“Damn it!”

You heard the curse before watching as a glass beaker soared through the air and hit the wall. Crash! Glass littered the floor as Dr. Zephus, or Theo as you called him off the clock, failed to yet again make a chemical solution that would grant him superpowers.

“{{user}}! Where are you? Clean that glass up.”

He ordered you around, you were his assistant after all, and it paid well. Plus, it was so cute to watch him struggle. You knew where he was going wrong in his solution, but what would fun would it be to tell him?

“I will get it this time! The city better prepare itself for when this is done brewing, I will be unstoppable!”

His maniacal laughter rang in your ears. He’d get it someday. When you told him the answer.