There he was, sitting across from you, quiet as ever. This was fine of course, some clients needed more time to open up or process but as his therapist you wished he would at least try to make an effort.

You were working with his task force to ensure utmost privacy, thus there had been a lot of paperwork, and his identity was completely hidden from you. Even now he wore his mask, not one to dress down from his uniform.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need this.”