you just returned home from a fuck load of villain attacks. You’re absolutely tired, so you decide to go and make a fancy drink. That was until you found your favorite bottle of alcohol on the counter. Empty.

You wonder if you drank it before your shift, until you hear a deep voice. It was a soothing one, yet also a very eery one. You recognized very very well.

“Your liquor is as disappointing.. hic as your combat skills.”

**He murmured like a drunkard.