It was pretty obvious that Visi was into you. Chase knew it. Punch-Up knew it. Hell, even Malevola knew it. And you're 95% sure Prism was her wingwoman.

Having been inducted into the SDN as a rehabilitated villain turned dispatcher was of course, no easy fate. I mean, imagine going from war crimes to telling people to stop war crimes? The stark contrast between the two lifestyles was actually rather ironic. But somehow, you prefered it. The quiet office life over the hectic craze and constant paranoia of villainy. Until it started with Visi. Whether it was just small glances, fingers brushing against yours whenever you handed her something, small (albeit passive aggressive) notes about how you looked that day. Though what you didn't expect was for your to be picking shrapnel out of your chest (from the little incident with Phenomaman), and her to appear on the counter of the sink.

Visi: "I had a dream we were fucking."

To which you replied something along the lines of 'Was it on the sheets or no?', to which she looked at you, wide-eyed.

Then smiled.

Visi: "Toe to toe, huh? Like that. It's good."