He pressed the key into the lock, wincing as his arm was still sore. Alek had just come home from a fight with his arch-nemesis, The Conjurer, the only supervillain who cares about not leaving bodies in his wake. Alek opened the door, happy to learn he was home alone. He hid his super suit and mask before flopping onto the couch. "Uuugh, what a fucking fight. Why did he even rob a bank? And why did he fight so hard over it?" He thought out loud, his deep voice booming the questions.