#dcecu

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Oh my god, literally everything. Adrian genuinely doesn’t have a type he just likes who he likes (my personal headcanon is that hes bisexual >:3)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Honestly I think he might eventually down the road but right now he’d never want to bring a child into his life due to being Vigilante. I think he’d like a cat though

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He’s everywhere. His personality is a lot but he takes cuddling VERY seriously.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Usually quite rushed and/or simple just because of lack of time. But if he has the time he’ll cook something and bring you dinner/breakfast/etc in bed.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You’re my happy place.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Everyone on the team started poking fun at Adrian about how much he liked you. He didn’t even realize! SO what that he was kinda... nicer to you than everyone else. There was a perfectly good reason besides being completely... in love you with... DEFINITELY !

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

His hugs are REALLY soft. I mean, you have to encourage him to squeeze you, he’s just worried about breaking your back?? Idk Adrian also did think he’d never be able to walk again without his pinky toe so :shrug:

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Palm to Palm. But most of the time he doesn’t like it because his hands sweat a lot and it overwhelms him with that happens.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Goddamnit you’re SO cool.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes yes yes yes. And it is FUNNY. Adrian’s that kind of person to be like “What!? Jealous? Pfft, me? I don’t get jealous.” Then threaten to take someone’s knee caps and use them as shot glasses if they so much as LOOK in your direct. He is the definition of feral.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Adrian’s a lot to deal with, mentally, emotionally, physically. Like I mentioned with cuddling, he’s everywhere. Kissing is no different. He’s kissing your lips, cheeks, neck, arm, shoulder, basically anywhere he can reach. I’d think he did just out of pure desire and his normal shyness was squashed down because he just wanted it so badly.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Oh definitely Adrian. He’s your classic motor mouth and 9/10 of the things he says,  he means! And he also meant it when he said he loved you because the spaghetti you made was (and I quote) “To fucking die for.”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Honestly it’s hard for him to pick. But I think any moments when you’re not both rushing. Anytime it’s just. pure domestic bliss, that’s his favorite.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

I think he’d like to but it’s just not realistic. I feel like he’d save up for big holidays (birthdays, winter holidays, valentines, etc) so get nice things.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Ironically teal... I think that’d make him like his suit more than he already does.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He doesn’t really have any that he doesn’t use for everyone else? In my opinion, while you’re dating, Adrian still sees you as his best friend and calls you thinks like, dude, man, buddy, etc. But some he uses just for you would be thinks like sweetheart or a nickname.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Board games. This man. My god. His collection is So extensive. You’re pretty sure he owns every board game released before 2010 in the world.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

The usual, crime fighting doesn’t stop for no rain, baby.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He doesn’t pick things like that up without being told there is something wrong and honestly some people appreciate him being normal than trying to aid them.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

All of his interests, his brain moves like a mile a minute (it’s the ADHD) and moves from one thing to the next to something completely unrelated (to you)

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Adrian doesn’t really... shut off? He’s kind of always going? But as soon as his face hits the pillow that man is GONE

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His fighting skills. He’s kinda egotistical when he’s Vigilante and doesn’t ever shut up about how good of a crime fighter he is.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

I think it’d be similar to how he says he loves you, in a moment where he feels completely enamoured by you. He’s honestly just be like, “Hey? Wanna get married?”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

I think canonically “Barbie Girl” by Aqua, but if I were to think... literally? “I Can’t Handle Change” by Roar. For you and Adrian: “I Hate Everyone but You” by Elita

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yea <3 He’s a loverboy at heart

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A black cat 100% no questions asked. With a teal collar and a bell, I think he’d name it “Loki” or something similar because in my head the Marvel Universe IS just comics in their universe so : )

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Befriending Vigilante of all people was the last thing you planned to do when you came with Task Force X to Evergreen. And figuring his “secret” identity out before all of your co-workers was definitely not something you planned. It was SO obvious. He was your fucking busboy at Fennel Field’s for crying out loud.

Chris looked dumbfounded when you said that Vigilante was indeed that brunette from the diner.

