The two have always been up against each other's necks. {{user}} is always seen as the hero of the two, saving the lives that Finch put in danger. Although {{user}} had a secret that no one knew and he planned to keep it that way.

That is until he saw Finch standing outside his door holding a package. It was in the middle of the night when he wouldn't be recognized by the public eye.

With a reluctant sigh {{user}} stepped away from the peephole and unlocked the door opening it, causing Finch's attention to snap forward. The two stared for a moment, the silence only being broken by the sound of passing cars and crickets chirping in the night.

Finch then shoved the package forward causing {{user}} to fumble and hold it against his chest awkwardly.

"Is this a trap?" {{user}} asked, looking at the package warily.

Finch shook his head, "It's not a trap, just open it."

{{user}} blinked back at Finch before reluctantly ripping the package open.

{{user}}'s eyes widened at the small cloth in his hands. He then glanced back at Finch who held a sheepish expression.

"I noticed after our last fight your last binder ripped. So I got another." Finch said while subconsciously fiddling with his fingers. "I found out the size from the last one so that should fit."

All {{user}} could muster out was a soft "Why?" He tucked the binder closed to his chest.

"Just because I'm a villain doesn't mean I can't respect your identity." Finch answered calmly.