Grumbling at her, Peter ducked from her hand and reached to push his hand through his hair to neaten it back up. Dang it, Selina, don't be that big sister. Don't be her.
Listening to her, he smiled at the way she reassured him. She was good at that. She knew how to take care of people younger than her with no direction in a situation. He was sure she'd be a good mom some day. "Yeah? I guess we'll all have to be losers in costumes together."
He nodded a bit, frowning at that. "If it's that bad, why don't you leave? Wouldn't that be better for you? Then Batman could fix the place up, if that's his job."