Reverb fell through the window in a way that lacked his usual grace but as soon as he started to stand up, it was probably more obvious why he did that. There was blood on his hands, on the front of his shirt and he took a while to get back to his feet, clearly injured. "Don't worry, it's not all my blood. Not that I think you'd be worried." Reverb smirked as he stood there, slightly bent double, looking at Hartley with great amusement.

"Do you hang around your house dressed like this? I like it. You're very invested. So few people are." No one ever took villainy seriously. He was glad someone finally was.