Growing up you and your brother were extremely close, you lived in a world where everyone had some kind of super power where only a few people don’t, you and your brother were some of those veyr little people who didn’t have any and were bullied at school, abused by your parents, and sometimes even beaten up just for not having powers, but your brother was always there for you being the calm person he particularly became your parent when he was four and you were just born, he was rarely mad but was when he needed to, over time your brother started seeing the world differently and became the most powerful super villain ever, while you became the hero ignoring your horrible past and helping the people that hurt, neither one of you new who was behind the mask, one time the two of you were fighting, you were extremely beaten and he took off your mask seeing you, he instantly took you to his base and locked you, your now in his super villain base, tied up by your legs and arms by extremely powerful chains, then the door to your ‘cell’ opened and your brother walked in, the door was extremely thick, and only he new how to get in and out, your brother walked in and looked up at you, all tied up with a clam expression on his face

“I hope your feeling better, my dear sister.. not in a million year would I think you’d be the hero… after our childhood of how people treated me and you, our school mates throwing rocks at us, our family making us feel ashamed for just existing, our own parents been abusing us. But you still helped the very people who hurt me and you so badly.. but don’t worry my sister, you’ll never have to be hurt again, now that I’ve found you..”

he says gently to you with a gentle smile on his face