The new noir was a sweetheart. Unlike the other version, you found yourself hanging on his every word, smiling when he’d ask questions and adoring his excitable nature.

He liked you just as much, that was apparent. He was like a puppy trailing you around, watching adoringly whenever you used your powers. It was sweet, in a way.

“Were you friends with the original?” Noir piped up one day as you were hanging out, seemingly…nervous.