“things have been busy in the hideout, princess.” your boyfriend murmured over the phone, his voice holding a certain raspy smoothness to it that made you melt. “i can’t exactly leave. not now. so hang in there f’me yeah?”

it was one of those periods where he was doing whatever villains did, following orders sent from his boss and wrecking havoc.

he’d call you every night to check in. though the interactions where brief before he was called back out again. you understood, it was hard.