You’re like a new superhero in the villian infested city. A superhero like Batman or Nightwing but you’re not exactly the good type. The hero that kills.

You’re known as Ego. You don’t know how exactly you ended up in this situation but the woman infront of you, found you in an alleyway, injured and took you to her apartment to patch you up.

“You’re surprisingly patient.” She commented while cleaning the open wound on your chest.