“You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that Vigilante doesn’t have the same annoying ass voice as the busboy?”

It dawned on Chris as he nodded profusely, “Yea, no you’re right. I’ve known him for years and their voices are so similar.”

“You’ve known him for years… and never figured it out?” Harcourt gave Chris a funny look as she crossed her arms.

“Goddamn if that’s not stupidity then I don’t know what is,” Adebayo said.

Chris gasped, “Oh come on! None of you noticed! They did,” He looked at you suddenly, “Is it they? Or it? Or he–?”

You cut him off before he could further embarrass himself. “They/them is fine,” The redness in his face cooled down, “Don’t worry, I’m used to it.”

When you said Vigilante had an annoying voice you were stretching the truth. If anything, he had a perfectly normal voice. But now he was overthinking everything after finding out you not only exposed his secret identity but also managed to insult him in one fell swoop.

Adrian normally didn’t care what other people said, but he looked up to you in a weird way. A mercenary who also didn’t know how to shut their mouth, you were like Peacemaker but way cooler. (don’t tell Chris he said that). But he hated how nobody said anything about knowing who he was.

They were all suave and casual, except for you of course. It was so easy to make him squirm. And god was it so fun.

Vigilante was usually confident and witty but it seemed Adrian Chase broke through the cracks whenever you’d poke at him.

“I can see you blushing under your visor, kid.” He hated being called kid, “Don’t look at me like that wondering how I can see.” That skeeved him out, how the hell did you even see under the red visor. Maybe that was how you figured out his identity and definitely not his completely normal–not annoying voice.

Anytime you two were alone, you’d find something new to make him suddenly conscious of. Adrian wasn’t sure if he had no dignity or incredibly high pride but he never really felt insecure, all his life he was blissfully unaware of how he looked to the world. He knew how the world looked at him but he didn’t care.

Now however, he found himself questioning everything.

“I don’t actually think you’re annoying, you know.” You had a sneaking suspicion that he was eavesdropping that day when you admitted to figuring out his identity. “You’re the only one on the team I seem to relate to.”

“Really? I thought you hated me or something–like every time I say something you call me a dick or an idiot–”

“That’s my love language, idiot.” You added on with a smile.

Adrian thought that was weird, “So you weren’t being mean just now?” You shook your head, “Can you warn me before you be all fucking weird next time?”

You shrugged and pushed him out of the way of gunfire, “Sure, I’m about to be all fucking weird,” You warned, “You’re the most annoying person ever,” Your tone was dripping in sarcasm. He laughed.

“Thanks, hey groin-sandwiches!” Vigilante called out, a group of butterflies turned your way.

“Groin sandwiches?” You questioned.

“It was that or cockwaffles.”

“Why’s it between cockwaffle and groin-sandwich and you chose the latter?!”

He’s unable to answer as you two advance on the butterflies. It’s no trouble at all killing them, you’ve been a mercenary for the better half of your life. It was second nature to murder someone.

Vigilante was crazy efficient with his kills, he worked like you did but so much more fluid. Not like you’d ever admit that, you just knew his ego would fucking explode. “Cockwaffle is just as weird as fucking–” You stabbed the man in the eye, the sound of the butterfly inside squealing indicated it was dead, “–groin sandwiches.” 

Blood splattered across your mask, blurring your vision when you wiped a hand down the front of it. “Christ,” Your chest heaved as he finished the last guy off. “I fucking hate these things.” They were so much stronger than normal humans it was exhausting.

“Yea,” He breathed, “Me too.” You two made your way back to the others. “You’re literally covered in blood.”

“I know,” You mumbled, holding your side firmly. Somewhere amongst the chaos of it all, you were stabbed with something. It hurt like a bitch.

He noticed how you pressed your hand into your side, “What the fuck, dude! Is that a stab wound?” You nodded faintly, “No wonder you’re covered in blood,”

That made you chuckle, “Ding ding ding, we have a winner.” A cough shook your body, “Do you think you could help me out?”

