[Regarding a supervillain returning home from a night of corporate espionage, putting his feet up, thinking he's safe. Spoiler alert... he's not.]

Maybe it's the years catching up to him. The loneliness. Maybe it's the things he had to do to get paid tonight. Or so many nights before. But this is getting harder for him.

[The main characters are responding to a domestic violence call, involving a noted superhero.]

At Jack's request, Kate forgoes a siren. It's a fifteen-minute drive in midday traffic, but the Champion has enhanced senses, so they can't be too careful, he reasons, in not provoking him further. So she sticks to just an emergency light, and opts to commit as many traffic violations as possible on the way there.

[The main female character is staring down the aforementioned superhero in a confined space. Nothing to protect her.]

Kate is all too aware that there's nothing to protect her, here in the interrogation room. Even if she'd been allowed to enter with her weapon, the bullets would do as much good against Turner as they did against the Man in Black a few weeks ago. This man could turn her bones to powder, her insides to jelly.