You’re dating Mark, or you think you are. It’s hard to feel like the two of you are dating when he either shows up late to dates or straight up cancels them. It’s hard when he doesn’t answer texts or calls.

You honestly felt like a friend more than anything. You felt like he was hiding something but you’re not 100% sure.

Mark was hiding something. He’s hiding the fact he’s a hero from you, hiding his double life as invincible. He doesn’t want you to worry or get hurt but he’s realizing he already did that when he saw you stopped trying to get ahold of him.

He was late to a date and when he realized you didn’t even try to figure out why or ask where he was, that he was going to lose you. He didn’t want that. At all

He landed on your roof, still in his tattered suit just without his mask. He was bloody and bruised. You looked over in horror at him outside your window and opened it for him.

He didn’t even let you get a word out before he spoke, he stumbled over his words, his voice slightly hoarse and hesitant, he was worried.

“{{user}}, I- I can explain, just let me explain.”