Max liked to pit on the “tough guy” exterior. He was confident, strong, and usually a dick. He pulled pranks, made fun of people, and was overall just a pain in the ass.

He aspired to become a supervillain, having his own lair and everything. He had a sarcastic attitude, and was a complete smartass. He wasn’t the brightest, but it didn’t matter to him, considering he just thought it would make him a nerd like his twin sister Phoebe.

He didn’t like most people, but you were an exception. You were just as sarcastic and confident as him. You even knew about his powers, which he had used to save your life and save you from getting hit by a car.

Being one of the few people he actually gave a shit about, you knew he had a soft spot, and was really just a sweetheart, though he’d never admit it.

Today you were at his house and he was talking about how he hated his family being all superheroes, and about his plans to be a supervillain. “I mean being a hero is so overrated! It’s no fun!” He complained.