#superhero reader

I rolled my eyes, redirecting my focus to Spectra as she traced a possible cybersecurity breach downtown.

“Next time,” I muttered, “You’re taking the damn elevator.” Spectra snickered over the comms, the faint static crackling between bursts of laughter. “I was gonna take bets on whether you’d actually get on an elevator before lunchtime. Looks like I lose again.”

Torque’s voice boomed through the channel, reverberating like he was leaning back in his chair. “Remember last month? That stairwell in the warehouse district? You climbed three flights just to avoid one elevator ride! I put fifty on you taking the lift that day—wasted!”

Cinder’s chuckle came next, smooth and teasing. “Don’t forget the cargo lift incident. Dude stayed on the loading dock for twenty minutes because the metal box ‘looked unsafe.’ Then he carried a full supply crate up six flights just to prove a point.”

Oh, for fucks sake I began slamming my forehead into the desk. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered briefly, and the faint hum of the air conditioning made the room feel warmer than it should. All of B-Team was on the channel.

Whisper’s voice cut in, dry as ever over the comms. “Statistically, Reaper has spent more time running stairs than we have on actual missions. That’s… dedication, I guess.”

Reaper huffed audibly, irritation threading through the static. “I… prefer control… over gravity and cables.”

Sharp cackle from Spectra. “Control, right. Sure. Whatever keeps you from hugging the elevator shaft, buddy.”

Torque chimed in mock-serious, the edge of laughter barely restrained. “Next time, we should just carry him in a backpack. Cheaper than letting him walk the entire building.”

Cinder rattled lightly in the channel. “I vote we get betting slips for every mission. ‘Reaper elevator gamble’ highest odds, guaranteed payout.”

I was done. My repeated forehead slams had stopped partly out of concern for the coworkers in the cubicles next to me, the dull clatter of keys was lessened and a low murmur of voices made it clear some were already staring. Forehead red, I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling the slight thrum of tension in my shoulders, then snapped over comms, sharply and calmly. “Knock it the fuck off, everyone, and focus on finishing your tasks before the end of day.”

Comms went dead immediately.

Spectra finally muttered, a grudging note of respect in her tone. “Fine… but only because the cardio’s already done.”

After wrapping up with B-Team, it was already creeping past 5 a.m. The office was quiet now as most of the night shift was leaving and the day shift was starting to filter in.  My watch vibrated softly against my wrist as I stepped into the break room, its sterile glow cast over the tiled floor.

I yanked open the fridge, wincing as a sharp burn crawled from my arm up into my shoulder blade. The cold air bit against my skin. Breakfast, if you could call it that, was just whatever leftovers I’d shoved in from the night before.

I took a seat and pulled out the small orange bottle from my back pocket. Twisting the cap off and shook four white tablets into my palm before swallowing them dry.

I looked up to see Chase shuffling in, leaning slightly against the open doorway. How the hell had I not heard him?

I smiled faintly. “Hey, old man.”

He glared. “Watch it. I’m only thirty-nine.”

“Funny… didn't you qualify for early bird specials last week at Mario’s? Didn’t hear any complaints.”

“Ha! Stop evading the question. You’re not due in the med bay for another hour.”

I paused, setting my fork down, feeling the burn of fatigue in my shoulders. “Picked up another dispatch shift last night. Someone called out, figured SDN could use the help.”

Chase raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “And here I thought you were trying to catch up on sleep instead of burning yourself out before sunrise.”

“Please… don’t tell Blazer,” I muttered, glancing down at my untouched breakfast.

“Too late. Already knows. Also knows you’ve been skipping your physical therapy.”

I froze mid-forkful, the burn in my shoulder suddenly sharper traveling down my arm. “She… what?”

Chase smirked, leaning casually against the doorway. “Relax. She just reminded me she’s keeping tabs. Figure you’d like to know someone’s watching out for you. Whether you like it or not.”

I rubbed at my shoulder, feigning irritation. “Great. Just what I needed, an audience for my suffering.”

“Hey,” Chase said with a mock-serious tone, “someone’s gotta keep you honest.” taking a seat next to me. He leaned back slightly, giving me a look that brooked no nonsense. “Come on, kid. Talk to me. What’s going on? Haven’t seen you this down since you were ten, refusing to tell me where you’d hidden my shoes so I wouldn’t leave. Took me an hour to track down where you were holding them hostage.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at my lips remembering how I hid them behind the dryer. 

Chase didn’t push, just waited, arms crossed, eyes sharp but patient. I looked down, sleeves pulled up, and caught sight of my arms. The scars stretched across my skin like fault lines, ranging in width and color, hues of silvers, deep reds, bruised purples tracing a map from my neck down to my feet. Light glinted off them unevenly, highlighting every ridge and crease. “You ever… stop feeling like yourself?” 

Chase raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Kid, I haven’t felt like myself since the first time I hit Mach 2.”

I felt my throat tighten. “They keep saying I’ll recover. That my cells just need to ‘recalibrate.’ But what if this—” I gestured to my arms, the scars, “what if this is as good as it gets?” I paused before continuing. 

“I used to be a force,” I whispered, the words slipping out like something fragile. “I was the first one in, ready and unbreakable. Now I can’t even look at my reflection without feeling like I’m staring at someone else. Yamada says it’s progress, but I don’t feel whole. Every scar hums like it’s waiting for me to change again, and I don’t even know if I’ll survive the next one.” I leaned back, staring at the ceiling tiles. The hum of the vents filled the silence  steady, mechanical, almost like breathing. Four months into SDN and I was still pretending it all felt normal. Pretending the world hadn’t shifted underneath my feet when my body stopped listening to me. “I miss it,” I admitted, barely more than a breath. “Not just the size, the strength. The way everything felt smaller when I was her. Like I could hold the whole damn city together if I had to.” I let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Now I can’t even carry a file box without my fucking body lighting up like a live wire.” My fingers brushed over one of the faint scars, tracing the uneven lines. “They say this is the new beginning. Stability. Safety. But it doesn’t feel like living, Chase. It feels like I’m playing house in someone else’s skin.” I paused, eyes unfocused, watching the thin blue light from the break room’s vending machine flicker across my arm. “I tell myself I’m lucky... But there’s this quiet part of me that keeps wondering if the world will even forgive me.”

Chase leaned back, taking in what I had to say before looking at me straight and leaning in.

“You think you’re the only one who’s broken?”

I looked up, surprised at the edge in his voice.

“I used to run across continents,” he said, staring into distance, I could feel the nostalgia dipping off. “Could circle the globe in minutes. Just like that." He emphasized, snapping his fingers. "But every sprint took months off my life. Didn’t realize it ‘til it was too damn late. Now, I get winded climbing the stairs.”

He gave a short, humorless laugh. “I used to think speed was what made me untouchable. Turns out, it just made me burn out faster.” He paused “We all lose pieces of what made us feel invincible, kid. The trick isn’t getting them back. It’s figuring out what’s left… and making that count.”

I stayed quiet, the words hanging there like smoke. He wasn’t trying to comfort me. He wasn’t trying to fix it. He was just… telling the truth.

