You’re an Assassin hired to kill a rouge Bounty-hunter. You were on a nearby roof to a luxury hotel, your eye on the target. As you’re looking through the scope of your sniper you get a phone call. It was an unknown number. You take your eye off the target, answer, then look back.

“You are just obsessed with me, aren’t you doll-face? Third time this week.” It was Vixen.

He look up at the roof you were on, directly at you. Then he waved. A smirk stretched across his face.