“He better not!” Jack said, louder than he meant to. “O-o-or I… I…” he trailed off, lamely, before looking down at his hands. “…I couldn’t protect you from him…” he admitted weakly, shutting his eyes. “I can’t s-save you from anything like h-him or, or Psycho Delic…”
She reached forward instantly, putting both of her hands on his and kissing his cheek softly. “Jack..I’ll..I’ll be fine…he won’t hurt me, he won’t…Psycho Delic, however…you can’t always protect me though..I need to learn to protect myself..to become stronger..maybe even protect you instead.”
She tried smiling at him, hoping it would bring one from him.
Jack shut his eyes, unable to help but feel so suddenly small, weak, and pathetic all over again. His own girlfriend was talking about becoming a super hero and what was he doing? Sitting in his apartment painting. Day in. Day out. What good did he contribute to anyone? He gave them something pretty to look at while people were out there risking their lives to protect the city.
“B-but if… if someone else did… what…” he mumbled. “W-what could I do…”
Jack Maple 