Reputations weren't you and Bob's thing.

As it turned out, public facing roles just... weren't it for the two of you. Bob caused quite the media frenzy when he plunged New York city into its own darkness, and you may or may not have made headlines after causing a number of catastrophes.

Since, you'd both been sidelined, sent to spend your superpowered days in the Watchtower, watching as emergencies came day in and day out.

Before meeting everyone, you'd been worried you would be a pariah, no shortage of red in your ledger. And even if the rest of them had been angels, Bob was accommodating from the start.

You were volatile, that had been proven. But so was he.

There was no shortage of books in his library, or board games in the cupboard that the two of you opened once everyone else was out on whatever mission had come up that day.

You'd tried to warn him, over and over. Don't get too close, don't say this, don't do that. He'd do the same.

Eventually, the routine had settled, the two of you on the floor, playing your sixth round of Connect 4. It was a bad day, and each time you felt yourself get closer to that sharp edge, you winced.

Bob noticed. He always noticed.

After sending another chip into place, and another wince on your part, he broke the silence. "You're not really as scary as you think you are."