His voice dropped low, steady. “You think dispatch is a retirement home? It’s the second chance nobody else gets. You and me…we may not be out there in capes anymore, but we still save lives every damn day.”

I felt my eyes glisten, blinking hard to steady myself. “It’s not the same.”

“No,” he said softly. “It’s realer. Out there, people cheered. In here, nobody sees us and we still do it anyway. That’s the part that makes you a hero.”

Silence fell again, but it was gentler this time.

I exhaled slowly. “Do you think I’ll ever get better?”

Chase looked at me for a long moment. “I think,” he said finally, “you’ll stop needing to be who you were. And start becoming who you’re supposed to be.”

I sat with that for a while. The hum of the vending machine. The faint buzz of the overhead light. All of it settling into a strange kind of peace.

When Chase finally stood to leave, he gave my shoulder a reassuring pat. “Get some rest before your shift,” he said over his shoulder. “And get me something from the vending machine while you’re at it. I’m fucking starving.”

I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head as he walked out of the break room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Location: SDN, Torrance Branch — 9:04 a.m. Status: Med Bay — (Y/n L/n) on Medical Duty. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Flambae was already fussing over a small mirror, looking at the burn off area that had singed his eyebrows.

“I don’t see how this qualifies as an emergency,” I muttered, setting my medical kit down.

“That’s because you don’t care about appearance,” he shot back, voice sharp. “All you do is wear baggy clothes, and I’m pretty sure you’re just rotating the same three outfits.”

I looked down at my blue SDN shirt layered under a compression long sleeve that hung far past my wrists and jeans that were three sizes too big. The medical belt cinched around my waist was barely helping keep my pants up. “Keep it up and I won’t help.”

I raised an eyebrow, careful not to touch too roughly as I examined the area along his brow and hairline, checking to see if burns were present. “I feel bad… for that guy, having to put up with you.”

He shot me a glare that could’ve set off a fire alarm. “Excuse you. Feel bad for me.”

I leaned back slightly, studying the pattern of the singed hairs and seeing it was slightly inflamed. I already knew that Flambae was possibly wasting my time knowing he was fireproof but I decided to help him anyway “Knowing you,” I said, voice low, as I stayed focused “Kinda hard to, Matchstick.”

He scowled, but the corner of his mouth twitched. The faint smell of antiseptic and charred hair hung in the air as I dabbed at the area with a sterile pad, careful to soothe without stinging.

“Stop fucking calli—OW! The fuck kind of nurse are you?” Flambae yelped, jerking his head back as the antiseptic stung against the raw skin.

I didn’t flinch. “Medic and no,” I corrected dryly, holding the pad steady as I dabbed at the burn with deliberate precision. The tang of alcohol still clung to his singed hair, mixing with the sterile scent of the Med Bay.

I leaned back slightly, letting him flinch under the sting, and continued. “Look, your eyebrows will grow back. And since I can’t medically cure you from being a douche, here’s my professional recommendation: quit picking fights. That being said…” I paused, meeting his glare with an unflinching stare. “…as myself? Yeah, you definitely deserved this. And the other guy? He was definitely holding back.”

Flambae groaned, leaning back further. “Wow. Thanks for the moral support, doc.” A soft knock at the door drew both of our attention. Blonde Blazer.

“Hey—oh, sorry, didn’t expect you to be with a patient,” she said, stepping inside.

“It’s fine,” I replied, tossing a container of minoxidil towards a scowling Flambae. “He was just leaving.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, flipping me off as he hopped off the bed, the faint squeak of his boots fading down the hall.

I turned back to Mandy, letting a small, tired smile play on my lips. “Just a difficult patient. Anyway, what’s up?”

She closed the door behind her with a soft click, and I felt that familiar spike of tension

Fuck. 

The hum of the Med Bay seemed louder suddenly, the faint antiseptic scent mixing with the lingering burnt hair.

“Been hearing about the extra shifts you’ve been taking… and skipping your physical therapy,” she said, stepping fully into the room, her gaze steady and unflinching.

“Look—” I started, already bracing myself. She raised a hand to pause me, her movements calm but deliberate, “I’m not reprimanding you. I’m not judging you. I understand that you have to deal with this in your own way. This… It's a major life adjustment.” She paused, letting the weight of her words hang in the air. “So I want to offer a deal of sorts.”

I shifted on the edge of the chair, the medical belt digging slightly into my waist, and waited. She smiled “We have a new dispatcher for the Z-team and I want you to train him, you know show him the ropes that kind of thing”

“Mark quit? Damn… I thought this one would actually stick this time,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair and feeling the lingering burn crawling down my back.

“Well…” Mandy began, her tone careful, like she was trying to soften the blow, “…let’s just say he didn’t exactly make it past the probation period.”

I leaned back slightly, letting out a low whistle. “Figures. And having your car totaled would also play a role.”

Mandy gave a nervous smile. “Yeah… that probably didn’t help morale.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, rubbing at my shoulder again. “But then again, we aren’t your typical company. If things went smoothly around here, I’d probably start worrying.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “True. You definitely have a knack for keeping it interesting.”

I smirked, remembering the chaos. How I’d had to put the fear of God into Punch-Up and Golem just to get them to apologize properly, Golem sulking like a toddler while Punch-Up muttered under his breath, arms crossed and scowling the entire time. Sparks from the demolished car still danced in my memory, the sharp tang of burnt metal lingering in my nose. Somehow, amidst all the yelling, the fire, and the wreckage, I’d managed to drag some semblance of accountability out of them.

“Exhausting,” I muttered, more to myself than to Mandy, shaking my head. “My monkeys, my circus”

Mandy crossed her arms, giving me that look, the one that meant she’d been waiting for the perfect moment to ruin my morning. “Speaking of which, you’ll be helping him get on board with the new protocols. So you can stop volunteering for extra dispatch shifts.”

“Why do I feel a but coming on?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“But,” she said with that too-sweet smile, “you do need to start showing up to your physical therapy appointments. Or you’re on suspension.”

I blinked “I thought this wasn’t a reprimand!”

“It’s not,” Mandy replied, entirely too calm. “It’s a friendly reminder from someone who’s tired of filling out your overtime forms and covering for you with Dr. Yamada.”

I groaned, dropping my forehead into my hands. “Friendly reminder, my ass. Also, Yamada can go suck it.”

Mandy didn’t miss a beat. “He’d write that in your chart too, you know.”

I shot her a sideways glare. “Good. Maybe then he’ll finally stop calling it ‘muscle re-acclimation therapy.’ It’s just torture with nicer lighting.” Mandy smirked, crossing her arms. “You know, most people would kill for the chance to recover their abilities at all.”

“Yeah, well,” I muttered, “most people haven’t experienced their body practically tear itself apart from the inside out.”

Her expression softened, but just for a moment. “You could make this easier on yourself, you know. Show up, do the therapy, stop acting like every medical order is a personal insult.”

“I am showing up,” I said defensively.

Mandy arched an eyebrow, arms crossing. “Sitting in the waiting room for five minutes and then ghosting because ‘Dispatch needed you’ doesn’t count.” She even threw in the finger quotes for good measure.

