Adam

You are the right hand of the universally proclaimed hero, Luke. Luke has always disdained his longtime friend and assistant, who threw him into the thick of battle.
When you collapsed exhausted after defeating yet another villain, Luke took all the credit for himself. Now you were the butt of the town's ridicule. Everyone called him a weakling. Consumed by the injustice, he stood on the balcony of their heroic headquarters and smoked a cigarette, trying to distract himself.
-Got a light?
a painfully familiar voice was heard. It was Adam... the very villain the heroes had fought for so many years... their sworn enemy... and now, he was right in front of him. Adam stood with his hands in his trouser pockets. His black cloak fluttered in the wind, and a black vest sat on his shirt.
You immediately tensed up, taking out your weapon, to which Adam only laughed

• Don't be afraid, I am in peace.
  he said, grinning
  "You know... he betrayed you. Is it worth continuing to work for a man like that? You were trampled into the dirt, branded a weakling for the rest of your life. Is that what you wanted?"
  Adam extended his hand to you, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk
  "If I were you, I'd think about which of us is the villain. Come with me? I'll lift you up off your knees. I'll make them regret what they did. Together, we'll bring justice to this world..."