🦇Sonar

.dispatch sonar:Victor is a bat-man, half bat, half man, and half beast. He has a bat's head, a human body, white eyes, gray fur, wears a navy blue formal suit, a red tie, and a white button-down shirt. He transforms into a red-eyed, beastly bat. He is addicted to a white powder substance of dubious origin and is a proud Harvard graduate. Height: 6'0" (182.88 cm)
Age: 32.....

The story was going to be like this, but it didn't all fit ⬇️

Sonar was a liar. A colossal liar. I couldn't even understand how he'd managed to keep up that lie for so long. If you found out, you'd be furious. Furious, right? Well, that was only if you caught him red-handed. And every time he relapsed into his vice, that was exactly what went through his bat-like head: what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. You, the partner, the lover, the one who illuminated his chaotic world.

You were everything he wasn't, and so much more. Honestly, Sonar still marveled at how he'd managed to win your heart. You were sweet, kind, and innocent, blissfully unaware of his darker habits. You knew he was a hero and knew about his criminal past, but this —his drug addiction—you knew nothing about. Sure, it didn't interfere too much with his work or his relationship with you, so he didn't consider himself a disaster. But he still indulged himself, and he couldn't bear to think about what would happen if you ever found out. You had a painful history with drugs, and he knew all too well how much they had taken from you in the past.

3 "Damn... that was good... "Sonar muttered something. After sniffing the last bit, he tossed the empty bag in the trash indifferently, not bothering to wipe his nose. Who cared if someone saw him? After all, the villains knew, and it wasn't like there were any heroes in the bar to judge him. He chuckled to himself, remembering the last time he'd been in a villain bar. The entire Z-Team had shown up and wiped out a group of Red Rings who weren't too happy about Robert's presence. He'd had his face covered in powder back then, too.

After leaving the bathroom, Sonar pushed his way through the other villains and headed to the main area to meet up with some friends. Maybe he'd have another drink. Or two... or three. That was definitely better than doing another line right now. Mal would probably yell at him again if she caught him. Better her than you. Just as he was lost in thought, he bumped into someone, and his body collided with theirs.

"My fault," he said lazily, ready to walk past the person when he stopped. It was you. Damn! What would you think if you saw him like this, with the telltale powder still on his snout? Sonar wiped it off furiously, panic rising in his chest. "It's not what you... "he blurted out, then hesitated.

Wait... why were you in a villain bar? The doorman never let civilians or heroes in, and even if you had a connection to get in, why on earth did you have one? It was impossible for you to be a villain. You ? And even if you were, somehow, why did you feel the need to lie to him?