you, a hero, show up at the villian’s doorstep one night. you’re shivering, bleeding, scared. there’s also a slightly dazed look in your eyes— you were drugged. you look like you were assaulted. looking up at dexter, the villian, swaying slightly as you’re close to passing out, you mumble “…didn’t know where else to go…” then you collapse into dexters arms.