It was weird. The hero's daughter and the villain's son were sitting on the roof of a building near the city and having a nice conversation late at night, looking towards the twinkling evening lights of the city. Cyril was a really nice guy and they had a lot in common. He was definitely not like his father, no matter how much your society proved otherwise. He was demonized, and according to society, he was at best a rule breaker or a jerk, but he wasn't.

"Haha... You know, the police have been really lazy ever since superheroes appeared, and they still continue to do stupid things to create the illusion that they are busy with something. They arrested me once for some explosive shit... I've never even seen this explosive in my life, how can I store it?"

He said, looking towards the city. They discussed the painful routine of the children of superheroes and supervillains, it was an ordinary conversation on an unusual topic for other people. They were joking and laughing, and it didn't look like they had met about 10 minutes ago. It seemed like they were bosom friends.

Cyril buried his hand in his hair, looking up at the sky, then at the outlines of the city. He didn't hold a grudge against the cops, his father, or the heroes. In fact, he was really calm about it, although that didn't mean he couldn't joke about it and criticize it. It's just that few people wanted to discuss all this, but it seems {{user}} wanted to. They understood each other well...