"Luke can hire pretty muscle to stand around and who wants to be groped. If you want to do something with doing good, we'll find something. You don't have to 'just' do anything, Diego. And for the record," she said, leaning in a little and cupping his cheek, ghosts of her own hiding in the depths of her eyes, "there are some people you can't save. And that's not on you."

A sigh, because her wanting to keep him safe would stifle him. "There's always a target on my back. But we'll find something that's yours, Diego. Something that you want to do that you're good at." She just didn't know what beyond the fighting and vigilantism. Yes, he was good at both, but that wasn't a living. That was a calling. Even Devil Boy had a day job before he ran around in tights at night.