GIO.

For the past four years Metropolis’s Daily Planet has had their very own Cupid gliding amongst the skyscraper floors. From starting out as a small column hidden between sports and recycling days to a highly popularized section that expands over two pages. All you need to do is look for the page with printed pink doodles ranging from hearts to constellations.

The writer, your name, lovingly goes by the name “Cupid” to her readers. An alias that is well known from Metropolis to Central City to Gotham.

Despite giving perfect date ideas, impeccable dating advice, and having the ability to touch each and every’s person heart with her words, her last relationship didn’t go exactly to plan.

A romantic fell head over heels for a man who has an innate fear of intimacy stemmed from a tragic loss experienced at a young age.

Tragic.

After one too many pints of cookies and cream ice cream and a job transfer from Gotham Gazette to the Daily Planet, Cupid turned that grievous event into motivation.

Just because her previous relationship ended poorly meant no one else’s had to.

Never fear, Cupid has not given up on love for herself. How could she? She loves love. Believes it makes people good and want to be good.

That’s not to say all of her dates ended well, because they didn’t... and despite what Lois and Cat says, all men in Metropolis don’t suck.

Especially a certain spectacled journalist.