A fallen sidekick

Funnily enough, you weren't always a villain, but the sidekick of the famous Smoke Heart, a female hero preferring to stick to the shadow of night than the bright of day. But enough about her, you want to know your origin story. Coming from a poor background, you fought and scraped to stay alive. Then, one day, you pick-pocketed a mark that looked like a goddess but quickly got caught by the police. To your surprise, the "mark" bailed you out and gave you two options: stay here on the street or come live with her. You liked the second one much more. Living there, at first, was great but soon got boring. You hated the feeling but you missed the fear and **** that you had to deal with on a daily basis. Your host saw this and, so, showed you her deepest secret: her identity as the hero, Smoke Heart.

Over the years, you learned a great deal of hand to hand combat, stealth techniques and, of course, how to use gadgets. You became Smoky. Yeah, you always hated that name but those were still the best days of your life.

But, as you felt more alive, your mentor lost sight of who you were and you started seeing fear in her eye when she looked at you. See, you loved dealing out justice to criminals. Sometimes almost to the point of killing, though you always were able to hold back. Once, you dealt with the assassin, Cold Hunt, one of the biggest threats to your city. Smoke tried to stop you, saying not to rush in or you'd get yourself killed. In fact, she was so worried she persuaded you not to go by sleeping with you. She was obviously hiding something from you.

That didn't stop you when you got to the last known location of Cold Hunt. When you got there, though, sniper fire pinned you down. On the edge of dying, you hoped your hero would come for you, but she never did. Cold came to you finish you off, but you just stared the assassin down.

"I wanted the bitch not the pup.", a female voice came from the Cold's mask,

"Fuck yo-arrrgh...", you tried to retort defiantly.

You don't know if it was her feeling sorry for you or her wanting to have a way to hurt Smoke, but she saved you that day, patching you up then leaving you in a room filled with various armaments of too many types to count. She left you a note with a loaded pistol on top of it saying, "I won't be back any time soon. I don't care what you do, but something tells me you won't be going back to the bitch. So look after the place and, if you dare reveal any of this to anyone, well, let's just say you'll be going out with a bang."

From that day on you had two things: a bomb planted in your neck and a quest for **** on you mentor. And it was a lot easier to clean up the world with a gun and a will to kill than a taser and wasted mercy.