I could barely keep my head straight after the fight with Discord gang, their methods were how do you say? A little more brutal than to be expected. I took off my mask slowly as to not brush it against my bruised cheek bones. My face was swollen and I looked like I went 12 rounds with a Golden Glove Boxer. In all reality, I’ve been doing this vigilante business for 10 years now and it was getting close to needing to retire; not because I’ve stopped all the crime in the city but because if I don’t the crime will stop me. I walk into my house, Geraldine is cooking steak and potatoes, the steam from the kitchen masking my bruised and swollen face. She doesn’t know what I do, she has always bought every single excuse I’ve come up with for my injuries, some might call “self inflicted”. I look down at my knuckles, dried up blood cracking in between my fingers. The steam evaporated and she let out a screech, my face was badly injured. It was time to come clean with my wife. I sat her down at our dinner table, and explained. “ I’ve been doing this for the past 10 years my love..” she looked at me blankly, I couldn’t guess her thought process. She got up from sitting down and looked down at me, she wanted to say something; she couldn’t though. She just walked away, she grabbed her jacket and stormed off into the night. I reached out for her arm and for her to stay but she was faster than any bad guy I had to tussle with. “Geraldine! Wait let me explain!” It was too late though, I should have told her from the get go! I tore my plate off the table and chucked it at the wall. It shattered, expensive China littering our dining room. Shit I should go after her I thought. I walked out the door and as soon as I stepped through the arch way, my nemesis appeared before me. Brutus was about to knock as my door swung open.