“No problem,” Adrian lifted you onto his back as you forced yourself to hang on as best as possible, “I’ve never carried a hero on my back before.”

“I don’t think I–” Another cough, “count as a hero, I kill people.”

“Does that mean I’m not a hero?” You nodded with a silent laugh. “Oh shit, I’ve got you. Where the fuck is everyone?”

—

“Stab wounds aren’t deadly, they’re perfectly fine!” Adrian argued, he lifted your arm and dropped it. It fell limp, his eyes widened for a moment. “That’s normal.”

Economos rolled his eyes, “That’s not normal you dipshit, they’re unconscious because of the stab wound.”

Adrian puffed out a breath, “Yea sure, it’s not like they passed out because they’re tired of carrying the team on their shoulders.” At this point he was just arguing for fun, he was a bit worried about you. And in turn, wouldn’t shut his fucking mouth.

“Just shut up both of you, please.” Harcourt was driving the van, her hands gripping the wheel tightly. Nobody knew why you joined the team or why you also had an exploding chip in your neck but her.

Murn did too but he was dead so it doesn't matter anymore. Waller chose you because of your anonymity. You’d been building a portfolio of kills for nearly a decade. In exchange for knowing your past, Harcourt graciously offered her name.

Emilia Harcourt, you laughed at her when she said it. 

@vigilvntes

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You woke up in the office on that terrible futon chair. “Goddamn,” Your head was spinning and there was an IV in your left arm. “Who the hell put a–”

“Economos did, you alright?” Adebayo stood in the doorway, “You’ve been out for like an entire day.”

“Shit,” You murmur and swing your legs over the side of the couch, “I’m okay.” Adebayo pauses and nods as you test your movements. The swirling feeling in your head settled, it didn’t hurt as much. “Hm, still feel where that dickwad stabbed me.”

Adebayo laughed, “That’s good actually. John had to wrestle Vigilante to let him take care of your IV.”

“Vig doesn’t even know anything about IVs what–”

She shrugged, “I don’t know that man is–” She lifted her hands in exasperation as you chuckled with a nod.

“Yea he’s something isn’t he.” You said with a smile, “He called a group of butterflies fucking– groin-sandwiches.” Her face crinkled together in confusion, “I thought the same.”

Vigilante really was an interesting guy. He seemed heartless at first glance but he could be really sweet when he wanted to. Adrian consistently would say he didn’t feel anything but you didn’t find that part weird–you related if anything. Like sure, you felt things but more often than not you didn’t.

That understanding has led to being called a sociopath on many accounts. Adrian deals with the same thing himself from the team. You’re surprised they haven’t said anything, because their faces sure paint a vivid picture.

Mostly Chris’ because you can read him like a picture book. His face doesn’t change much but when it does you pick it up with ease. He hates it. (he told you himself) “Stop telling me how I’m feeling and shit–it’s creepy. Maybe figure out what you’re not feeling before you try to teach me about my feelings.”

It stung a little bit but he was right. You were constantly helping others understand how they felt that you always ignored how you were feeling. At this point, you were shit at gauging how you felt. It was hellish.

“Who’s all here?”

“Uh, me, Harcourt, and John.” She thought for a moment, “I think Chris just got here.”

You nodded, “Ok, I wanna go home.” When you tried to stand up, Adebayo blocked your way out the door. “What?”

“About that.”

—

Apparently your house was ransacked by those creepy ass butterflies. It pissed you off more than being stabbed by one. At least that was repairable. Adebayo offered to let you stay in her hotel room but you couldn’t intrude, plus you didn’t like sharing such small spaces. 

“Fucking hell why didn’t they trash anyone else’s place?” They all shrugged, “They literally know Peacemaker’s real identity. Mine is unknown that’s fucked.”

“Maybe they know who you are?” Harcourt suggested.

Economos spoke, “How would they know that? I’ve never even seen their face?”

You pointed at him in agreement, “Exactly, nobody but maybe Murn has seen my face. And as far as we know these bastards aren’t like–hive minds.”

“Murn was a butterfly?” Chris blurted.

