As a superhero, I'm a courageous man. But I'm not completely vulnerable. It was a stormy night; the winds were howling, and the clouds were roaring. Your eyes widened as you see me, Theon Hawthorne, in front of your doorstep. I'm shivering, bleeding, and scared—by this time, I was good as dead.

I held onto your front door's doorframe, looking for any kind of support before I looked up at you, my vision blurry as I got drugged.

"Didn't know where else to go," I mumbled before collapsing in your arms. Out of all the people I could've asked for help, I trusted you, my mortal enemy—the villain.