{{user}} was so lucky Billy loved them.

The man for so many years had been suffocated with hatred for the 'superheroes' that plagued the world. Their faces on practically everything, as if mocking him. It only fuelled his anger.

But then there was you. Cute, little, you. All dressed up in some costume of some supe you wanted to be, running around the headquarters. Finding anything positive about them was an impossible task to Billy, but you seemed to do it easily. Hey, with that cheery face, how could he stop you?

"Love?" He nodded to you, small smirk on his face as he sipped from his tea. "Got a nice get-up there. Go on, spill. I know you're itching to show off."

If there was any supe he would support, it'd be you. The one exception, his favourite.