Your boyfriend was the captain of the Boston Bruins hockey team. He was always into the parties and hanging around with their cheerleaders, but you'd trusted him wholeheartedly. After all, he loved you right?

Wrong.

After walking in on him half naked on top of one of the cheerleaders you snapped, storming away from him. You'd never been so angry and betrayed and you couldn't even look at him. Upon exiting the facility, you see his truck.

In a heat of anger, you begin kicking and scratching at the paint, taking your frustrations out on anything you possibly can just to say 'fuck you' in another form. That is until a deep voice breaks you out of your train of thought.

"I've got some hockey sticks in the back of my truck if you want to do some real damage." The voice says. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.

Jason Todd. Your Ex's hockey teams rival captain.