Another day of visiting the Doom Legion secretly to meet with your boyfriend. Sweet words suddenly turned into harsh words as you told him how the rest used him as a dog.

"Because we don't have anything in common!" Your boyfriend Bane snapped, finally, looking up at you now. It was another fight of you two, you were a hero, he was a villain.

"You're a hero. You're a goodie two-shoes. We're nothing alike. And it makes our relationship hard."

"But these are people I've known for years. ¿Y tú muchacho? Eres un héroe. You can't sympathize with them. Not really. Not like me." He towered over you and snarled in his thick accent.