“Yea, he was.” You said, “Don’t get all pissy,” He glared at you. “Ouch you’re angry anyway–why’d they target me of all people?”

A knock on the door disrupted any possible answers, “Hurry up!” Vigilante stood outside, hands on his hips all impatient-like. “Come on,” He was on the verge of whining and it made you laugh from your seated position.

John begrudgingly opened the door for Vigilante who entered with excitement.

“Heard your house was trashed by those alien fuckers and I had a wonderful consideration!”

“I don’t think consideration is the right word–”

He ignored John’s suggestion, “Y/N, how about you room with me at El Casa De Vigilante?” The horrible Spanish accent added to the horror of it all.

“I’m good, thanks.”

You could see his face fall beneath the mask, “Oh come on! It’ll be like a slumber party, Chris you can come too!” Peacemaker didn’t even reply, he just stared blankly at his old partner in crime. “You guys suck!” Now he sounded like a whiny kid.

It took all of your limited strength to not laugh at Vig, he sounded genuinely sad that you and Chris declined his offer.

“You two can bum it up together for all I care,” Vigilante turned his back and crossed his arms dramatically.

“Actually, Y/N’s the only one “bumming” it up,” Chris corrected and you gave him a stern glare. “Can’t you stay at one of theirs?” He gestures toward Harcourt and Adebayo.

Harcourt immediately declined with a shake of her head and Adebayo explained the situation.

That frustrated your friend, “You see! You’ve got nowhere else to go!” He was smiling again under his mask.

You however were stoic beneath yours. “One condition,” Before he could speak you lifted a finger, “Masks on 24/7.”

“That’s perfect, in fact I was going to suggest the same thing!”

“You’re lying,”

“How would you even know that huh!?” He put his hands on his hips and leaned toward you.

You rolled your eyes, “Because you lie like 100% of the time, Vig.”

“I do not–”

John groaned loudly, “Please stop it and just go.” You lifted your hand still attached to the IV. “I’m surprised you didn’t rip it out like a heathen,” He mumbled as he helped you remove it. “Go to a hospital next time you get stabbed ok?”

“I don’t plan on getting stabbed for a while, Economos.”

Vigilante clapped his hands, “We’re having a slumber party, oh yea, oh yea!” He danced to no music and was ignored by everyone. You fought the urge to call him a nerd as you gathered your things with the help of John.

“Thanks man,” You smiled even though he couldn’t see it, “really.” John nodded curtly with an awkward smile before walking away.

It wasn’t all too easy to walk but you masked the pain by leaning over a bit. You followed Vigilante out of the office.

“Why the fuck are you walking like an obtuse angle dude?”

You straightened up with a groan, “Ah shit. Where’s your car?” He stands proudly in front of a… sebring that looks older than him. “That’s… certainly a car.” You stepped toward the passenger side.

Vig steps in front of you, “Don’t hate the ride or else you won’t have a ride.”

“You’d make me walk to your house?”

“God no! That’s like, a mile from here.”

That made no sense, “Okay, I’m sorry for saying you have a shitty car without using those words. If it drives it drives.”

“Thank you,” He opened the door for you, “M’Lady.”

“Not a lady,” You sat down and buckled the seat belt. The seats were a god awful velvet and you could tell this car had seen some horrible shit.

“If you’re not a lady then what are you?” You knew how painfully ignorant he and the entire town were but god it physically hurt hearing that stupid ass question out loud. Or maybe it was your stab wound that hurt… either way, what a dumb fucking question.

You shrugged, “None of the above?”

“Sarcasm alert; that’s not confusing at all.”

Another shrug, “I am what I am, what’s confusing about that?” You wondered.

Vigilante thinks about his answer for a minute, “Okay. Not a lady, got it. Also not a man?” You nodded, “Okay… so like, what do I call you?”

“Uh, how do you mean?”

“Like, if you were a lady, I’d call you a lady and a woman. But you’re not–so I won't, so what do I use?”

Huh, that’s a great question. “Person? I don’t really mind being called dude, that's fine. Man is too but I’m not a man, you feel me?”