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “You know, I miss when everyone just listened to me.”

Mandy laughed under her breath, shaking her head as she moved toward the door. “Tell that to Yamada. He’s still convinced you’re gonna start a fight in his lab one of these days.”

I gave a humorless smile. “If he decides to try that thing with my shoulder blades again, I might.”

That earned me a genuine laugh this time, quick, bright, and gone too fast. She sobered after a second, leaning against the counter beside me. “Seriously though, Y/n. We both know this place runs because you refuse to quit. But there’s a difference between holding the line and burning out.”

She turned toward the door, her shoes clicking softly against the linoleum, then paused halfway through. “Don’t forget to swing by my office at 10:30. That’s when our new dispatcher will be clocking in today.”

“So what’s this guy’s name, anyway?” I called after her.

She glanced over her shoulder with the faintest smirk. “Robert Robertson. Remember, 10:30.”

And just like that, she was gone, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft hiss.

I blinked, staring at the empty space she’d left.

Conquest putting reader in the amazonian position hmm.... 

Like, reader isn't even one of the big heroes, like he hasn't even been asked to join a team, but he's strong enough to land a punch on conquest during a fight. He would have been able to land more, if he hadn't been so distracted. Conquest is just so fucking hot, how could he not be hard the entire time? 

Conquest crushing the reader against the ground, ready to crush his skull, only for his brows to furrow, nose to flare and a crooked feral grin stretching on to his lips. “Very well, worm. I will admit your proposition is tempting, for such a weakling” cuz viltrumites fight as foreplay. 

Reader gets fucked with a concussion and dude doesn't even care, hands gripping Conquests legs and hands, eyes rolling and back arching. Conquest doesn't have the most experience, but god, having such a heavy muscular guy slamming down on his dick and aching hips is more than enough. 

Conquest laughing and mocking the reader for only being able to “spill your seed” once, and that he should “prove your worth, worm”. Viltrumite, conquestussy level milking and overstimulation. I know that viltrumite hole is lethal, especially for a normal hero like the reader. 

Reader ends up saving earth cuz Conquests spends his time riding dick and milking him dry, instead of destroying invincible and the planet. Give this guy a medal. 

Conquest gripping the readers chin and telling him he will be back when all it said and done, and that reader will become acceptable with time. This is just the viltrumite speaking, he really enjoyed himself. Plus, reader looks cute sobbing with pleasure and overstimulation. 

After Conquest leaves, reader is just limp, sucked completely dry, and he swears his hips have to be broken. Savior of the planet, laying in the hospital bed in the GDA, with his hips in a cast, covered in bruises and a neck brace. “It was all worth it” he says, thinking about that big heavy guy sitting on his face. 

you had parted ways with the GDA some time ago, marking it off as a need for something new. you could only fight so long, for so much. you had been in the spotlight ever since your powers had finally developed, being someone who could virtually heal anything with the power of music. it was rather silly in your eyes but it made you and anyone you wanted to protect virtually invincible. any wounds or injuries would mend in seconds in your presence, people feeling safe around you, other heroes feeling energised to keep on fighting. at some point, you felt the same way until… you didn't. it had only been a matter of time, after all.

the GDA was desperate to keep you so you kept their number just in case things were to happen. that is, until something finally did happen. it was a random tuesday, you think. you had been on the way to your hotel in the city for your little vacation, you had been waiting for so long for it. tapping into your savings from working with the guardians to afford it. you were happy, life was good. you had a nice car, a nice place far from the city, a couple dogs, cats, and one snake that you loved dearly. you were single, not that you minded much actually.

so what exactly happened? how the hell did your car end up split in half by falling debris and cradling the lifeless body of some innocent civilian that got extremely unlucky? you could barely wrap your mind around it.

it was hard to try and keep your music up enough to keep yourself safe, but to try and sweep in and aid those who were helpless was something else entirely. you let out a loud groan of frustration as you carefully set the body down somewhere undisturbed, making a mental note to come back for it later. you had to keep up, getting as many people out of there as you could, but there was always the few that escaped your grasp, all falling victim to some horrible fate that no amount of healing nor music could help. you couldn't get distracted.

you were glad you had kept the equipment the GDA had made for you, even gladder to have kept it close. the music coming off of the holographic speakers around you was loud, a beacon of hope in the midst of the destruction around you, but it kept people safe and you kept playing. you kept far away from the fighting as much as you could, ushering innocents away from their very close deaths. of course, you were putting a big ole target on your head with how loud it all was, but you couldn't care less. sounds waves were blasting anything that came your way, cracking open asphalt that trapped some poor kid underneath it all. you could spot the blood pooling next to him, his mother probably. you grimaced and carried him away, making sure to heal whatever cuts and bruises he had. thankfully, unharmed physically. mentally… you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

you were doing your job well, keeping things somewhat peaceful until you spotted a stray arm sticking out of some debris. you quickly flew over, pushing off any concrete that held this person down. your heart beating frantically in your chest, you dug as much as you could, hoping that they didn't die before you got there. you grabbed at their hand and pulled as much as you could, using your sound waves to blast at the concrete as you did so. you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the warm from their palm, squeezing it in reassurance. you passed your fingers over their wrist, trying to find their pulse but no dice. so you used your powers to heal whatever injuries they might've sustained, a soothing melody that has the person feeling mushy.

"hey, are you okay?!" you shouted over the chaos around you, hand reaching out to grip at their shoulder. you pulled as hard as you can, thinking to yourself, holy fuck this guy is heavy as hell. you were about to yell again until the hand grabbed at your own roughly, your joints creaking in protest as it did so.

"woah--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before a giant man emerged from the rubble in front of you. he was much, much taller than you, and built like a fucking tank. if you weren't scared shitless, you would have asked him where he worked out. your jaw dropped, staring at the stranger before you.

conquest was having fun with this. he was having fun with all of this! this planet's defences were as measly as he had imagined, so it wasn't a surprise when the creatures that inhabited it were squished by a simple rock to their soft spots. but he was pleasantly surprised by its defender. a halfbreed viltrumite, weak like all those other flesh bags, but much more resilient. the worm even got him to bleed, which was a surprise in itself.

so who was this, mending the little scrapes and bruises that his body has yet to heal? why did it feel… good? like a warm feeling throughout his body, a hum of a familiar tune that made him want to… sleep? what the hell was this? it feels odd, he feels light. lighter than he would when he's flying, it was something else entirely. the touch was soft, much unlike he's ever felt before. a gentle squeeze, a faint hold. it was a strange combination, nothing like he's felt before. he let out a rough grunt, grabbing at the hand that was given to him, rising from the rubble he was buried underneath.

conquest brought up the creature that had healed him by the arm, thick brows furrowed as he stared down at it. it was fearful, trying to wrestle out of his iron grip and escape. but the viltrumite was curious about it now, who exactly was this worm? and was it so stupid to not know its own enemy?

you were gonna throw up. of course, of course you healed the wrong person. just your luck that you had healed THE VERY FUCKING THING THAT WAS CAUSING ALL THIS DEATH AND DESTRUCTION IN THE FIRST PLACE. you let out a pained noise as his grip around your wrist tightened, trying to just get away. you could keep yourself safe when fighting anything but a viltrumite? this was something else entirely.

you were smarter than to try and use your offensive powers against him, so instead, you allowed yourself to play a somewhat scattered melody to heal the broken bones within your hand and wrist. he tilted his head to the side, examining you like a piece of meat. i suppose that was what you were now. a stupid, musical adept piece of meat for him to tear into.

closing your eyes, you couldn't believe this was the day you would die. you didn't even get to take your vacation.

