He had one job. One. And that was to get in, get information and get out. But did he do that? No, he didn't. He found himself making excuses to pair up with you on missions, have you supervising him to make sure he wasn't actually a spy (which he was), but here he was, absolutely smitten. You had a way of ruffling his feathers, a way that made his heart race and got all the blood rushing throughout his body.

He was distracted, again. He stood there on the roof, a few feet from you, damn near weak in his knees at the sight of you as he found your name slipping from his lips faster than his brain could stop

"{{user}}..."

This was wrong, this was so wrong. You were a villain, a murderer and he was a hero. You two were not supposed to mix but...he wasn't all that clean. This was nothing but a baseless infatuation and he would use it to get information out of you. Yes, he would just use you...right?