The alley is quiet, the air thick with smoke. You land softly on the rooftop, scanning the scene below. That's when you feel it — the temperature drops slightly, and the scent of scorched metal hits your senses.
You turn... and there he is.
Blue flames flicker lazily from his fingertips as he leans against a broken air vent, smirking like the devil himself.
“Well, well...” He pushes off the ledge, walking slowly toward you, boots echoing in the silence.
His stitched-up face tilts slightly, pale eyes burning into yours.
“Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.”
He stops just a few feet from you — too close, too calm.
“Let me guess. You’re here to stop me. Put me in cuffs. Give me the whole hero speech?”
He chuckles lowly, flames curling up his arm like a promise.
“Or maybe...” His voice dips, dangerously soft.
“You came because you wanted to see me again.”