His heart was pounding in his chest. She'd feel it through their connection and when she rested her hand on him. He didn't know the extent of his survivor's guilt, having not thought about his life before in weeks. Jessica's voice broke through the dream but didn't fully wake him.

"Te amo," he mumbled as the dream shifted. Diego didn't mourn Eudora as a love lost. Their relationship had been over for years. She was a good cop and a great person, even if she didn't choose him. He felt responsible for her death as he did for his mother. In the years since he'd left home, he never pushed for her to leave. Both women made him a better man but didn't hold a candle to Jessica.

She wasn't programmed to care for him and neither did she try to make him be someone that he wasn't. Jessica loved him for who he was. She saw him in ways he couldn't yet love himself, but he loved her in those ways. Diego dreamt about the factory becoming their home, getting married, running successful businesses where he didn't have to play a bargain Batman anymore.

He lived a life Bruce Wayne would be envious of. Diego slowly woke as the sun began to flood the room and wake him from sleep. His arm was snug around Jessica's waist. He scrunched his nose and tried to open his eyes that felt nearly glued shut.