… but nothing happens? it's been a couple minutes, he should've killed you by now. you crack your eye open and take a look at him, startled by his one eyed gaze. his pupils are slits, examining you like you were some foreign… thing. and then he smiles. it's an unsettling one, but he grabs you by the waist, a much gentler hold than what he had on your wrist.

"you're the foolish one who helped me, aren't you?" his deep voice rings out over your healing melody and the rumbling chaos around you both.

you're speechless for a moment before nodding frantically, looking around for anything, anyone. unfortunately, no dice. it was just you, him and the fuck metric ton of dead bodies that he caused around you.

"hmm…" conquest mutters to himself. it was a strange feeling, the closer you were to him, the more that strange warm feeling seeped deep into his bones. he couldn't help but let out a deep purr that rattled you silly. he was like a big cat to you, a big, murderous psychotic cat. with his arms around you, it was… comforting? in a really, really fucked up way. you swallowed thickly as you stared up at him as he smiled down at you, what the fuck is going on?

"what is your name, worm?" the stranger asked, examining your face closely as he spoke. your mouth was dry, gaping like a fish out of water. his arms was tightening around you the longer you took to answer him and you stammered out your full legal out of sheer nervousness. he didn't seem like a patient man at all.

he repeats it under his breath, it rolls off nicely on his tongue. his arms lighten around your waist, your ribs definitely bruised after all this. you let out a groan, brain too scattered to make a coherent melody to heal yourself. instead, you looked back to him as his grin widened. crooked teeth and a prominent scar, you would have called him handsome if you weren't actively in danger of being ripped apart by this alien.

"… perhaps lord thragg wouldn't mind if i kept a pet, hm?" conquest purrs, that metallic hand reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "a healing songbird, doesn't that sound nice? my little songbird." you barely have enough time to speak before he takes off with you in his arms, away from the destruction and chaos that he caused.

mark was clueless as to why conquest had disappeared all of the sudden. in a blink of an eye, he was alone, beaten and bruised on the ground. it gave him time to breathe but it was nerve wracking to think about.

What the fuck just happened?

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Mark’s head shot up, the unconscious gun for hire hitting the floor with a clunk. Cursing silently, he took off into the air, heading to Rex’s aid. He got two feet into the air when something wrapped around his ankle. and stopped him. Mark’s eyes widened drastically, his head whipping around.

And there you were, holding onto his ankle like it wasn’t attached to the strongest person to exist, like, ever. 

“What the—“

Mark coughed as you flung him directly into the concrete floor, dust and debris spraying from the impact. 

Holy shit.

Had you just done that? 

Mark shook his head, blinking as he forced himself up. And there you were again, standing over him like some avenging angel. tall and lethal and… A threat.

Mark’s heart stuttered as pain radiated through his spine.

You’d… You’d actually hurt him.

His brain quite literally short-circuited.

That meant... Oh, god, you could take him. 

Maybe it was wrong for him to say he was unsatisfied sexually—frustrated, more like. He’d ended things with Amber and Eve for the same reason. He was too afraid to hurt them, and because of that, he always felt like he couldn’t truly give himself release. 

Even just a hint of his true strength exerted on them left them taking days to recover. Mark always felt so, so guilty. And, then, of course, he’d end up fucking his hand later in the night, over and over until he was finally spent. 

And so, to see you there, looming over him and shaking out your hands arrogantly as you had barely thrown him. To imagine all that you could handle? to imagine all that he could do?

“Stay down,” You hissed, bringing him back to the present, before diving back into the shadows. Mark spluttered, shooting up even as his bones sang. Without thinking, he dashed forward, catching you by the hips and slamming you into the wall, fifty feet away.

You huffed, cheek grazing the stone as Invincible’s figure molded into yours. 

“Fuck, sorry,” Mark apologized as he noticed your grimace. 

“No, it’s not that, asshole,” You growled. “Your dick is stabbing me—get off! Fuckin’ perv” 

Mark choked as you threw your elbow back into his stomach, instantly doubling over. You wasted no time in sprinting around the corner. Gone.

Mark’s face flushed fire engine red, conveniently hidden by his partial mask.

Was he hard? Oh, god, yes, he was. 

“Uh, a little help, invincible?!” Rex screamed. Mark whipped around. Right, right, the job. 

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“Well, maybe we would’ve won faster if Mark wasn’t too busy flirting,” Rex sighed, rolling his eyes as he held an ice pack to his cheek. Mark raked a hand over his face, breathing deeply. 

“I was not,” Mark interjected. Kate snorted from across the room, tipping a beer in Mark’s direction. 

“Puhlease, you were practically drooling over that girl—who, in fact, kicked your ass.” 

Mark swallowed his irritation; another question far outweighed the embarrassment. 

“Whatever,” He brushed off. “Who even was that?” 

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“She’s Angstrom’s last resort,” Cecil stated, brows creased as they cycled through your file on the main monitor. “Stolen from a neighboring universe, one would assume.”

Mark’s chest went cold, a flicker of anger running through him, not at you, of course. If anything, he felt bad for you. You were an innocent in all of this—well, not now, since you were aligned with the lizard league—but brought here not of your own choice, nonetheless. 

“I don’t understand.”

Cecil grunted, leaning back against one of the rows of desks. 

“He went to a universe where I guess she was your equivalent. Brought her here. And then he disappeared before she could be wielded. We… We don’t have much on her.”

Mark watched a few videos of surveillance footage from one of your heists. The way you fought—cocky and borderline arrogant—you were a total force to be reckoned with. Speed and strength that rivaled Mark’s. Easy. 

Mark swallowed thickly, willing his cock to stop from hardening. Now was definitely not the time. A small part of his brain reminded him how he usually relied heavily on his moral compass. You were objectively one of the bad guys. He shouldn’t have felt anything for you. And yet, all he could think about was getting you here… Getting you under him.

Maybe it was selfish. 

He didn’t care. 

“She’s incredible,” Mark finally breathed.

“She’s dangerous,” Cecil corrected. “And she needs to either be recruited or stopped.”

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Recruited… You’d be recruited. And Mark would be the one to recruit you. He’d tried not to appear so eager to volunteer himself, but in reality, he’d already had one foot out of the door when Cecil gave him orders. 

You were dangerous, he knew that. You were still fairly new to this universe, and so maybe you could be reasoned with. At least, that’s what Mark told himself. Drones had spotted and singled out your apartment earlier that afternoon, the coordinates ingrained in Mark’s memory by now. 

