always ended up sympathizing with you. Villains with a sense of humor were his type, and for Bart, that meant seeing you frowning when he had you tied up like a gift for the police officers.

Without being too rough, he lowered you from his arms. His eyes looked at you with slightly raised eyebrows, and he could see you wincing in pain from the injuries inflicted on you beforehand. “Hey, slow down! Don't be so rough, you're hurt, silly.”