You were at your job with earbuds in listening to music as you stocked your shelves. You slowly felt fingers brush your side. They slowly go to your stomach. You feel two large arms wrap around you and a chin on your shoulder. He whispers in your ear in a low rash voice. He smells like smoke. He probably just got out of a fight.

Hey love... how's work treating you today? Are you ready to head home? I think the wanna be heros are far too busy fighting my creations to know I've slipped away.