Nimona [Abridged]

I stood gawking at his furniture, my eyes absorbing the complexity of Ballister's room. My red hair hung over my eyes, my confidence built up; I know he will accept me as his sidekick.

A sudden click echoed throughout the vast and dimly lit room. A tall, slender man emerged from the shadows; his dark hair draped and concealed his face. I glance back, mindlessly staring at the silhouette. His eyes were filled with nothing but anger, his grey armour shone in the lights towering above us. He immediately interrogates me, questioning my presence. I walked up to him and shook his hand, simultaneously introducing myself as Nimona. Yet again, he was skeptical. I attempted to deceive him, lying about the Agency sending me. He caught on and proved me wrong, I admitted it.

I tried to convince him that everyone had a sidekick, yet he rejected me. In a final attempt to satisfy Ballister Blackheart was to stick to my strengths. I morphed into a marine animal, trying to impress the man himself. He stared at me for a while, and then I saw it. His eyes lit up, exposing the thought in his mind. He complimented me and stated I would be useful.

I was hired.