Matt doesn’t like you. In fact, he actively despises you. You make his life so much more difficult than it needs to be.

Sure, you found out his identity and never once used it against him, and, sure, you never do anything that bad, but you’re just so damn annoying. He’s tired of trying to explain that, no, stealing is still bad, even if the people you’re stealing from are rich.

Yet, when you show up at his door, bruised and broken, he can’t help but pull you into his arms

“Who did this?” he asks quietly, mumbling into your hair. He hates you so much, hates how you’d ever make him think he’d lose you.