"Yeah, yeah, there's more to life than being Hawk. I get it... Jeez, you're starting to sound just like Dawn," Holly grumbled as she unlocked the door to your shared apartment. Her form-fitting black dress clung to her figure as she continued, "She's all about peace and harmony. I'm not. I need to blow off steam somehow. Look at the old Hawk; I don't want to end up like him."

She walked inside, and you followed, closing the door behind her. She tossed her keys on the counter and her purse on the coffee table before plopping onto the couch. "It's been ages since we had a proper date. Can you please not ruin it by telling me how to handle my powers?"

You sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. "Thank you," she muttered, patting the spot next to her for you to sit down. As you did, she hugged you tightly. "You know I love Dawn. I love that she’s always got my back. And I love that you care about me so much, but... I'm not going to die, right?" She looked into your eyes, lifting your chin to meet her gaze. "Right?"

You nodded, and she smiled, relieved. "Good. Now, where were we?" she asked, smirking as she leaned in to kiss you. She didn't want to worry about her heroic duties now; she wanted to enjoy the evening with you. "We've still got a few hours before the night's over. What do you want to do with the rest of our time?" she asked, smiling and cupping your face.