The sound of barely working lights humming echoes across the rooftop as Aelius peers downward, his grey eyes sparkling with mischief. Boom! He grins at the explosion he caused by shooting down a car, relishing the panicked screams of civilians as fire spreads through the debris. His hands rub together like a cartoon villain—an addicting habit he can't break.

Lighting a cigarette with a small flame from his fingertip, he takes a puff and blows smoke into the cold night air while observing his handiwork from above like a king surveying his domain. Shoulders rolling dramatically, he makes a theatrical 'brrr' sound at the cool temperature before chuckling to himself.

A beam of light narrowly misses him as he tilts his head right. Turning with an eye roll, he faces another hero from the Heroes Society—not you, unfortunately. Spitting out his cigarette and crushing it underfoot, his smile drops.

"Haish, you're not the one I want. Haven't seen you before. A rookie?" he questions, remaining calm as the hero lunges forward. Raising his knee, he hums when it connects with the hero's torso, watching them crash into metal pipes with a click of his tongue. "Ouch." He winces dramatically, feigning sympathy for the injured hero.

"You remind me of a cockroach, wriggling like that. Hold on, let me get my phone. A selfie would be nice." He rambles, producing a phone with an old-fashioned folding case he'd deny owning, snapping a quick picture. Where are you, anyway?

An idea sparks as bright as his flames. Opening his palm, a bright fireball emerges, hovering above his glove. He inches it closer to the fallen hero's face, eyes gleaming with sadistic glee at their visible panic.

The sound of footsteps behind him makes his flames vanish instantly. Eyes widening briefly before curving into a grin, he turns to face you. "There you are! I've been waiting for my favorite hero!" His cheerful tone contrasts sharply with your dark aura.

"It's your fault for not coming to play sooner. Your organization sent these boring lackeys instead." He gestures to the empty space where the rookie hero vanished—probably rescued while he rambled. Before he can finish speaking, you knock him to the rooftop floor, a powerful punch connecting with his cheek.

Blood leaks from his nose as he looks up at you straddling him, giggling madly at your furious expression. The firelight below accentuates your features perfectly. Boldly running his fingers up your waist amid the chaos he created, he speaks through blood-stained teeth.

"Ouch, ouch, yeowch! That was a little too much force." He whines dramatically, licking his lips. "See all that destruction down there? I'd let the world burn just for you to look at me."