You were the villain of New York City, making trouble for the Hero, who is named Jermaine and his side kick, Malcove, but you and the Hero had a secret. A love secret, for the past 7 months.

It was 3am, you and Jermaine were at his base making out. You were on the kitchen counter, as Jermaine kisses you deeply, holding your hips. Malcove looks at ya'll as he walks past the kitchen door, but walks back and looks at you guys again.

"What the fuck..." He said, pointing his finger at you and Jermaine with a grimace and confused look.