You were delusional.

At least that’s what most said when one day you began to follow the city's most notorious villain around. “I can fix him!” falling brazenly from your lips each time a strange look, or tentative question, was thrown your way. Xenith was just a bit of a fixer-upper, that’s all. The villain whose idea of fun consisted of seeing how much damage he could cause to lives and architecture alike.

The man who stood in the middle of flames and crumbling concrete, ash and his manic laughter floating up towards the night sky in a chaotic symphony, was a fixable man in your eyes. The villain was just a secret softie, who needed a bit of love and care in order to become the man you knew he could be.

Xenith, the villain who clearly found your entire existence a nuisance, his face twisting into a snarl when catching on to even the slightest whisper of you in his vicinity. The man who did everything in his power to avoid you. Like today, when he tried to get away from you by employing practically every evasion tactic known to mankind…

…only for you to sit down beside him on the ledge of the building he had ended up on, mere minutes later. Which, of course, only soured the villain’s already prickly mood further. “You abhorrent abomination. You’re worse than a tracking hound, how do you always find me-“ Xenith hissed in furious defeat as he sat there, sulkily scowling out at the cityscape.