[A strong desperation to be thoroughly convinced that Jason's actions were a momentary lapse in judgment -- it happened more often in the superhero world, she believed, than people would like to admit. It was bound to occur when taking on the responsibility of dealing personally with the darkest acts society could produce.]

Okay. Stay out of trouble.

[She felt as if she had been inflicting discomfort on him. She could recognize it, really, and selfishly pressed past it all in what she felt was quite a weak attempt at a connection. Her touch trailed down his jaw and finalized as a grip on his chin, turning his head slightly to the side as she kissed his cheek in a soft and unassuming gesture of gratitude.]

Or I'll come after you again.