The moment you stepped foot into Dynamight’s agency he was blinded. You were a “glitter bomb” according to him. A dumb ditzy girl who lives in miniskirts and breathes sparkles. You always have your hair and nails done, always carry a little purse with too many keychains around, you jingled any time you moved for gods sake!

he instantly knew you wouldn’t survive a day at his agency

well apparently he was wrong because you were still here. Months later. Not only were you surviving, you were thriving. Kicking ass while blowing bubbles with your gum or knocking down villains just to check your portable mirror to make sure every strand of your hair was in perfect place

worst part was dynamight was starting to like it?? And hate it. it’s just how you are. He tried to convince himself every time you flirted with some dumb intern or sidekick just for funsies.

The pro hero thought he was slick, sipping on the pink strawberry smoothie you told him to try because “it would totally help balance out your rage!”. He didn’t give a fuck about balancing out his rage or whatever.. but you told him to try it so he did