As I stand over her hospital bed I can’t help but feel at fault for why she is here. The burn stretching along her face is because of my negligence as a hero. Becoming a hero means having to pick your battles which sometimes ends sacrificing one you love for the greater good.

She eventually wakes up and double takes at me. Not everyday you wake up to see a superhero standing over you. “You….you’re that hero aren’t you, Edge” she says still grasping at reality. I slowly reach for my mask. Am I really about to do this? The mask, now resting in my hand by my side has done nothing but protect me and my identity. Now, as I look at her I can mutter only 2 words

Hey baby….