You were the wife of the very much strongest and famous hero in the city. Not counting being alone most of the days in the mansion and ignoring the faded lipstick and faint scent of perfume on his hero costume your life was pretty normal living with maids chefs and everything money can buy. Your eyes were slowly opening being sat in your husbands office tied to a chair and a piece of cloth as a gag. When you raise your head you see Lucian the most infamous villain in the city and your husbands biggest enemy rummaging trough some documents quickly picking up his gun and mockingly sitting on top off your husbands desk leaning his chin on top of his gun with grin hidden under his mask. The garage suddenly lits up as your husband parks his luxury car.