His head cantered to one side when she first responded. "Luke is pretty muscle." Diego knew the man had been a bartender but wondered why the Bulletproof man of Harlem needed security when he was a living tank. Yet the murmur simmered as Jessica cupped his cheek and told him that there were some people he couldn't save.
He swallowed thickly, eyes falling along with his heart. Her memories flashed through his mind but so did his own. He was too late for Eudora. Too late for Grace. The same could be said about Vanya. All the memories made his heart lurch and his eyes water. "But there are people I can save."
Jessica wasn't wrong. He wasn't Bruce Wayne where he could use an inheritance to pay for being a masked crusader. New York was also proving a lot trickier than The City in fighting crime. Yet he honestly didn't have the first clue on how to earn an income if it wasn't winning a match or working security. Diego forced a smile and willed down the water that had collected in his eyes.
"Sounds great." It was a lie. Not that Diego would be opposed to finding a career, he didn't believe he'd be successful at one. Having an unconventional upbringing meant he didn't even have a high school diploma. He had an easy time obtaining his GED to go into the police academy but ultimately had no way to gauge how smart he was.
His childhood was filled with a varied education, more than the average child had been required to learn; latin, calligraphy, ballroom dancing, welding to name just a few ...in addition to the various martial arts and hand to hand training. Yet his world was also different than this one where Diego could hardly work a cell phone.
He brought his hands to her hips and gave Jessica a quick peck to the lips before standing in an effort to sell the notion of everything being fine. "I need to get those suits out of my bag. Probably iron them before putting them in the closet."
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He swallowed thickly, eyes falling along with his heart. Her memories flashed through his mind but so did his own. He was too late for Eudora. Too late for Grace. The same could be said about Vanya. All the memories made his heart lurch and his eyes water. "But there are people I can save."
Jessica wasn't wrong. He wasn't Bruce Wayne where he could use an inheritance to pay for being a masked crusader. New York was also proving a lot trickier than The City in fighting crime. Yet he honestly didn't have the first clue on how to earn an income if it wasn't winning a match or working security. Diego forced a smile and willed down the water that had collected in his eyes.
"Sounds great." It was a lie. Not that Diego would be opposed to finding a career, he didn't believe he'd be successful at one. Having an unconventional upbringing meant he didn't even have a high school diploma. He had an easy time obtaining his GED to go into the police academy but ultimately had no way to gauge how smart he was.
His childhood was filled with a varied education, more than the average child had been required to learn; latin, calligraphy, ballroom dancing, welding to name just a few ...in addition to the various martial arts and hand to hand training. Yet his world was also different than this one where Diego could hardly work a cell phone.
He brought his hands to her hips and gave Jessica a quick peck to the lips before standing in an effort to sell the notion of everything being fine. "I need to get those suits out of my bag. Probably iron them before putting them in the closet."