He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than I’d ever seen them, golden butterscotch.

I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. There was no way I was going to own up to that.

He seemed to be wavering, torn by some internal dilemma. His eyes locked with mine, and I guessed he was making the decision right then whether or not to simply tell me the truth.

She wants to know if we’re secretly dating. And she wants to know how you feel about me.

Jessica’s analyzing everything I do — she’ll break it down for you later.

In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…

I knew he thought it was fear that upset me, and I was grateful again that I was the one person whose mind he couldn’t hear.

It was hard to keep up — his sudden mood changes left me always a step behind, dazed.

I hope you were more creative this time… or are you still stealing from comic books?

So you faint at the sight of blood?