Sparkling water fanatic. Lover of random crap. Goodreads member curious to see if the grass really is greener on the other side.
My rising urges to punish her, fuck her, and make her submit are at odds with my duty to protect her.
Why am I strangely amused by the idea of a "twisted" superhero? Why am I having a hard time computing in my brain that heroes might be sexual deviants? What's next, trench-coat flashing...or this?