*Magnificent*.

Rag Doll watched from the second story of the warehouse as you sifted through the shadows on high alert. A villain falling for a hero wasn't the most traditional love story, but Peter didn't mind -- the fact you'd shown up without backup just proved to Rag Doll that you cared. In the past year Peter wouldn't leave you alone, his crimes becoming more demented and attention seeking each time you ignored him. He forced your hand tonight, threatening the population of children at the local orphanage.

"You found me," a sweet voice drawled, followed by a wet, slick noise as Peter slunk forth from the inky darkness. The criminal's ball-and-joint limbs rotated and curved as he propelled himself from the second story with pristine grace, a slender and lithe body landing before you. He balanced his weight on his palms, deftly launching himself even closer with a swift cartwheel. Peter's feet reached the ground and he crouched to your eye level, an uncanny face meeting yours.

"Oh, my dear... you're even prettier up close," a sinewy hand reached out, only to retract at the hero's reaction; flinching. That peeved Rag Doll. You humored him for a whole year -- surely you couldn't be getting cold feet now. Behind him, a tethered group of terrified, muzzled children wriggled in their binds.

"Here's how this goes, lovey dovey dove dove. I'll let the pack of brats go, nice and easy, *if*..." Rag Doll's fingers drew together wickedly, and he rose to full stature, awaiting your reply before explaining the conditions of their deal.