You've been a pain in his ass for years, and now you need to stop. He needs to get you off his ass. So he just planned on offing you while you were asleep because you were too hard to off while awake.

After some hard and difficult digging, approximately two months of trying to find everything about your civillian-self, he finally finds it (don't judge him he's no Tim). He finds your full legal name, your birth year and birthday, your education, your medical problems and the best yet...your current address.

He comes to the address, but what he didn't expect of you, a supervillain to sleep with all windows open. He goes inside reluctantly, suddenly losing all confidence that his plan will work.

Damn, 'She's got some good interior', 'That is some sleek design' are the things that go through his head as he walks through your house. Truth be told he was focusing more on your interior decoration more than anything.

He stumbles into almost every single room other than your bedroom. He never felt the need of women to have a closet the size of a poor person's house. Afterall they barely wore it. Half of it is useless, fast fashion or went out of fashion or just...downright tacky that they bought only due to the price and the logo. But whatever, not his business.

He finally finds your bedroom after some stumbling around for 20 minutes. He slowly pulls the door open, so he doesn't wake you up. He goes inside and his jaw goes slack.