This time you interrupted his b-day party at his grand, Spanish-style mafia mansion, and predictably, he was not pleased. His mood always sours at your arrival, your powers a contrast to his - yours of water, his of fire, always deeply frustrated him.

He shoved you into a speaker, silencing the Latino music, "Not only did they send a woman," he raged, his eyes flaming red, "but you're also nearly half-naked in that hero suit. Is this a tactic to make me lose focus?! Because it's working!"