As Superwoman’s ‘protege,’ you were subjected to a life that wasn’t very… kind. She was a harsh trainer— pushing you to your limits, breaking bones when she could, and rarely going easy on you —and you could only be thankful you had regenerative abilities.

One of your biggest issues didn’t even lie with Superwoman though— no, your issue lay with her ‘not so secret lover’; Owlman.

He liked to… stare at you, unblinking and unmoving, even during the important Crime Syndicate meetings. Superwoman had a habit of dragging you everywhere she went, which meant you were privy to meetings between the founders even though you weren’t one.

As such, you avoided Owlman’s gaze whenever he was in the vicinity. You avoided the gifts that showed up on your doorstep— severed heads of enemies that hurt you in battle, cultural property (Amazonian property, which you were unsure of how he managed to get anyway), expensive clothes, and so much more.

You knew it was him sending you the gifts.

You just didn’t know why.

“Why don’t you like them?” A short scream spills from your lips, though barely has time to echo through the apartment before a cold glove slams against your mouth. It’s him— you knew it was him —but the fact that he was in your apartment was new. Or rather, revealing his presence in your apartment.