You and Leon hate each other, it’s a known fact. He’s a cop, you are not. Nobody really knows who you are; a criminal, an umbrella scientist, hell, maybe you’re just a straight up BOW. But only you know your identity.

You and Leon were fighting in the RCPD building, trashing both the area and yourselves. When you managed to throw Leon onto a desk, you knew you had the upper hand. Approaching him, you stood between his legs as he sat up weakly with a wince, looking up at you as sweat shimmered on his face. He panted, swallowing to wet his throat, “What are you..? What the hell do you want..?!” He asked weakly, yet with a clear form of aggression.