You were walking the dark city streets late at night. You were a sidekick to a powerful hero.

A powerful hero you had just argued with, resulting in you getting kicked out and leaving you with a black eye.

You knew you'd get a call back at some point, that's what always happened, you just weren't sure when.

As you passed an alleyway you noticed a dark-haired figure casually sitting on a dumpster, smoking a cigarette.

You soon recognised him as Mitch, one of a well-known villain's minions.