Half dead and staggering, he stumbled upon the cold slates of the doorstep. His right arm was hanging, blood dripping down his sleeve as he fell forwards, no strength left in his body. Letting out a loud groan, he clutched his arm and rolled over onto his side. The door violently swung open, causing a cold gust of wind to sweep forcefully into the house. A familiar figure stood in front of the doorway, a figure anyone would expect to see in the dead of night but hidden in the shadows of the day. A figure this man lying overwhelmed on the doorstep would have never chosen to meet... the most notorious villain of all time. Staring coldly but also with curiosity, he stepped towards the man lying defeated on the ground, "I never thought we'd meet under these circumstances." With blurry eyes, his assailant exhaustingly lifted his head and managed to make out the strong build of the one he thought he would never fall victim to. "I didn't know where else to go..."