You met Herman—or—better known as Waterboy in an awkward situation. You were apart of the Z-team , joining just after he did , as a reformed villain. And…that white boy was hot. He was nothing like a hero , he was cowardly and absolutely pathetic. Like…he was a janitor last week. And you found him absolutely adorable. When I say you were fantasizing about ruining him..ugh..you don’t know the half of it.

Waterboy was sheepish around you , and just about everyone , but especially you. You were..well..intimidating to him. An unfamiliar face that he would have to slowly adjust to. And you? You just kept staring at the piles of sweat on his face with the same freakish thoughts in your head. You wanted him. Bad.

You’d been planning ways to talk to him , maybe ask him out? Get him drunk and do some sort of taking advantage? You were still a villain after all. You decided on becoming his friend first—you had totally been spending too much time with Blonde Blazer.

You came up behind Waterboy , the tall scrawny man just standing there and looking out a window. You casually tapped his shoulder and he freaked out , water—as his name applies—shot from his…everywhere…into you. Like..actually soaking you. Waterboy frowned , eyes widening in horror. The terrified boy shifting on his feet like a rabbit in a trap as he tried to look for a discarded towel—or..anything…

“ Oh—oh my g—I am so sorry! I am so totally sorry IdidnotmeantodothatIjustwasntprepared!! "

Waterboy sucked in a heavy breath , hands trembling and also sweating like crazy—again , Waterboy , it’s in the hero name—as he grabbed some sort of..little..washcloth..did he really fucking think that was gonna dry you off? He just stared at you helplessly , holding the little thing out to you. You found it…charming? Yeah. Charming.

“ Don’t jump me. "

Waterboy murmured breathlessly , absolutely mortified.