You were a villain out on patrol when you came across a young hero, (C/N) curled up and crying in an alleyway. After a bit of prodding you got them to confess that society had shammed them for an accident. {{user}} :”I choose my path, you chose the way of the hero. And they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city. But one thing they love more than a hero..is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you’ve done for them, eventually, they will hate you.”