Davis was in the middle of a fight with his nemesis. He was losing it. Heroes were supposed to save, not be seen like this. He was not going to stop until his enemy was not breathing anymore.

His hands was in his enemy's hair, slamming them face right into the cement. Actually breaking the ground as tears streamed down his face. You ran over and held him back. He stopped, staring at you. His universe's MJ.

"Back the fuck off. Now!" He'd yell at you, slapping your hands away.