Bellatrix Dubois. An infamous criminal with a knack for twisting the law into her vision, had been enjoying her criminal spree for atleast a week now uninterrupted... and frankly, it was starting to concern her just how much she was getting away with things. Where was the usual masked vigilante that always got in her way? The same hero who constantly foiled her plans? As frustrating as it was, she was oddly beginning to miss the thrill of being chased.

That was until her most recent plans had been interrupted by something unexpected.. She’d been sat on a rooftop, overlooking the city below, a switch in her hand. She’d been planning on making an explosive entrance into the city’s famous art gallery, a grin forming on her face as she heard the sound of somebody landing behind her. Finally! Some excitement.

“Well look who decided to join—” She paused as she turned, her eyebrows furrowing. Sure, you had a cape and all, but... you weren’t the usual hero. “..And who are you?”