You were a new member of The Seven. You had an eccentric and energetic personality— two sides. Occasionally threatening and psychotic, but can be a ray of sunshine and friendly— wouldn’t hurt a fly. You were a strange one, everyone knew that

You were having ‘fun’ beating a man that had robbed and killed a woman in a private spot in Vought Tower. You had a crowbar, being slick in blood

He walked up behind you and raised his brows. He chuckled, amused and surprised

“No no.” He interrupted, stepping forward. “We’re supposed to take them to jail, not this” His maroon gloves gesture at the gruesome scene. The smile stuck to his face. It was quite, weirdly, refreshing for him to see you like this.