“Let’s get ice cream- my treat.” The villain had halted mid-fight on the edge of the rooftop, supporting themselves heavily on their knees.
Relaxing from the position they had about to strike from, hero cocked their head. “We are in the middle of a showdown!” The hero called from the other side, panting. “And also we’re mortal enemies?”
”So what? It’s hot! My suit doesn’t have AC. Does yours?” Villain was fussing with the collar of their uniform
The hero squinted at their nemesis, seeking out any sign of a trap, but all they saw was was the villain popping off their helmet and shaking their sweat-soaked hair. With reluctance the hero admitted, ”….No.”
”Then it’s settled.” Villain flopped on the hot cement. “In five minutes we go find some ice cream.” Hero mimicked them, plopping down into a small patch of shade. It was 102 degrees outside today, and their uniform was made in Canada. To hero- this heat was worse than any punch Villain could throw.