What if
there was no Spiderman, Superman, Batman or what if there was no Spiderwoman, Superwoman, Batwoman or.. that woman's looking at me furiously as if I'd just taken her comics away, but 
what if,
there really were real people 
and we were just the warm-up acts?

She's telling me about crypto-currency which disrupts my train of thought which my brain had only just caught,

nothing runs to time anymore, what's mine is not even mine anymore, what's she talking about currency for?

Love is peculiar and for no reason in particular
I shall go and give her a kiss.