He felt a bit icky toward the rush he felt knowing he had your address. Oh well, he’d deal with that another time. 

Touching down on the roof of your apartment sent a jolt of anticipation and excitement up Mark’s spine. He willed himself to calm, knowing that his main job was to convince you to join the Guardians. He needed to think with his other head for the time being. 

Mark floated down the length of the building until he touched down on the edge of the fire escape just outside your apartment. Your window was unlocked. Either you were overly confident in your abilities, or forgetful. Mark fought the smirk, turning his lips upward as he slid into your apartment. 

It was quaint, barely furnished. It seemed a bit too uniform to be anyone’s home. But the litter and dirty clothes thrown across the open space told him someone did, in fact, frequent here. Mark continued onward, his masked face scanning each corner. It was silent in your apartment, something that did little to reassure Mark, even though he’d been promised you were here. 

Mark continued into the kitchen, glancing over it into the dining room. Nothing. 

That was until a shadow darted in front of him, and he was suddenly knocked to the floor. He shouted, struggling as two lithe hands wrapped around his wrists, forcing him down onto the linoleum flooring. 

And when his vision became clear, he found you in all your glory, atop him. No longer in your costume, but in a skin-tight top and jean shorts. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck—god, okay, he needed to focus. 

“Twice in one day?” You said, thighs bracketing his ribs. Eyes glinting, hair falling into your view. “My, my, aren't I a lucky gal?” 

Your voice dripped sarcasm. He wanted to taste it. 

Oh, Jesus. Mark tried his best not to move, especially as his eyes focused on your thick, perfect thighs.

“Uh, I uh, you’re.. Listen—“

“No, you listen,” You interrupted. “I know exactly who you are, Mark Grayson. But you don’t know a single thing about me. And it’s gonna stay that way.”

You slid from his lap, Mark’s eyes nearly bulging from his head as you rolled over his crotch. He blinked, reining in his attraction and forcing himself to his feet.

“Hey—Hey!” He spluttered, seeing your form dart around the corner. “Don’t just—you can’t just walk away!”

“And why is that?” 

Mark blinked, turning to find you not in the open bedroom down the hall, but instead, behind him. Hip cocked with a rucksack hoisted over your shoulder. When had you…? 

God, you looked good—

“I…” Mark coughed, shaking his head. “Because it’s either join us, or be put in prison.”

A deathly stillness covered you as Mark’s statement settled around you.

“Oh, yeah?” You whispered, brows rising slowly. “And just who is gonna put me there?”

A streak of indignation flared through him. Who the fuck did you think?

“Me,” Mark answered, frowning. You chuckled, running your hand over the strap of your bag. 

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

Mark’s brows raised, mouth quirking. 

“You think I’m pretty?”

You rolled your eyes, snorting as you turned for your front door. 

“Leave me alone, Mark Grayson. I don’t give a shit about your team, or morals, or your threats.” 

Your hand had just closed around the handle when Mark’s gloved hand slammed above your head, holding the door closed. You whipped around, eyes flaring in anger. 

“I gave you your options. Either way, you’re coming with me.”

You growled, dropping the sack as your hand zipped through the air, fingers curled into a fist. But it was caught by Mark’s free hand and dragged above your head. You gasped, trying your other hand, only to find it caught and held prisoner as well.

And the bastard had the gall to smirk down at you. 

You had to give it to him, though. Mark was the strongest person you’d encountered in a long while—most likely your equal in every way. Your breathing faltered as you looked up at the man towering above you—really looked at him. 

Strength and power lingering in every sinewy muscle upon the man in front of you, his blood running as hot as yours. A match—a real match.

And damn it all, maybe it was because you’d hadn’t had a real fight since meeting him, or maybe it was the way his tongue darted across his bottom lip. 

But you craved him—his anger and his fight and… God, you craved it all. You knew he could bite and make it hurt. You need something to hurt and be real, especially after the darkness you’d recently been dragged through. 

And though you couldn't see his eyes, you could feel just how badly he wanted the game as well—the fight and the chase. Heat filled you, racing down to your toes and making your head dizzy. 

“Alright, Mark Grayson, let’s see what you’ve got,” You purred, before thrusting your knee up between his legs. And, the almighty Invincible came crashing to the floor, holding his bruised balls. With a cackle, you slipped out of the window before leaping from the fire escape. Catching yourself on the last rung of the ladder, you used the momentum to catapult yourself down the wet alleyway, sticking to the cover of shadows. 

Not good enough, apparently, as Mark crashed into the stone not even two feet away, using his shoulder to force you face-first into the wall. You huffed as you collided with the side of the apartment building, the giant mass of man pressing against you immediately. Lips brushed against your ear as he leaned down, and you suppressed a shudder. 

“Low. Blow,” Mark hissed through gritted teeth, pinning your arms behind your back. You swallowed your yelp of pain, your chin scraping against the grimy brick wall. “But if you wanna play dirty, then so can I.” 

Mark dove into your neck, and you barely felt the imprint of his teeth before he bit down. Hard. You screamed, pain and heat flooding you equally. Mark grinned, nostrils flaring.

“Knew it. Knew I smelled you.”

You gasped, hips pressing back against his growing bulge. 

“Smelled you first,” You shot back. But you made no real move to escape him, even as you wriggled against his hold. Mark noticed, running his tongue over the bruise he’d given you. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.

“So then you know,” He whispered. “I want you. And you…” His voice became gravelly, his free hand dancing along your waist. “You can take me. Actually, take me.”

He emphasized his words by a buck of his hips, and you couldn’t hide the sound that escaped your throat. 

“You don't know a thing about me,“ You retorted, a shred of clarity striking through the haze. 

“I know enough about you that you can take my cock without me splitting you in half. I know that I’ve watched you for the past 12 hours, wondering how I could get you into my bed, or me into yours. I know you were wet when you felt me hard earlier, just like you’re wet for me now.” 

You mewled as the hand on your waist moved to toy with the hem of your shorts, fingertips just barely dipping past the material. 

“I also know that you sought me out today, too.” 

Your eyes shot open, ice dousing your spine. Fuck, you were sure you’d been discreet. But if he knew...

Silence, heavy and tense, fell over the two of you. 

“We doing this?” Mark asked, his grip loosening on your wrists. Your pulse fluttered once more. He was giving you an out. Hell no. 

“Yes,” You breathed, one note away from pleading. 

It was messy, hot, wet, and nothing short of downright filthy. Mark’s abdomen pressed tightly against your wrists, keeping them pinned behind you. He’s moved that hand to wrap around your throat after tossing his mask to the side, leaning your face so he could kiss you.

More like suck the soul out of you. You’d nearly melted when his lips had found yours, back bowed and neck arched to the point you were nearly upside down. And he kissed you, fiercely, right there in the dark alleyway, pressed up against the rough brick until you were sure you’d never breathe again. It was maddening.

And then his other hand finally shot into your shorts. And—

“Oh, fuck,” You moaned, his fingers finding your slick, puffy clit almost immediately. He moved his fingers in skilled, deft rotations until colors began to shoot across your eyelids. 

