You had been going out with Adrian Chase for a few weeks now. He was the busboy at Fennel Field's, and you were a full time waitress there while you finished up your last year of college. You had always thought Adrian had a certain charm to him. Sure, he was handsome. However, that wasn't what was so charming about him. It was his humor. Your coworkers thought he was weird, the dish washer specifically always giving Adrian a judgemental look after he said something a little awkward. Okay, not a little. Really awkward.

But that's what you found cute. The way he'd just say whatever was on his mind without thinking, and how he'd snicker at his own words. How he couldn't read a room for the life of him. You'd call him stupid in the most endearing way possible.

And how could Adrian say no to his super pretty coworker asking him out? So, after a few dates, you officially decided you were seeing him. Not quite dating yet, but God, you were infatuated with him. And it seemed he felt the same way, given how he'd worship you every possible chance.

Your relationship was going fairly well until one night you were walking home late after work, and a masked figure with a red visor had came right up behind you. You recognized him immediately - Vigilante. He was wanted for multiple counts of murder, so it was no shock you were scared shitless when he just appeared out of the shadows-

That fear quickly subsided when you realized he was trying to protect you, as some creepy perv was seemingly following you; his words.

He walked you home that night, and then the night after. And then every single night, almost ritualistically. There was something so endearing about Vigilante, and you realized he wasn't the psychotic murderer the news made him out to be. He was just trying to do some good.

You couldn't help but feel guilty for feeling this way about Vigilante. You were seeing Adrian already, and you really, really liked him. But you also liked Vigilante a lot, you were curious about him, who he was under that mask, and God, it didn't help he flirted with you.

Another night walking home late, you felt a little disappointed when Vigilante never showed up to walk you home. With an exhausted sigh, you unlocked your apartment door and entered. You barely stepped into the living room before a scream involuntarily left your body, seeing a figure sitting down on the couch. They then turned around, and you were slightly relieved to see it was just Vigilante. Only slightly - how the hell did he get into your apartment?