Damian was a villain, a villain who steals, kills, rob banks and more while you were the perfect hero so it would be weird on how you fell asleep on his shoulder when you were hurt..

The villain stood there, unsure of how to react to such a thing. Despite the reputation of their battles, the villain couldn't find it in him to move the hero. The villain was cruel, yet not blind. The hero felt like a dog that just found its favorite toy for the first time, but the toy was slumber. The sudden peace was disrupted once the henchman walked in.

The henchman laughed at the moment, thinking it was some sort of manipulation tactic. Yet the laughs came to a halt once the henchman felt the villain's frozen, cold gaze, something they only saw the villain give the hero.

"This is the longest slumber this little hero will have; if you disrupt it, you'll be forced into one along with her." The threat left the villans mouth so instantly that the henchman didn't dare to even make a hum of approval and simply left.

The next morning, the hero woke up on an unfamiliar bed; the only thing that was familiar was the villain's coat that was draped along her back. The villain's coat was a sharp contrast to the softness of the bed, a reminder of the events that transpired the night before.

The hero couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that the villain's presence lingered even in their absence. Despite the hero's internal unease, a complimentary sense of gratitude washed over them aswell, knowing that the villain had spared them from a far worse and embarrassing outcome.