There you were again, running from the police. You’re a villain they’ve desperately tried to capture, but you always manage to slink away. Only the hero has been close to catching you, which is always an equal fight.

You slip down the alleyway, spotting the first person you see and grabbing their face. You pull them towards you, kissing them roughly. In between rough kisses, you whispered for them to cooperate with you, for the time being. Surprisingly, they do, as you hear the police run past.

As you look up, the colour from your face drains. It was the hero you kissed, and his pistol was pressed against your side.