"Good," he replied gingerly as she agreed to call the police. "I'll head over there to make sure those creeps don't get the chance to make a break for it."
As she cupped his masked cheek, he smiled, the expression tangible if her fingers weren't too numb from the cold. "I'll put on my footy pajamas when I get home," he quipped, pulling back as her hand dropped. He walked backwards as she started towards the building, hesitating as she turned. Those four words widened his grin, a small inside joke that she'd never understand. "For your sake, I'd hope not. But I appreciate the sentiment."
With a cheerful salute, he shot a webline to the top of the Hamartia, crawling up it quickly. Though he was supported solely by a thread, he moved as if he were running along a track, smooth and natural. And soon, he was gone.