“I’m trying to figure out what you are.” His jaw tightened, but he kept his smile in place with some effort. “Are you having any luck with that?” he asked in an offhand tone. “Not too much,” I admitted. He chuckled. “What are your theories?” I blushed. I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. There was no way I was going to own up to that.
