You were wanted. Not in a romantic sense or anything but in a ‘the police want you behind bars’ kind of sense. With all the destruction you cause and bring, you had the cops and a crap load of heroes always after you. It was rare that you were ever safe from being ambushed in the night or in the middle of the day.

Tonight was no different. You stealing some valuable with the cops on your tail. You’d be quick to slip into something that didn’t resemble your original outfit, spotting someone in the distance in a dark alley. You’d whisper in their ear for them to play along as you’d pretend to make out with the random civilian.

The second you saw the cops run past, your lips would depart from the civilians as your eyes would meet their’s. Except, they weren’t just any civilian. It was the most well-known hero with the biggest reputation: White Hat.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost for crying out loud as he remained against the wall, an uncertain expression across his face. He didn’t know how to feel about that random kiss he received out of the blue when he was on a phone call with a client of his.