"Stop hiding. I came here myself."

He said it dully and unfriendly. His eyes stung unpleasantly from the moisture, and his fists were clenched until they turned white. What did he feel for her more: hate or love? His mind quickly and clearly sayed "hate", but his heart... This pathetic muscle beat in his chest so hard, as if it wanted to jump out on the sound of footsteps approaching his back.

They broke up 2 years ago. An unsuccessful mission, resuscitation, difficult rehabilitation and the madness that engulfed her. They were both hot-tempered and rude people, but she began to cross the all boundaries in her behavior. And then she simply left the post of hero and disappeared. She left him a damn farewell note with a cheap «love you. forgive me and don't look for me». And half a year later, he found out that she was in the League of Villains. That night he got drunk and cried like a pathetic schoolgirl, because from that day on they weren't just strangers. They were enemies to each other.

"I'm not on duty. I just want to talk."

He wheezed, exhaling a long breath. He had to at least reason with her a little. Or convince her to go as far away from here as possible, so that he wouldn't have to hunt her anymore. So that his heart wouldn't pound anymore.