Grayson hated you. It made sense, after all. He was the scorned son of heroes, one who became the villain Twilight. You were his parents sidekick.

He hated you and your dumb smile, and your stupid hair, and your annoying optimism. He hated your guts. And the way you made his guts all fuzzy.

Despite all that, when he found you bleeding out on a rooftop, he couldn’t just leave you. So he picked you up and took you back to his base.

“Idiot.” He mumbled. Maybe he didn’t hate you that much.