"Yyyyeah. I um...come from one of those worlds where a lot of crazy people run around in costumes fighting each other. If I was about three times the bitch I'd actually be a second generation supervillain. Kind of weird to think about.

She took the glass and propped it between her narrow hands. "George...I like him. I'm not sure if I wouldn't seriously weird him out long term. He's very openminded for a cop though.

"I don't know. I'm not rushing into anything whatever I do. I don't want to mess anything up, or get so caught up I forget why I'm here."

She thought about graduation, about going back, still cradling her glass. "You know what the problem with becoming a superhero is? No goddamn paycheck."