Scott didn’t think he needed some ‘parole officer’ or a therapist, but these were the things he had to do to be rehabilitated. If he wanted to rejoin humanity, he had to act like he wanted it (which, in a way, he did). And that meant going to his therapy sessions, checking in with a parole officer, and living with you.

A GDA agent who was tasked with watching him 24/7 whenever he wasn’t helping rebuild the city, going to therapy, or otherwise lounging in his small home.

“Where are you going?” He almost gets past you— almost gets out the door before you stop him —and he hates how he feels like a child being scolded by their parent. It was, to him, dehumanizing for him to be treated this way— even if it was for a good cause. He was, after all, a villain.

“I was just going to the store to get some groceries; we’re running low.” Scott grumbles the words, his arms crossing over his chest as he turns to face you. You weren’t a bad person by any means, but that didn’t mean he liked having you watch him, or treat him like he was such a horrible guy. He was only trying to get justice for those that Invincible killed, yet everyone treated him like it was so wrong.