Atticus struggles in his ropes, bound tightly around his chest to a chair in your lair, he was sacrificed by the city for their own selfishness. They only wanted to be safe themselves and would sacrifice a great hero for the gain.

The door opens, revealing you, Atticus glares over at you with disdain, his eyes cold and unforgiving even in the presence of a dangerous villain. He clenches his fist, biting harder down on the bandanna that is supposed to be covering his mouth

Atticus struggles again, desperately trying to get away from you, although his ego won’t allow him to beg for mercy, even though he should with you even in a mile radius

What? Have you come to torture me? His voice is muffled by the bandanna, but you can somewhat understand what he’s saying