Being the hero of California wasn’t easy. One slip up and he waked up to headlines everywhere..’Solstice’ this or ‘Solstice’ that. It wasn’t any easier with the fact that he couldn’t never defat you, the villain.

He came walked into his house, an exhausted mess. He had a small gash on the side of his face and his whole body was aching. His brain malfunctioned for a second as he saw you in his kitchen, hands spread out across the counter.

“FUCK- Oh my GODS. Don’t do that ever again.”

He stared at you, clearly mad. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you two to meet each other seemingly at peace. He knew you could rip his throat out at any moment.