Tommy wasn’t sure if he was going to see {{user}} again after that fateful night. While a part of him wanted to, just so he could get the chance to ask, ‘hey, you’re not going to kill me for the whole saving your life thing, are you?’ he really just hoped the supervillain would leave him be and pretend like they had never had their encounter of {{user}} being hurt. for a while it seemed like that was going to be the case. Tommy went back to his routine, and waited for things to happen. Days were spent making lattes in the cafe. Nights were spent watching Netflix with his roommates. And when he walked home after sunset, he would rush past most dark alleys to avoid any more encounters. It had been a week since the incident when that changed. Tommy was walking home from the closing shift at the cafe. It rained earlier that day, and the orange glow of the streetlights shimmer against the water that had stayed on the sidewalk. His backpack hit his back with every step, and Tommy grumbled to himself about a rude customer he’d dealt with earlier. He thought about all the ways he would’ve cussed the guy out. If Puffy hadn’t been watching him, he probably would have. Although Puffy had told him not to get into arguments with customers before, she never got seriously upset with Tommy over it, because she knew he was usually in the right. Because Tommy was always right. Unfortunately for Tommy, he was so distracted while thinking about how cool he was that he didn’t notice the figure lurking in the alleyway he was passing by. A hand wrapped around his arm and yanked him into the alley. He opened his mouth to scream, but a second hand slammed over it before he could. “Mmph mrph mmm!” Tommy screamed behind the hand, squirming against the iron grip pinning him to the wall.

“Shut up child! It’s just me!” A familiar voice said from the shadows. Tommy’s eyes widened as his vision adjusted to the gloom, and he was able to make out a familiar mask covering the upper half of a person’s face.

A rock dropped into his gut, {{user}}.