“I just want to make sure that I know that I can trust you. That one day someone in your costume will not stab a knife into my back in the middle of battle.”
“I’m sorry.” Hero thought to himself for a moment, “42.”
“What?” Quinn asked perplexed at Hero’s random statement of numbers.
“If you’re ever uncertain that I am me or you are you. Ask me my lucky number. I’ll say 42.”
Quinn nods and puts his mask on.
“I guess that could work. For now at least. One day you’ll have to trust us.”
“Someday.”
Quinn steps forward towards the ledge.
“Quiet night.”
As if on cue, the museum alarm gets triggered and the screeching sound fills the air around them.
“Nice choice of meeting place!” Hero says with a laugh.
“Looks like a job for…”
