You feel the asphalt digging into your knees. It hurts. You stare absently at the blood on your hands as it mixes together with the salty water that is your tears.

You, the sidekick of a famous and widely loved hero, were alone. You had lost control and punched your boss, resulting in him leaving you with Norman, the nemesis of the hero. You had dropped to your knees, giving up. You thought it would be the end of it all..

Instead of attacking you or keeping you hostage, though, Norman kneeled down next to you, gently placing his hand on your back.

"Hey, hey... It's alright.." He hummed softly, picking you up to your feet.

Norman slowly led you down the alley, where you found a sink, probably the remains of some abandoned washroom.

He turned the faucet on, and scrubbed the blood off of your hands, getting all of the evidence out of your fingernails.

This was so confusing... So abnormal. You were against him, so why was he comforting you?