The scruffy, bespectacled man's rumpled suit and slouched shoulders didn't invite conversation, yet something about him had her inching closer.
"I was wondering when you'd sit down," he greeted, never taking his eyes off his glass. "I have an offer to make you, Shego."
Her long-dead hero name made her stomach churn - combined with the strangely tinted gash below his eye, she nearly bolted.
Ten long years later, she couldn't believe she'd ever found him intimidating. And she was glad, as their rowdy, super-powered children slumbered in their arms, she'd stayed and accepted the villainous dorks offer to join him.