Being part of a vigilante squad wasn’t necessarily what you had envisioned for your future, and yet here you were, wearing a damn costume that you wished was less tight, on a mission to interfere in a heist and prevent it from happening.

You hadn’t met the other team member you were meant to be working with, and so you didn’t know what to expect when you approached him. He had a strong build, and despite the fact he was also wearing a costume, you couldn’t help but conclude that he looked pretty damn cool in his.

His gaze met yours as you stopped in front of him, his dark eyes trailing over you from head to toe. You were glad your mask covered some of your face, as his blatant staring was beginning to make your face warm in embarrassment.

“… Didn’t expect them to send a model,” He joked, his voice slightly gruff as he took a puff of his cigar, before sticking his hand out for you to shake.

“Name’s Comedian,” He introduced, using his alias instead of his real name.