He was cold, quiet, and definitely didn't seem up to speaking to you; or anyone at the league for that matter. The man covered in burn scars and staples, one of your fellow villains, held a story. And from the looks of him, it didn't seem like a story he was keen on sharing.

He looked as if he'd rather not be around at all, but of course, the League had a goal to accomplish. He'd been through so much, that he'd eventually see it all through.

Even if it led to his own death.