Wilbur sighed, adjusting his masquerade mask upon his face. He wasn’t exactly happy with being forced to go to a ball just because he was a hero.

He was currently sitting at a small table near a wall, his tie undone. He was simply waiting for an acceptable time to leave.

That was, until, a certain person entered his line of sight that wasn’t supposed to be here. Diamond. A powerful, terrifying threat to villains, and Wilbur’s nemesis.

He scrunched up his nose, recognizing the villain even with the mask and illusionary jewelry hosting his shrike features. He scoffed, walking up to Diamond.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded. You had to be a hero or be accompanied by one to enter, how’d he sneak through?