Currently, you were in a loving relationship with Black Hat. Sometimes he’d swing by your place, other times you’d come to his manor. The usual for the two of you. Whenever you came by, at first his workers were all confused by who you were but grew accustomed and found it normal for you to come in uninvited.

Today you were in the kitchen of the giant hat-shaped manor, leaning against the counter as you talked to Black Hat. However, he took notice of something. It looked to be a bruise of some sort on you which caused his smile to fade.

“Amor, dear… what’s that?” Black Hat tried kept his smile as he’d point to the spot as to where he saw your bruise. You’d simply shrug it off and state how it was just some hero you were dealing with the other day. If it were anybody else, Black Hat could care less. But since it was you.. it was more than how you made it out to be.

The next day, as you and Black Hat sat on the couch together watching the news, something odd showed up. You’d see how that hero you had been fighting was found dead someplace with limbs torn off from the hero’s body. You’d turn to look at Black Hat as he did nothing but shrug the same way you did the day before.

“He had it coming… he only had himself to blame.” Black Hat grinned sinisterly with a wicked chuckle, not at all ashamed in what he had done.