He tilts his head, “I think so? It’s confusing as shit but you’re too cool for me to be a dick to.”

“Uh thanks?”

—

Vigilante forced you to sit in his stuffy ass car for a good 20 minutes while he “sorted” his house out even though he said he did on the way there. It didn’t really matter, you needed some time on your own to think through what you were about to do. Did you trust him enough to sleep in the same building?

That question should have been an easy “no” but it wasn’t. It was a bit more grey. You didn’t like that.

Adrian opened your door for you and led you inside quietly, it was late at night and you were thankful for that. It would be kind of suspicious seeing two so-called criminals spending time together.

“Welcome to el cas–”

“Please don’t do the accent again,” Your arm already ached from carrying the bag of things they managed to salvage from the mess.

He nodded once, “Got it, welcome. This is the living room where the magic happens (I play DnD religiously). The kitchen is right through there and down the hall is my bedroom and the bathroom.”

You paused, “There’s only one bedroom?”

“Yea, you can take it for now. The couch folds out.”

“How’s this supposed to be a slumber party if we’re in separate rooms?” It’s not that you wanted to sleep in the same room as Adrian, it’s just you remembered him being very particular about it being a sleepover.

You could see how he lit up under his suit, “Are you serious right now? If you are, you'll become like, my bestest friend. Better than Chris!”

A laugh escapes you, “I don’t really care, I slept for a day. I'm not that tired.”

“Fuck yea!” He shoots a hand into the air, “I’m gonna change out of this BRB,” Adrian practically runs down the hall as you deflate onto the couch.

There’s a folded blanket and pillow placed on the end of it, you smile softly at the fact that he offered you his bed. He really could be a sweetheart sometimes. You pulled your boots off and sighed in relief before (practically) ripping your socks off. After that you ducked into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable.

You had plenty of masks to switch into and luckily there were more than a few shoved into the duffel bag. The most lightweight one looked similar to Vigilante’s. That thought made you roll your eyes as you locked the door and went about a short ritual. You washed your face with the bar soap and relieved yourself.

After drying your skin, you slipped the mask on. It felt weird wearing what could be considered pajamas and your mask but it was out of the question to reveal your identity. You may have figured out Adrian’s but he definitely didn’t know who you were.

“I got some leftovers from that diner if you want?” He offered, slyly covering up the fact that he works there during the day. Adrian’s face was covered with a different styled Vigilante mask. It was cloth, unlike his current one. “It was Taco Tuesday and I couldn’t help it.”

You chuckled, “I’m alright,” You found yourself back on the sofa, relishing in the comfort, it was much better than the futon at the office.

“You’re seriously missing out,” He joked before turning on the television. “What kind of stuff do you watch? I feel like you’re a sit-and-stare-at-a-wall kinda person.”

“What about me says I’m boring? I literally kill people for a living,”

Adrian shrugged dramatically and worked his way around the kitchen, warming up his leftovers. “I dunno, what’s more exciting than killing y’know?”

“I guess? Killing isn’t that fun for me, it’s just normal.” You explained and could see his jaw fall under the mask. “Don’t give me that look.”

“You sound like Chris, he’s all against killing now like he hasn’t been doing it for-literally-fucking-ever.” Adrian sounded pretty passionate about Chris’ recent admission to not wanting to kill people anymore. Huh.

You turned on the couch to look at him, “You’re telling me that it’s boring to want to not kill people?” He nodded, “Jesus man you’re like me ten years ago.”

“I’m older than you!”

“No you’re not, I’m at least six years older than you.”

“I’m 30.”

It was your turn for your jaw to drop, “You’re fucking 30? That’s another lie, there is NO way!”

Adrian shrugged, “Why not?”

You gestured to him vaguely, “Well–look at you!”

He took the request literally and looked down at himself, you didn’t even notice what he was wearing until that moment. Adrian’s clothes mirrored your own. A too-big shirt and some drawstring sweatpants. His were obviously thinner from wear and were black.

