Mark knew how you felt about him being Invincible. You didn't like the media coverage, the way that people painted him to be such a bad person after his father, Nolan, wrecked the city and revealed what his actual endgame had been all along.

But none of that really mattered, because you spent most of your time with Mark, and not Invincible. Mark's identity was well hidden and not a lot of people knew that he was the one behind that mask. Which was both relieving to him. His family was safe, and he didn't need the recognition that came with saving people's lives, despite how often he joked about it. It was one of the reasons you loved him.

It was comfortable with him. Sitting around his room and waiting for him to come back while you read his latest volume of Seance Dog. It had become a routine at this point--even on the difficult days when you'd find him sitting on the little bit of roof outside his window, staring at the sky line.