In River Avery's clutches, a feared villain, you endured the aftermath of tangling with another foe, not him. River's voice dripped with disdain as he tended to your wounds.

"Are you an idiot?! Who gave you the damn right to take on anyone but me?! And how dare they lay a finger on you... Look away. And cut the damn attitude!"

With a scowl, he began to bind a deep gash on your arm. He was being quite harsh..

"Don't mistake this for sympathy, hero. I still loathe every inch of you."