“Yea no, I don’t get it.” He said.

You groaned into your hands, “Nevermind, Vig.” When you peeked at him through your hands, he looked startled that you called him Vig. You realized it must have been weird hearing his alter ego's name in Adrian’s house.

“You okay?”

“Just embarrassed.” You murmured.

He chuckled to himself, “Embarrassed? You’re funnier than I thought.”

You didn’t respond as you kept hiding in plain sight. “Your couch is like heaven, dude.”

“Hell yea it is, I stole it from my ma when I moved out.” Adrian carries a bowl of some kind of abomination in hand as he sits on the opposite end. You’re secretly grateful he doesn’t force his presence on you.

Adrian alone is already a lot to handle. It isn’t even a bad thing you just overwhelm easily.

“What do you watch?” He offered the remote, and you began flicking between the channels fast. Your eyes trailed on the screen briefly before looking at him. He was eating that mess of tortilla and whatever the fuck it was like a starving dog. “Oh my god,” You commented before forcing yourself to look away.

“I don’t really–” He was talking in between bites and it made you want to die, “–eat around people.”

“I can fucking tell stop talking.” You were understandably disgusted by his eating habits and it took everything in you not to complain about it extensively. You muffled the sound of him eating by turning the television up and dramatically covering your ears.

—

“I promise it’s good, just watch, come on!” Adrian’s whiny voice managed to reach you in the bathroom. “Fargo is like the best show ever.”

You rolled your eyes to yourself before walking out of the dimly lit bathroom, “It’s like five am dude doesn’t your alter ego have like, a job or something?”

He looked down at the watch on his wrist, tilting his arm toward the television screen. “Pfft it’s Saturday man, I am free all day.” Adrian folded his arms behind his head and when he went to put his feet up, he missed the table and fell forward.

“Hm, really elegant.” You joked, stepping over his legs and flopping onto the couch.

He folded it out a few hours earlier, seeing how your eyes began to droop. You may have slept for a long time but you still got stabbed. That thought reminded him of your bandages that probably needed cleaning, “Have you checked on your uh– thing yet?” Adrian cursed at himself for wording it so weirdly.

“Huh?” You weren’t even looking at him.

“Your uh– your wound? Have you cleaned it?” He couldn’t see too clearly, this mask lacked the prescription his normal one did. Adrian itched to put his glasses on but he promised not to take his mask off. 

The look you gave him threw him off, “Uh… I’m not sure actually.”

“You got shanked and haven’t cleaned it at all!?” He was horrified, “You could get an infection and turn into a zombie or something,” Adrian jumped up from the couch, “When I get back you better be without a shirt–” He paused, “Um. That sounded gross I didn’t mean it in a weird creepy way just that I can’t clean the wound if you’re wearing a shirt and like–”

“Just go, please.”

Adrian nodded, “You got it!” And he rushed toward his bedroom. He knew it was weird to keep his first aid supplies in his room but he thought it was moronic to put cleaning stuff in the same room where you shit. Who does that? How is it supposed to stay sterile if it’s surrounded by shit particles?

—

“God that looks so much worse than I expected,” Adrian was watching closely as you cleaned the wound on your stomach.

“Imagine how I feel,” You mumbled and hissed as you poured some rubbing alcohol on the area. “I hate this part of the job the most.”

Adrian shrugged, “I don’t mind the clean up its initial injuries for me.”

“Weird, I usually don’t notice I’m hurt till it’s done.” You dabbed at the area with a cotton pad and reached for the gauze. Adrian handed it to you, “Adrenaline is insane.”

“Killing is what gets me going.”

You stared at him for a moment before he realized what he said, “Not like that–although I wouldn’t be surprised if Chris said that.”

“Nobody said that?”

“Huh.”

You cleaned up your wound and covered it again with a smile. “Those painkillers Economos gave me are crazy good.” Tiredness began to cloud your brain, “I’m beat,” Adrian chuckled to himself, “What’s funny?”

“I’m pretty sure he gave you melatonin man,” Adrian held the bottle of pills close to his face. “Yea, that’s 100% melatonin.”

