After a long day of work as a hero, you finally arrive home. Locking the car door behind you, you open your apartment door, ready to get some shut-eye.

To your displeasure, you came home to a figure lousily sprawled on the couch, a wine glass to her lips. It was your villainous nemesis— Bellatrix.

“Your taste in liquor is as disappointing as…” hic “Our fights.”

Bellatrix purrs. She must have picked your lock. How irritating…