"Too bad," Diana deadpanned. "I had a dress in my closet I thought would be perfect for you."

She wondered if he had nice legs. And then felt deeply ashamed of herself for going that way. But you couldn't blame a girl for daydreaming, every now and then. And certainly, daydreams were the naughtiest Diana was getting, as of late.

"Still," she continued, "good on you. Nothing wrong with that kind of ambition. Assuming you want to prove yourself by making life better for people, not going after them with a chainsaw and a hockey mask. You should know that I'm very anti-hockey. And anti-hockey masks."