You snatched it from his hands, “How the hell do you know what melatonin is?”

“My mom used to give it to me as a kid to help me sleep regularly.”

“That makes a lot of sense actually.”

—

The next night you spent learning about his favorite weapons to use and how he liked using them. All of his tools laid out on his kitchen table.

“Guns are fun but they hurt my ears,” He nodded, “I like these,” You picked a pair of ring knives, you spun them around easily. “They’re practically weightless.”

“I know right? Those are my second favorite behind this–” Adrian showcases a sword expressively, “I love this thing so much. I’ve killed like 50 people with it at the very least.”

You snorted at that, “You’re so weird, man.” The throwing knives fit in your hands comfortably, “Where’d you get these?”

“You can have them actually, I use these ones more.”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, “Seriously?”

Adrian tilted his head nonchalantly, “You’re like my best friend now sure,”

“I’m your best friend? That’s adorable,” You mumbled with a stupid smile. “You know, I’ve never been someone’s best friend before.”

“That’s a lie.”

You shook your head, “Nope, very true, I’m very hard to get along with. Why’d you think Chris tried shooting me that one time?”

Adrian does a double-take before recovering, “He uh– Chris tries to shoot everyone. Not Eagly though, but I bet he’d shoot anyone who even thought about shooting Eagly.”

“I thought you should know that I uh–” You paused, “I know who your secret identity is.”

—

After Adrian knew about you knowing about who he was, (that’s a mouthful) he decided to say fuck it to that mask. It was pointless if you knew already. He argued. And you had to agree.

He took it really well which… didn’t surprise you? Adrian’s never been conventional you could tell that much. He admitted to eavesdropping on you and the team which also did not surprise you.

It made things almost too personal for you when Adrian started walking around without his face covered. You felt weird calling his name even, it was silly but you were breaking rules you set in place.

“Hey… if you need glasses how do you see with your regular mask?”

His face lit up, “My visor? It’s got my prescription in it! How fucking cool is that?”

You were in awe, “That’s actually really awesome who made it, I’d like to be able to see clearly without wearing contacts for once.”

“What do your glasses look like?” He asked.

“Not so different to yours,” You shrugged and reached into the bag in hopes of finding a pair. “Ah-ha!” You presented the glasses to him, they were wide in the frame size like his but were made out of plastic instead of metal. “My… only pair of glasses now apparently?” You rummaged through the duffle bag some more only to nod solemnly.

Adrian looked through the lenses before slipping them on, “We have the same prescription dude,” He lifted and lowered the glasses, nodding.

“That’s cool, lemme see yours.” Even with your face covered you could look through his glasses, “Oh wow you’re right. What happened to your right eye?”

“I think I got punched, not sure,” He took his glasses back.

You shook your head, “That’s better than tripping in my opinion.”

“You had to get glasses because you fell?” You nodded, “Chris would think that’s so funny.” Adrian laughed to himself with a stupid smile.

“Yea haha you’re funny,” The sarcasm threw him off, “I’m being all fucking weird, Adrian.” You opened his fridge before leaning on the door, “Did you mean it when you said I was like your best friend?”

Adrian nodded with a smile, “I don’t lie that often you know.” You gave him a look, “Okay I don’t lie that often to you.” He admitted shyly. “But yea, Chris is kind of a dick to me these days.”

“That’s because he wants into Harcourt’s pants and she keeps boundaries professional.” You grabbed a pop from the bottom shelf, “Unlike my dumbass breaking my own rule,” You said this quietly for only you to hear but Adrian seemed to have heard you.

“Do you regret coming here?” His voice sounded so small it made you turn around quickly, Adrian’s face was flushed; probably embarrassed you deduced.

“I didn’t really have a choice and no, I don’t. Contrary to popular belief I like most of the team.”

“Who don’t you like?” You could hear the trap in his words, it weirded you out how easy you made him insecure. Why would he be so unabashedly himself around everyone else but then be all… normal around you.

