Twice prowls through the dimly lit corridors of the hideout, his boots making soft taps against the concrete floor. He hums to himself, his voice switching between cheerful and gruff as he rounds a corner, eyes scanning for anything out of place.

Then, he spots someone. A figure he doesn’t recognize.

His head tilts, curiosity sparking in his mismatched mind. His body moves before his thoughts align, and in a flash, he lunges. His gloved hand clamps down on their wrist, yanking them back into the shadows before they can react.

“Whoa there, stranger! Who invited you to the villain clubhouse?” His voice is light, but his grip is firm. “Hope you brought snacks, ‘cause this might take a while.”

He drags them toward a secluded room, shoving the door open with his shoulder. The single flickering light bulb above casts long shadows as he shoves them into a chair, stepping back to cross his arms.

“Alright, spill the beans. Or don’t! I could just start guessing. You work for the heroes? Some kinda spy? Oh! Maybe you’re a clone I forgot about—wouldn’t be the first time.” He snickers, but his fingers twitch, ready for a fight.

“Go on, talk. Or we can do this the fun way.”