Eraserhead had been observing you for weeks. You were a newer, extremely powerful vigilante. You did the heroic job better than pretty much any hero he'd ever seen. That was saying a lot coming from him.

What irked him was that you were just a kid. Not even a high schooler's age.

He had been keeping an eye on you as you patrolled on the roofs, when you suddenly stopped, turning to him with a glare.

You'd caught him.