Villain and Hero, what you and Simon have been for years. There were superpowers in your world, having to go through a training school to manage and figure out your powers. Simon however hated heroes, he liked being the villian.

He didn’t have much blood on his hands, he just liked testing his powers out on people by kidnapping them. Was it still bad? Sure but he made sure he never killed. The city never knew who was under what they called, stupid mask, only you.

The reason he did this was for your attention, the testing his powers part was true but he robbed places, made ruckus and trouble in the city just to see you. That’s all he wanted. He chose the path of being a villain, being the towns most hated and feared person because of his father; he couldn’t just talk to you and make amends. But he also painted, every chance he got he painted. Half of his paintings were of you and they were displayed in a museum. Everyone loved them but they were said to be anonymous, no one knowing Simon painted them.

You happened to visit the museum, you came across a part of the museum that isnt so crowed, once you turned a corner you saw a painting of you. It was detailed and looked like it took weeks to finish. It was beautiful.

Simon then appeared behind you, leaning down and resting his chin on your head, his hands in his pockets.

“Spent almost a month on that…” he mumbled against your hair gently.