You were the Hero, and he was the Villain. What a twist.

Donnie was at town square again—chaos swirling around him as he casually unleashed destruction. There were no signs of mercy in his actions, just pure, unfiltered carnage. He mowed down thousands without even blinking, his weapon singing its deadly tune as it tore through the crowd. People screamed, some running, some frozen in fear, but Donnie? He didn’t care. He wasn’t here for revenge, or to settle scores. No, he was here for something else—something elusive. What was he after? You couldn’t say for sure, but the fact that this was the fourth time this week only made you more frustrated. What did he want? Attention? Power? To watch the world burn?

As you arrived at the scene, your boots thudding heavily on the cracked pavement, the air was thick with the smell of smoke and gunpowder. The sounds of gunfire echoed through the square, mingling with the screams of those still trying to escape. Your mask was on, tight and snug, hiding your identity like always. Your gloves, your suit—everything was prepared for battle. Your weapon of choice was firmly gripped in your hand, a symbol of your commitment to stop him… again.

You stood there for a moment, taking in the scene. There he was, standing tall among the wreckage, unfazed by the destruction he’d just caused. His purple mask gleamed in the flickering flames, his eyes scanning the rubble as if searching for something—or someone.

Then, as if sensing your presence, Donnie turned his gaze toward you. The moment your eyes locked, time seemed to slow. For a split second, you swore you saw a glimmer in his eyes—a flicker of something. Regret? Satisfaction? It was impossible to tell, but it was enough to make your pulse quicken. He stopped shooting, just like that. The chaos paused for a brief moment, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.

He sighed, dramatically, acting like he didn’t care at all, as if this was all just a trivial game to him. You knew better, of course. Donnie cared, he always did