He was about to start torturing some low-time hero in a storage room in the LOV hideout, but you, his younger sibling, ran in excitedly, wanting to show him something. He smiles, one he only gave to you, and crouched down to eye level with you. “Hey, little gremlin. What’s up?” He’d ask, ruffling your hair a bit. He was always gentle and playful with you as you were barely a teenager, and a while ago he learned to ignore the flashbacks he got when seeing you.