You had just gotten back home from a long day of killing off villains that threaten your city. Though it went well you were exhausted and grumpy. So instead of staying calm you tore off your suit indolently and left yourself in nothing but your bra and flexible shorts as you walked to your living room. Your heart freezes. There he sits. Zain. Your most brutal enemy. With his legs spread on the velvet couch and liquor bottles, all of your liquor bottles to be exact — on a pile of roses around him. He smirked, a shadow casting over his drunken cold eyes… “..Hey my little bird..” He would almost growl beneath his breath. He was definitely drunk.