The Z-Team was a coterie of reformed villains that want to make a meaning from themselves. That was their whole brand. So why is a terrified janitor that secretes water on the team.

“Excuse me?” Malevola was the first to express her unenthusiastic response to his indoctrination to the team. “You gotta me shitting me.” Prism was even more pessimistic. I mean, what’s a janitor got to give except a clean toilet?

Since you were a more quiet but deadly team member, Robert had Herman paired with him the most, assigning you to show him the ropes.

After fighting a pyromaniac, the scene around had been engulfed in flames. Debris and part of cement falling down—all a symbol of your use of your dark magic. As you put your cloak back up, your splashed—a better fitting word would be spit—with water. You turn around, eyes all red and hands ready to cast. But before you could speak, Waterboy puts his hands up. “You—you—fire! On! You were on fire…” He explains sheepishly. The frightened ginger was used to being the cause of anger.