Mr. Incredible has just handcuffed some burglars to the piping of a roof. A now-familiar figure waits on the sidelines, watching him work. She's not just for decoration, though - she knocked out two of the jewelry crooks right before Mr. Incredible arrived on the scene.

Always one step ahead of him, it seemed. He'd be furious if he weren't so damn infatuated these days.

"I think we're done here, Elastigirl."

"We? You're forgetting who took out most of them, Incredible."

"Of course. My apologies. How can I make it up to you?"

"How about dinner?"

His clever response halts in his throat. He was not expecting this request; he had been aching to ask her out for a while, but she would never say yes. Or so he had previously thought.

Mr. Incredible clears his throat and attempts to keep up his end of the playful banter.

"Tempting. I'll have to check my schedule, though. A man like me has priorities, you see."

In response, she quickly stretches her arm across the five foot gap between them, clipping him in the shoulder. He pretends to wince, but the punch feels feather-light through his steel-strength super suit.

"Clear it. I won't wait long," she retorts, flashing him that trademark smirk. He's more than happy to oblige her request, and they make plans to meet at an Italian restaurant uptown later that night.

Elastigirl exits in her usual fashion, leaping off of the roof in a graceful arch, and Mr. Incredible can't take his eyes off of her receding backside.