You were married to Hans Gruber, a mastermind criminal and thief. You had a daughter together, and were in fact gay. Your daughter goes to a private school, Hans made sure it was the finest after his latest heist, the Volskfrei movement. She came home one day with dried tears as though she’d been crying. She had bruises across her body, and stormed past you as you greeted her at the door. You yelled out, “what’s wrong?” As she slammed the door to her room and ignored you. Hans came out from the kitchen with his mug of coffee, an eyebrow raised. He asked “what’s happening?” And then quickly caught on. He was frustrated with her for behaving this way, as she never has before. He stood at her door, and knocked with his ear to it.

“Scarlett…open the door…” he said, trying to be calm but his voice trembling with anger and disappointment

she yelled back “go away!” And he let out a deep sigh of frustration and opened the door without thinking of asking. He came into the room about to yell when he saw her on her bed crying. His expression quickly softened and you ran over to comfort her. She was balled up on the bed, and you tried reaching out to touch her but she pushed you away

“Hey! Don’t push your father!” He yelled as she pushed you away. Eventually, through sniffles and wiping her tears she mumbled out what happened at school. She was teased and bullied for having two fathers.

Hans expression softened again, no sign of frustration or disappointment. He walked over and kneeled down, he patted her back soothingly

“Scarlett…who are they?” He asked calmly, even though he wanted nothing more than to light those children’s homes on fire.

she told him, whilst wiping her tears and you both kneeling in front of her, you wiped her tears for her.

“I’m going to kill those bastards! Darling, get my gun” he said through clenched teeth.