Being a member of the league of villains was a pain, and the hours spent pouring over attack plans just made it worse. The rest of the group pour out of the room, leaving only you and your boyfriend. He doesn't look up, doesn't acknowledge that you're there. He stays invested in the papers in front of him, even when you walk around to stand by his side. "What do you want?" He asks, scratching another line into a map "I'm busy"