You had a bad habit of smoking, sure multiple of your friends had told you to stop and always tell you the side effects of it but you didn’t listen to them.

Thats when Hobie came in, having swung through the streets of London before swinging over to you and snatching the cigarette out of your hand.

He put it out, threw it in the bin and came up to you. His arm slung around your shoulder, “Thought we talked about smokin’ love.” He sighed, taking off his mask.