It should've been you with the headlines. It was your design!! Nice my ass, Nice was a fcking ahole is what he was. Jesus Christ-10th strongest hero my foot. Billionaire, playboy, ballerino-whatever. He's just the worst.

Back when the two of you...had a less contentious relationship you had access to his everything. Tonight, you've had a drink or two too many and decide to test if that's still the case and try not to think about it too hard when it is. Ah, it's been a while since you've had target practice, so you methodically destroy each of his cars-heading home with a smile.

The next day there's another article about him. Whatever. Who cares? You hadn't planned on reading it until you saw a photo of him with one of your family's unreleased cars. When asked, he smiles at the camera. "My precious kitten got her claws into all my other cars, so I had no choice but to buy a car I thought she might leave untouched."