Soon enough, Marshall was released. 

"Why are there so many cars along the street?" He asked Fionna. 

She shrugged. "Maybe a lot of people got sick lately." 

One of the car owners was leaning on it. "You two must have been living under a rock." 

"We were hospitalized." Marshall sighed. "Or... I was." 

Fionna shrugged. "I have been focused on catching up on work, sleep, and healing my broken arm." 

"Well, since you two are oblivious, I'm here 'cause my editor, along with every news anchor and journalist on the Eastern Seaboard, sent me here to find this superhero chick and her crazy-ass boyfriend or something. As soon as someone gets an actual interview with her, this goes international." 

"Boyfriend?" Marshall asked. 

"Yeah. She seemed pretty upset when she thought this guy was injured, or something. She was helping him out and stuff. Even helped him out. If you ask me, this is all a bleeding heart hippie exchange, and somehow a bunch of idiot kids got a bunch of superpowers. Or a bunch of special effects." 

"There are reporters... everywhere?" Fionna repeated. 

"Yep. A popular theory is that the lunatic knocked up the bleeding heart and they both skipped town." 

Marshall and Fionna looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes. 

"How... do you know that they're having sex?" Marshall asked carefully. 

"Eh... I'll explain it to you when you and your friend there when no one's injured." He pulled out his phone and started playing a game, signaling the end of the conversation. 

"...right." Marshall said. "Moving on." 

He and Fionna continued walking down the street. "So... do you want to have the sex conversation or the reporter conversation?" Fionna asked. 

"Look, I-I'm not going to pressure you into anything, but can we just... soon, maybe? Like, after you get your cast off?" 

Fionna flushed. "Most of our relationship is built off of passionate banter under the moonlight." 

Marshall smirked. "You make that sound much more romantic than me showing up to bother you whilst trying to flirt like an idiot." 

"No, it was cute. And you're... actually really good at flirting." 

"Oh, sweetheart. You must have not known very many men." 

"I'm not going to stroke your ego, Marshall." Fionna laughed. "But in any case, back to the fact of our position of our relationship." 

"You stayed overnight at my house. You wore my clothes." He murmured in her ear. 

Fionna bit her lip. "I don't know, Marshall. It seems like we're moving a little fast..." 

"Hey, I don't mean now. But, when you get your cast off, maybe we can talk about it again." 

"Okay. So, about the reporters..." 

"Hopefully, they work the day shift, and don't try to hack hospital records for people that look like us with our injuries." Marshall grinned. 

"...that is actually a terrifying thought." Fionna said. 

"Oh, I know it is. Thank God they think that we skipped town."

"Hey, Marshall? Are you up for tonight?" 

"Are you serious? Fionna, you have a broken arm. I'm not sure this is a good idea." 

"You're right, it's dangerous, and you just got out of the hospital." 

"...you've been going the last few nights, haven't you?" 

"It's just a tiny fracture." She agreed. "So, why wouldn't I—?" 

"Fionna." Marshall said sternly. "You are injured. Don't do this." 

"I'm not saying you have—" 

He grabbed her and kissed her. "You're going to get hurt. And I swear, if I lose you..." 

"It won't come to that." Fionna promised. 

Marshall growled. "Oh, it won't come to that? Fionna, your arm is in a cast, your ribs are bruised, and criminals aren't going to play fair! I don't want to lose you, and I'm terrified that's going to happen!" 

"I'll be fine, Marshall. You're the one I need to worry about!" She said, feeling his bandages. 

He growled. "Excuse me? I can move just fine with some bandages, not a clunky cast." 

"Really? Because that's where people are gonna hit you a lot harder, while you can't use it to hurt them. You can hurt people with a cast." 

"Okay, Fionna? That's not what casts are supposed to be for." 

"Yeah, but I can multitask." 

Marshall covered his smile. "You're not supposed to do that. You're supposed to use it to heal. It's not going to do that if you go around whacking people in the face with it. Besides, doesn't it hurt?"

"Not... really..."

"Fionna, you're in pain. Does your sister know about this?"

"No, and she doesn't need to."

"Fionna. You can't do this to yourself." 

She didn't look him in the eye. "I have to help people."

"You can't help them when you're hurt. And I know nothing I can say will stop you."

"It won't." She agreed, finally looking him in the eye.

He smirked at her. "I guess that I'm just going to have to make sure that you don't go running off, then."

"Marshall, no. You can't keep me from helping people!" 

"Hm. Do you want to test that?" 

"Marshall, please don't do this! Remember the last time you tried to do something crazy to try and force me to do what you wanted? We both ended up in the hospital!" 

"Yes, but I'm just trying to keep you from being hurt. And... if I can't persuade you, and I can't stop you, then I guess it's a good thing that we're already working together. I'll watch out for you, okay? In return, you make sure that I don't get more banged-up than I already am, deal?" 

She nodded in relief. "Thank you." 

"Hey, I wasn't going to handcuff you to my radiator or something." Marshall laughed. "But hey, at least we got the first fight behind us. See you on the skyline, sweetheart." 

"See you on the skyline." 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"I'm actually surprised. You managed to hide your cast pretty well." The Demon said appreciatively. 

"And you your bandages." The Shieldmaiden grinned. 

The Demon grinned back. "Well, shall we? Crime won't wait for us to continue our banter." 

"I agree. Let's go." As they left the roof, a camera flash went off. 

"What was that?" The Shieldmaiden asked. 

"...reporters, probably." 

"They rigged the roofs?" She asked in shock. 

"At least they aren't flocking us." The Demon huffed. "That would be insane. Hey, has this happened to you before?" 

"No, it hasn't. Do you think that reporter we saw outside the hospital...?" 

"I don't know. And let's not make too much of a thing out of it, otherwise the only people we'll end up trusting are each other." 

"I am the only person you trust." She pointed out. 

"You have other people though. And you need them, like I need you. Come on, let's go knock bad people unconscious."