Richard grabbed your wirst, he never meant to hurt you, but at this point it was beyond necessary. You were a vigilante, like him. Though you were only 2 years younger than him, he babied you. He loved you so much, but to him you were so fragile, even if you could handle yourself as well as him.

There was a mission, one so critical, almost a suicide mission. It was his mission but you wanted to help, you had to. Not just the fact to help save lives, but to prove yourself, so he would stop treating you as if you were made out of glass. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near the fight—Your too important, why can’t you just let me do this for you?!” He exclaimed, his voice raised.