“Mmm, tell me how good it feels,” He cooed, his other hand tightening around your neck. Claiming and possessive. 

“So good,” you whispered brokenly, mouth falling open as his movements began to quicken, simultaneously pressing down on the bundle of nerves. You hissed, arching further against Mark as he hummed approvingly. 

“Getting close?”

Yes, god, you were—and it had only been minutes. Who the fuck was this man?!

You whined, hips jerking as Mark doused you in soft praises, rocking his hand against you. Your chest scraped against the wall, drool dripping from your open mouth. It was nasty, and you loved it. 

And all at once, you were cumming, pulsing, and clenching around nothing. Mark covered your mouth as you cried out for him, working you through your orgasm until you could barely stand. 

“You’re perfect,” He whispered, turning you around to face him. You blinked through the happy hormone release, expression leveling. And rearing back, you punched him hard enough in the shoulder to send him sprawling a few feet. 

“Pussy,” You snorted, grinning wider at the betrayed expression that tainted Mark’s face. 

“Oh, really?” He challenged, a darkness growing in his already dilated gaze, making the fire in your belly roar. You bit your lip, nodding slowly. And suddenly, he was back on you, hands cupping your face as he dragged you into another mind-boggling kiss. 

Mark Grayson was easily the kisser you’d ever had. 

You moaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to twirl with yours. You were so distracted by the action that you barely noticed his hands leaving your cheeks. Until they slipped under your ass and hoisted you up. 

You broke free, gasping as he settled you around his hips, your ankles coming to lock around his lower back on instinct. His finger danced along the seam of your jean shorts once more, before gripping the front. Your eyes widened.

“Wait—“

You jerked forward as Mark ripped your jeans down the front, your underwear following, exposing your dripping cunt to him.

“I’m done waiting,” He growled, reaching back to unzip his suit. He was moving too fast—even for you—and before you realized it, he was revealing the biggest cock you’d ever seen. 

“Holy shit,” You whispered, back grating against the wall. Mark huffed, eyes glazed slightly as they found yours. 

“You can take it,” He assured, voice rough. He then moved the leaking, aching tip down to your pussy, spearing through your wet folds. Both of you hissed as his cock made contact. 

“”s gonna hurt a bit,” Mark warned, his attention locked in on your entrance—on the way your pussy tried to swallow him. You hummed in acknowledgement, the back of your head leaning against the brick. 

“Good.”

And then he was guiding his tip into your entrance, enveloped immediately by your velvety walls. You gasped, Mark hissing as you squeezed around him. One hand braced the wall beside you, the other gripping your hip so tightly you were sure there would be bruises later. The stretch was nearly blinding, but eventually your body yielded to him. 

“God,” He groaned, thrusting another inch inside of you, his voice sounding drunk on pleasure. “You’re so tight.”

You could barely breathe as he began to drag you down onto his cock, as well as thrust up. Mark was intent on making your body mold to him, slick squelches echoing brutally in the alleyway as you accommodated. 

And it was heaven, spine-tingling as his thick tip kissed the deepest parts of you. Mark’s hand tightened against your head, brick crumbling. He looked pained, grimacing as he worked himself in further. 

“I—god, I,” He stuttered, breathlessly.

“Mark?” You asked shakily. Mark groaned upon hearing you say his name, sweat beading at his temples. And then he broke. 

“Oh, fuck, I can’t help it,” He choked, before both hands moved to your hips. In one moment, he was guiding you gently up and down, and in the next, he was jostling your body against the wall, thoroughly and completely fucking you. You gasped as pleasure soared through your veins, your hands flying to find purchase on his shoulders. Your nails caught on his exposed skin, scratching deeply. 

“Yes,” He growled, hips snapping into yours, tip bullying your cervix with each thrust. And you were fading, fast, barreling toward that second release. It was brutal and cruel and wicked, and you loved it. Moans poured from your mouth freely, absorbed into Mark’s mouth, or his shoulder, or his palm. His mouth trailed over any expanse of skin he could find, marking and claiming and nipping. 

“So, so, perfect for me,” He whispered, pressing the pad of his thumb into your mouth. “Suck.”

You did, core tightening around his cock. Mark’s knees nearly buckled at the feeling, a lazy grin covering his features. 

“Good girl.”

And that did it, your spine locked as your second orgasm ripped through you, morphing into a third as Mark slid an arm under your thigh and began moving faster than you could think. Your words became slurred, noises no better than a gargled mess, pussy clamping over and over and over on the man inside you. 

“‘m gonna cum,” Mark declared deeply, his thrusts becoming choppy. “Where do you want it?”

“In me, please, fill me up, Mark,” You pleaded. And, God, if you’d had any sense, you would’ve shut the hell up. Gasping and crying out like a whore, being railed in the shadows of a dark alley. But it felt so dirty and right. Mark was scratching an itch inside of you that hadn’t been scratched—ever. 

What the fuck were you gonna do after he left?

Mark’s whines drenched your skin as he all but collapsed into you, stilling as he filled you deep and full. Hard, deep thrusts, wracking your body as your back collided with the wall behind you, your ankles barely keeping themselves wrapped around his waist. It was addicting, you thought with a start, the feeling of his cum filling you hot and heavy. Oh shit, you were in for it. 

Mark finally heaved a great sigh, head collapsing onto your shoulder. His hands tightened around your hips, holding you close to him, the city sounds replacing the broken cries and ragged pants. 

“Holy…” He breathed, voice muffled by your skin. 

“Shit,” You finished, letting your eyes flutter shut. You were so pleasantly sore and exhausted. A few minutes of silence passed between you, your body heat melding with happy hormones, making it peaceful. Your eyes opened slightly as you felt Mark stir within you. He twitched. And then twitched again. You perked up, disbelief furrowing your brows. 

“Are you…?”

Mark chuckled, pulling out of you slightly only to thrust back in. Yes, damnit, he was getting hard. You moaned weakly at the sweet overstimulation fluttering through you.

“Hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight,” Mark murmured, leaning back to look at you fully. You shook your head, lips curling. 

“You’re ridiculous, Invincible.”

“No, I’m persistent and good at what I do. Does this mean you’ll come back with me?” He prodded expectantly, accentuating his words with another thrust. You gasped, hands flying to his chest. 

“I will if you continue to do that.”

Mark grinned before setting a slow and deep pace. 

“Deal.”

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The big, ugly and leathery creature was causing enough property damage to hire at least six whole construction companies. Citizens were running around in the dark, screaming and stumbling. It was your job to make sure those people made it home tonight. That is, if their building wasn't completely left in rubble. 

“Can you cover me, Guy? This thing is--fuck! Trying to kill me!” You groaned as you held up a piece of road asphalt as a shield in front of you for the third time in the last ten minutes. The creature threw another taxi in your direction, and you winced as glass exploded all around you. A bright red screen enveloped your eyes as you let go of the crumbling piece, you finally let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks, Michael.” You didn’t have to look up to know it was his signature color. You heard a scoff to your left. 

“Oh come on, I was getting there! You’ always here to steal my spotlight, huh?” 

