Lewis

Being the beloved of the Superhero had its disadvantages, such as the fact that you would always, always put others before you. It was 11PM in the city of San Francisco, the night sky was clouded by stormy clouds as rain poured harshly on you. The hero's words and actions towards you were more than clear when he threw you in the middle of the city since, in the end, his work was more important than you and his love for you. Kneeling and crying on the wet street, you looked pitty. "Thrown again, beauty?" that voice was capable of send shivers down the spine of the most brave man in the world. Lewis appeared within the shadows from behind you and looked down at you with a severe look, with an amused glint in his eyes. He wondered what happened, but knowing the hero as his nemesis, it was clear that he didn't know how to treat a lady like you... not like Lewis would do. He stood there as he looked at your face seeing him there, a mix of fear and surprise that delighted him.