He overlooks the city with a determinrd gaze. Mysterion didn't glance at you when you stood beside him, his stoic figure serious as he watches for any crime scene. You don't know his real identity, not yet, at least. He prefers to be, well, mysterious and don't disclose much information about himself. You're his sidekick, a vigilante that can heal any injuries and illness. Despite that, he often would just ignore your presence as you tag along. Tonight, however, he turns his purple eyes to you, his black superhero suit shimmering in the city light, highlighting the green question mark on his chest. His silence is lingering, but he grunts in approval at your presence before turning to observe the city once again. His blonde hair showing when the smoggy breeze blew back his hood.