A green wrecking ball crashed into the creature's side, effectively ripping their focus onto Guy now.

“Clearly not quick enough, I almost got fucking crushed.” You muttered, stepping out of the red bubble and dusting off your suit. To your right, Michael deactivated the shield with a single hand motion. 

“You good?” He asked, his eyes briefly scanning over your face. You felt a burning sensation on the side of your jaw and cheek, a scratch mark from whatever rubble had hit you during the fight. You wiped at it with the back of your hand, and he said nothing.

“Yeah, thanks.” You flashed a smile, ignoring the ache in your joints as you straightened up. Another piece of rubble flew behind you, but that wasn't your concern at the moment. 

“You always know when to show up, huh?” 

“I was here the whole time…”

You blink, pursing your lips. 

“Oh I uh, yeah of course. I just meant,” You ran out of words to say, gesturing to him and then to yourself with your fingers--back and forth. His eyes flicked past you; which you took as disinterest. 

“You know, for saving my life and shi--”

“Duck!” 

You stood there staring at him for half a second before the world spun around you. His hands gripped the sides of your arms as he pushed you away. You both hit the ground hard--or rather he did. He sheltered your head with his forearm as you hit, gravel digging into your palms. You opened your eyes quick enough to see a flash of grey swing right past where your head would have been. 

You breathed out, furrowing your brows as you glanced to your side. Michael’s face a mere couple of inches away from yours. His jaw clenched before he quickly rose to his feet, offering you a hand up. “Come on. You alright?”

He pulled you up easily, your legs either weak from the short fall or whatever moment you just had with him. You swallowed, quickly taking his hand and letting him pull you up. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks again.” 

“You have to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

He looked at you with a completely serious expression. “Putting yourself in danger so I could save you. I’m not oblivous.” Deadpan, and yet his mouth slightly quirked up in an almost-smile. 

You nervously laughed. ”What’s the harm in it? I thought I was being pretty lowkey about it.” 

He shook his head, “No, no you weren’t.” 

“Can you two give us a damn hand over here?!”

Guy yelled from your left, you completely forgot you were in the middle of a battle. The creature was already laying on the ground, struggling against the green ropes holding it together. You gave him a shrug. 

“I think you got it under control.”

Kendra too was standing on the side, catching her breath. She narrowed her eyes at you. “We do, actually. You’re welcome.” You knew she didnt mean that scoff, so you smiled. 

Turning back to Michael, you noticed his amused expression. “How about you let me save you next, alright? That makes this equal.” 

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head at you. “I don’t need any saving. Besides..I wasnt complaining, was I?” 

Well, you couldn't argue with that. You lightly groaned, going to stand right in front of him. “Come on, give me a chance, Michael. You’re always doing the cool shit, at least pretend for me.” 

Michael looked to his side, seeing the pissed off expression of Guy. He was complaining to no one in particular about the two of you flirting instead of doing your job. Oh how the Justice Gang has some to this! He almost laughed to himself. He took a few steps past you to meet up with the others, but paused right as the shoulder of his jacket brushed against your own. 

“If it's for you, I might.” 

Lex Luther had yet again changed his own designed machine to fight Superman, flying above the city, and occasionally being smacked down to it so hard he left a dent in the ground below, like now.

The machine had grabbed hold of his foot so tightly and thrusted his body downward that he had no time to retract and try to get away; the contact between his face and the concrete floor below held no boundary, a huge broken dent left in the ground where he lay.

‘Superman! Superman, are you okay?’ Citizens worried as Superman stayed laying in the ground to catch his breath.

He needed to get up, fast.

‘Yes, I’m just a little winded here.’ He wheezed while getting the help of another to stand up.

‘You’re okay! It’s going to be okay.’ A citizen told him as he was helped up, his arm around the man’s shoulder, as the man held his arm and waist.

‘Wait, who is that?’

‘What’s that you there?’

‘They’re so bright!’

People started to speak, and Superman was confused. Could it be the justice gang? But why would it be? Everyone knew who they were, and they always announced them by name.

So, who was this? Looking up at the figure in the air as they gracefully fought the machine being controlled, their outfit consisted of no cape, except some bathing suit-like outfit with high-heeled boots that went up to their thigh.

Their hair was out and flowing softly around their figure as they flew… Was it a woman?

Squinting as Superman gathered the energy to fly upwards after thanking the citizen who helped him up, he looked for the girl as she punched the machine so hard it did a backflip-like fall.

‘Hey! What’s your name?’ Superman yelled

‘No time, kinda busy.’ She spoke back in a hurry while flying after the machine, grabbing it by the foot to then spin it, throwing it to the side where it held no buildings that it could fall into.

‘Well, there’s always time!’ He yelled back while kicking the machine, making it lose control and fall a little more.

‘Nope, there’s not! Sorry!’ She smiled, and he could see she had a mask over her face to hide her identity, so she didn’t want to be known, like him.

‘Well—‘

‘Good luck!’ She yelled before flying off. He followed her as she disappeared into the clouds, only to get right back into it again with the machine, only it was already done; she’d finished it off.

–✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ

Clark had been on ten ever since her appearance, the way the sun hit her frame and made a perfect silhouette around her body as her hair flowed around her, gosh…he didn’t like to admit but he was going to admit she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen in his whole life.

And she was a superhero like he was? Even better, what was even better, was who was she? The thought hung over his head like a fish and its bait. Who was she? The mask on her face made it impossible for even his X-ray vision to bypass, which had never happened before.

He had let himself get so caught up in the thoughts of this new superhero that it almost affected the way he worked. Sitting at his desk with his pen in his mouth between his teeth, deep in thought.

She’d swooped in like the savior he’d been waiting for his whole life. She had a smile on her face, she held confidence, and she was strong, strongly beautiful, and strongly–

“Clark! Listen, we have a new worker coming in today, and I need you to show her around.” Perry told Cark as he let the cigar in his mouth sit. Clark nodded.

“Yes, of course…uhm did you know when–”

“Hello, Sorry I’m late, the train was so packed and I just decided to walk, but the sidewalk was packed as well. But I’m here!” A soft and rushed voice spoke behind Clark. Perry looked up and took the cigar out of his mouth to point at her.

“Well, here she is, make sure you show her everything,” Perry instructed Clark, who was dazed. She almost had the same silhouette that the mystery hero had the other day.

No, not almost, she did. Her hair was neatly put up in a messy bun where her curtain bangs hung loose. She wore a back skirt and a white button-up top, and small kitten heel shoes. Her work bag was slung over her shoulder, and he could smell the warm perfume that smelled like cinnamon and syrup.

Was she walking in slow motion, or was this just him?

“Uh, hi! Yes, hello. I’m Clark, Clark Kent, you must be...” He started, stumbling over his words and standing up from his desk to meet her halfway way she smiled widely.

Her smile was very beautiful as well.

Gosh, what was happening? First, the fascination with the new hero, and now with his new coworker.

“Y/n! Y/n L/n, Perry told me he’d have someone to show me around, I’m assuming that’ll be you?” She made it clear, and Clark nodded and smiled.