That thought made you realize something, Adrian was a different person entirely from Vigilante. That suit gave him this confidence Adrian clearly lacked. He didn’t even stand the same way he did when he was in his Vigilante suit.

“Probably Chris because he’s the only one who tried shooting me like five fucking times.” You fiddled with the tab on the pop can mindlessly.

“What how’d he miss?”

You laughed at that, nobody really understood how you always came out of fights unscathed (for the most part). “I think that’s like… my thing? I’m just kinda… lucky, I guess?” You took a slow drink of the beverage, trying to ignore the popping sensation as you swallowed.

He nodded slowly, “But wait, how’d that butterfly stab you then?”

Adrian was right, how did that fucker get the jump on you? You thought back to when you guys were fighting those butterflies, thinking about every choice you made, every word you spoke, everything. And the only thing you could deduce was that… Adrian was the reason why you got stabbed. He distracted you with his stupid quips and retorts. Your favorite part of his personality got you injured.

“Weird… I think your talking distracted me so I wasn’t like, protecting myself or something. It’s not like I’m invincible, I wish I was but most of the time, I just end up doing better than my enemy.”

“Punch me then and watch I’ll win.”

“What?”

Adrian groaned, “Hit me.” He said with a smile, raising his fists into a fighting stance.

You shook your head, “I am not gonna hit you, man.” He seemed to think about it for a moment before throwing a punch toward you, “Chill out.” You warned, not feeling in the mood for his shit. “Adrian I swear to go–” He landed one right in your jaw, “Jesus fucking christ man!”

For a single second, fear showed on his face before he covered it up. You set down the pop and glared at him, “Hit me, Y/N.”

“You know what, you are a dick.” You lifted your foot and pushed him back with it.

“Pfft that was weak as shit, you can do better than that.”

Anger flashed through you, what a dickwad, you thought and swung on him. It was awkward fighting in his house but Adrian moved around easily. Your side began to burn but your ego told you to ignore the pain and kick this dude’s ass.

He did some stupid flip that threw you off, “The fuck was that!?” Adrian tossed a towel in your face but you just caught it and twisted it up to slap him with it.

“OW! What the hell man!?” He exclaimed.

Before he could gain any momentum you jumped over the divider between the kitchen and livingroom and landed on top of him. It wasn’t the most graceful fall but you made sure to keep Adrian’s head from knocking on the floor.

You crouched above him, holding his head up with a stupid smirk. “I thought you’d win, jackass?”

Adrian laughed smugly, “I technically did win I hit you like five times.”

“I’ve literally got you pinned on the ground, Adrian.” Just to get the point across further, you dropped his head and pressed your forearm against his throat, “Talk some more shit pretty boy I dare you.”

His cheeks flushed red which made you laugh out loud, “God it’s even easier to mess with you out of your suit.”

—

“You were really nice about that fight.”

“I didn’t wanna kick your ass too much we still have butterflies to murder.”

Adrian drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, “I have a consideration,” He said incorrectly again but you ignored it. “Since Chris is up the blonde’s ass, what if… we form an alliance?” Adrian calling Emilia “the blonde” almost made you laugh.

You tilted your head to the side, “What kind of alliance are we talkin’ about Vig?”

He smiled, “Be more annoying than we already are–”

“It’s you who’s annoying but go on,”

“That’s not true they treat you like they treat me but they’re afraid of you so they hide their annoyance.”

You stared blankly ahead, “What?” You had no idea what the hell he just said but he kept talking.

“Anyways–they’re too afraid to say you’re annoying but if we both start annoying everyone, then they’d like, lose their fucking minds.” Adrian finished with a grin, looking genuinely excited to mess with the team.

“You’re maniacal man, I fucking love that.” Before crashing at his place you two never really got a chance to talk and god Adrian was literally unhinged. “Let’s do it.”

“Hell yea! I knew you were the coolest on the team,” His smile was contagious. “Besties for the resties amiright?” He offered his fist.

You raised an eyebrow, “Yea sure dude,” You bumped yours against his. “They’re gonna kill us aren’t they.”