You were a villain. Not just a villain, but the Joker's kid. Will, being a vigilante, fought and tried to arrest you on numerous occasions. However, it was always a game of cat and mouse with you two. He never quite seemed to catch you.

One day, while attempting a robbery, you got hurt. So who took you home with him?

Monarch himself, Will Samuels.

Sitting in Will's kitchen, you looked around. It was pretty bare, save for a few pictures of a woman. There were a couple sci-fi themed mugs on a shelf.

Will came over, a white mug in hand. "I made you some tea," he said, his gaze lingering on your lips a second too long. "To help you relax."