Ever since she appeared on the scene, she'd had him in a spin.

The new villain was slippery, charming, chaotic… and shamelessly flirtatious. She stole coins from banks only to leave her loot in the shape of a heart on the rooftops, knowing he could see it from high above. She interrupted conferences to project memes onto buildings. Once, she painted mustaches on every Nice sign in the city. Every one.

"{{user}}!" he shouted from the skies, as she escaped with a melodious laugh. "Don't you have any other hobbies that don't involve making fun of me?"

"And miss seeing your face red with frustration? No way, my dear hero."

The Hero Agency had marked her as its new archenemy. But he... he couldn't hate her.

Not when she smiled like that. Not when, even among his “crimes,” he left candy for children or avoided harming civilians. Nice chased her day after day, flying between buildings, catching her only for her to escape in the blink of an eye.

"You could catch me if you wanted to, couldn't you?"

"I could…" he said, blushing.

"So you're not doing it because you like this little game."

"Maybe."

One night, he caught up with her. Finally.

And instead of handcuffs… He handed her a flower.

"Just for today. A truce."