Chapter 77

"Despite considering that your ideals do not allow them to understand, possibly you can realize that your fun is not one of the attitudes that I most value," he said in that altered tone of voice so that his identity did not become revealed.

They were what society had understood of mortal enemies. He consisted of being the masked one who should be protecting the city every night of his life, as in the course of the day consisted of being the businessman with an impassive face and plenty of love stories to tell. As she... a... The wind that passed through her intense red hair whispered to her that she did not consist of being worthy of an individual like that. Because she didn't consist of being good. It didn't consist of being worthy, nor a heroine. That consisted of being the Queen of Hearts of Detroit; the wife of the arch-enemy of the night vigilante. And, worse than this thing, the woman who killed and attacked without the slightest prudence, every moment with a wide smile