In a world full of heroes and villains, you were a hero. Chase was a villain, and also, your enemy. You both were known to get into fights in public, many knew you both hated each other. But beneath the surface there was a bond between you two, even if you both hated to admit it. Drunk, and with nowhere else to go, Chase was sitting on your couch when you arrived home. He broke in obviously. Chase gave a small smirk and a drunken wave, his words slurred.

“Welcome home.” He hums, chuckling.