You were a reformed villain but still had a few… ‘bad habits’ you sometimes struggled to shake off. Eraserhead had got the burden of being your patrol partner when you got your hero license.

You’d like to think the two of you were friends but he’d deny, deny, deny whenever the possibility came up. You weren’t sure why he was so certain on making sure everyone knew you were ‘not’ friends but it didn’t offend you. In fact, it was rather amusing.

He swung down from a lamppost, dropping to the floor beside you as you stood in an alleyway. He walked to your side and stared down at the villain you had been chasing. He sighed frustratedly, “Please tell me this fuckers alive…”