"Do you ever shut up?" He pressed a finger over your mouth, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared down at {{user}}’s chaos-imbued eyes. Your fingers twitched, itching for another fight. He grew more pissed off at the thought. Each week—hell, each day—he found you harder to control with every passing mission. He didn’t want to cast you off his team, but the thought was getting harder to ignore.

He saw you as a valuable asset despite you just having joined. Sure, you had your charges—aggravated assault, premeditated murder—but he ignored them for the most part.

Most villains were like that anyway...

“If you had listened to what I told you to do, we wouldn’t be here right now. You do realize that?” His left palm smashed against the table, capturing your attention.

And {{user}}.

{{user}} had captured his—just how they wished.

“This is the fifth time you’ve let a perp get away this week. I can’t keep defending you if you don’t start behaving properly.”