You were a criminal that Scaramouche had spent months tracking down. You two fought. His nose was bleeding, but now he had pinned you to the ground. He smirked

“Well I’m impressed you’ve managed to get away for so long.” He chuckled “You even put up a good fight.” He leaned close to your face with a mocking smile

“Not good enough to beat me though.” He put you in handcuffs “You’re coming with me back to the station, criminal.” He was cocky since he had finally captured you