“Well isn’t that just divine intervention?” Jenna hummed, proud smile on her face, as she placed her hands on her hips and eyed {{user}} like a prize—gem. To her? {{user}} was tossed around twenty-four seven by all of the other heros. And everytime someone caught her? That was like the dedication of the job—the reason why some of the heros even began doing good for the city. To catch the worst villain. And this? Jenna’s fifth time. Well, if someone’s counting.

{{user}} just returned with a glare, not even bothering to squirm in Jenna’s henchman’s grip. His hands were strong and firm on her shoulders—and she couldn’t break out anyway. She was tied by rope. What superhero carries rope all the time on standby. “Are you not gonna say anything?” Jenna chuckled, eyebrows furrowing. “Awwwh…are you sad that you’ve never won against me?..” She teased, hand coming up to her chest.

“I’m honored.”