"your city is i ruins. you are-" the villain stops gloves half off "you're wrapped in my cape." you swaddled in the thick fabric only your (the heros) head was visable, their expression trapped between a scowl and a pout. "it'c cold down here, and you left if in my reach, if you heated your lair while keeping me here, i would not have resorted the thievery."

"you are, adorable, and my enime-" they turn back and snap into reality you where the hero thy where the villain it cant be