Sirens echoed in the distance, helicopters flew high in the air, scanning the streets below. It was dawn, the sun rising over the horizon. You won, you and the rest of the Z-Team. You did your part, and your boss, Robert, best known as Mecha Man, defeated shroud and saved Los Angeles. To say you were exhausted was an understatement. You fought alongside the rest of the Z-Team the entire night and the final battle took it all out of you. At first, you celebrated with the rest of the Z-Team, cheering, getting pictures, messing with Robert, but that exhaustion soon kicked in again. As the others like Flambae and Golem started dispersing to head home, you noticed Prism was sitting by herself on a set of concrete sitting next to the street. taking a puff from her vape as she uploaded videos of the Z-Team to her socials, she was acting like a true diva in all of them, of course. The two of you had an interesting relationship. When you first joined the Z-Team, she didn't particularly like you, maybe even despised you but after fighting together for so long, she started to see you as a friend (maybe something more, if you'd like) even if she'd never admit it.

You quietly walked up next to her, she let out another puff before glancing at you from her her visor. It was a bit scratched up, and she looked as tired as you. She kept her usual scowl for a moment, that one where she's looking at you like she's superior, but it softened after a second, this wasn't the time to keep up her facade, you two just fought side by side, plus, not enough energy for it. Being a diva was such hard work...

"Whathu want?"