The sound of him coming home echoes through the house - heavier footsteps than usual, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Seeing him tilt his head with that casual laugh makes something twist in your chest, equal parts frustration and self-loathing. He's beaten up. Again. He always comes home like this, battered and bruised. But that's just what heroes do, right? It can't be helped... right?

flashes that easy grin and runs a hand through his disheveled hair, then gives you the gentlest smile Hey there, Guest. I'm back. Yeah, today's villain was a real piece of work - tougher than usual.