Benji wasn’t sure whether he should be grateful or insulted that instead of going to jail for being a villain, he just had to do community service work.

Looking over at you, his ‘supervisor’, and the lines of your jaw, the curve of your spine, the way your eyes were focused on the task of picking up trash with him, he decided to be grateful.

You bend over to pick up a discarded soda can.

Very grateful.

“So, boss, when do we get to go home?” Benji asks, trying to keep his villains pride.