He stood at the window watching the sunrise. The colors began to pinch through the horizon, and he sighed as he turned back toward the bed. Watching her sleep, his heart weighed heavy with what he was going to do. Bit he had no choice. He loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And that could only be possible if he told her who he was.

Everyone has secrets. Bad childhoods, drunken choices, the older people get, the more they have that, when they meet someone new, they don’t necessarily feel comfortable sharing. Most of the time, if they did come out, they wouldn’t have any real impact. At 50, getting caught shoplifting at 12 loses some relevance.

When your secret is that you have intellectual and physical ability beyond 99 percent of the population, money and resources to rival Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne combined, and you spend your spare time catching international war criminals, however…well that’s not an easy conversation to start.