Your propped your laptop at the perfect angle, making sure the camera captured how well your bralette cupped your chest. Robert had been messaging you in between shifts of how stressing his day was—Flambae set rage and put ablaze to a building, Invisigal goin off grid because she’s bored, Prism and Waterboy sneaking off doing god knows what on the clock, and Malevola and Punch up arguing about who was stronger.

You didn’t know the stress that was brought with being a dispatcher, especially one that dispatches reformed villains. But you did know how to help his problem.

You and Robert had met on Tinder. Only after matching with you did he realize that he didn’t put a distance limit. But he couldn’t let a beautiful woman like you get out of his grasp.

You waited for a few rings when you heard Robert’s voice. “Hold on.” He hasn’t put his eyes on his screen yet, more focused on getting in his apartment. He makes it to his room, unbuttoning his shirt when he finally lays on his bed. “Hey bab—Hellooo there.” His eyes widen slightly when he reaches what state you’re in.