“Yes, that’ll be me! I’ll try my best to show you what I know. I’m not usually all over the building, but I’ve been on errands for people.” He started, Y/n gave a nod and a look that painted–Ohh–before asking where her desk would be.

–✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ

He’d shown her around almost the entire building, mainly places where she’d be asked to go, like the printer rooms, conference rooms, the bathrooms, the small cafe that sold coffee and pastries downstairs, the spare printer room, where the closet with cleaning supplies was, since spilling coffee was way too common around here.

The days were fast, and Y/n caught on very quickly with her job; she even happened to get a front page more than once with good pictures of the new superhero whose name was Starlight.

She wore a bright white and yellow suit. Y/n managed to get pictures of her right in the sunlight where the shade of her body and the brightness of the sun shadowed her face and body, some pictures even being blurry, some of them…with Starlight beside Superman.

Clark didn’t take long to notice Y/n had a relationship with Starlight, like he had faked his own with Superman. But, he just couldn’t make a similarity between the two; the mask covered her face just right.

It didn’t take Lois, Jimmy, and Cat to also realize the close relationship Y/n had with Starlight; they were quick to speak on the subject, too.

“Looks like Clark has some competition. Front page interviews more than once with Starlight AND pictures of her in action?” Lois winced at Clark, who looked at Y/n, who nervously smiled and laughed, waving her hand in a dismissing manner.

“I think I’m just getting lucky! I mean, Superman has and will always be around, but with a new superhero that no one knows about, it’s pretty clear the public has questions, so I took it upon myself to ask them.” She shrugged, looking at Jimmy, who looked at Clark with a grin.

Clark was beyond his own heart, which betrayed him in this moment; it was doing all and whatever flips there were in the world, hell, it was flying.

She managed to answer a question without giving Superman any backlash, such as calling him old news, which she quoted a citizen as saying in her article. She managed to say he has and will always be around.

He wouldn’t dare admit this to anyone except his parents and Jimmy, but he was a little jealous of Starlight; she managed to swoop in and save the day right when Superman was painted into the pavement, she already has fans and merch in the making, kids smiling and cheering her name whenever she was in action.

He, as in Superman, would feel the heat of embarrassment whenever Starlight would fly in and place her hands on her hips with a tilted head and a smirk on her face as she looked down at Superman before reaching out a hand to help him up.

She never stuck around either, quick to leave, quick to fly up into the air before he could even catch up to her and talk to her or even thank her.

“I think you're right, Superman has been around for a while now, and anyone new is a growing interest to the public, it’s a good thing someone can speak to her like the way I speak to Superman, good job.” Clark gave her a warm smile, and she gave a shy one back, turning around in her chair to get back to typing.

Jimmy, Cat, and Lois looked at each two, especially at the fact that Clark left lingering eyes on her body before turning around. Though it was silent, Lois was quick to give Jimmy and Cat a look. The bunch rushed off into the printing room.

“So we all know he liked her, right?” Jimmy confirmed. The two women nodded and looked at the door.

“And we all think she’s Starlight too…right? I mean, Clark is oblivious, and it’s so sad.” Lois spoke. Clark admitted that the printing room was hard to hear because of the many things that were going on in there, so whenever they wanted to talk about something without him knowing, they’d run in there.

–✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ

Just outside the printing room and in the room full of busy workers, Y/n’s phone buzzed, which Clark heard thanks to his hearing. He heard her gasp before she slipped her heels back on.

“Uhm, I have an emergency! Girl, emergency…let them know I'll be right back, I’ll be right back, okay?” She told Clark, who was a bit confused, but nodded and watched her rush out of the building.

He was painfully confused as to why she had to let him know it was a womanly emergency. Lois and Cat often talked about their periods, cramps, and other things with Clark and Jimmy around; the two became immune to the topic at this point, and it never really worried Clark to begin with.

Turning back to his computer to type, the sudden news on the TV broke him out of concentration.

“Breaking news, yet another city alien here to damage the world we know and love, is being fought by our newly loved Starlight, but in times like these, you have to think, where is Superman? Has he given up on the world he claimed to love and promised to protect? Leaving us in the hands of a new hero?” The news reporter spoke, and Clark hurried and looked at the TV as it showed Starlight punching the monster in the face.

Gasping as he let the words sink in, he rushed to get up and out of his chair, speed walking to the elevator to not grabbing attention.

–✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ

Flying to the spot where Starlight and the monster were fighting, she did a spin kick and her heeled boot landed right into the face of the alien, making it grunt and stumble back, it loose balance and grabbed the attention of Superman, who hurried and landed behind it to make sure it wouldn’t fall onto the building.

Starlight was quick to move as well as she flew behind the monster, her back pressing against the brick wall and her legs set on the monster's back.

‘Oh, we just have to top meeting like this.” Superman tried to joke. Starlight scoffed.

“Like, this isn’t the best way to meet? Go on the other side, I'm going to kick up to you, better catch him, Superman!” She instructed.

He noticed a small crack forming behind her back on the brick building behind her. He hesitated.

‘You sure you can take it all?” He asked, she rolled her eyes, and smiled.

‘You doubt me?” she faked shocked.

Clark being quick to wrap that up, “What? No! I just–”

“Go catch!” She said, her legs putting their full force into the monster's body, kicking it and flying around it, as Superman was quick to catch up.

The two of them caught the monster before it could lay on the city and the people below. Distant cheers were heard as they lifted the body and flew it to a field.

“We love you, Starlight and Superman!” Voices yelled as she and he settled the monster's body down carefully.

Sighing as he tilted his neck to crack it, he hurried to see where Starlight was, and like always, she was gone.

– ✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ

Clark was getting restless with this, first Starlight always making her appearances and never failing ot disappear right before he could ever ask her anything.

The questions were eating him alive, like, how did she get her powers and her strength, or if she could do anything else like he could do eye vision, heat vision, and others.

He wanted to know everything about her, and to his luck, he wanted to know everything there was to know about Y/n too. Like her favorite color, or her favorite food and drink, and movie, he started to develop small feelings regarding Y/n with the months that passed.

Her presence in the workspace was like a deep breath of fresh air.

Her smell of syrup and cinnamon, which he’d grown to love, he’d grown to love it so much that when he was out grocery shopping, he found a candle that said Apple Crisp Cinnamon and bought it.

He strangely started to use twice the amount of syrup as well in the hopes of smelling the glimpse of its aroma.

It was bad, really bad. He hated how bad it was getting, and he hated how sweet Y/n was, how easy she was to fall for, and he couldn’t do anything about it with the fear of messing up the small best friend-like relationship they had going on.

He’d finally gotten to the stage where they’d casually call or text each other after work, and it’d gotten to the point where he memorized her coffee order down to how many pumps of espresso she asked for.

It’d gotten so bad that he memorized the fact when she was so focused on her work that she’d let her favorite pen, which so happened to be red glitter, hang from her mouth, the fact that she always reapplied the same clear glittery strawberry lipgloss that he could practically smell whenever she spoke to him.

Or the fact that she always seemed to lean into her right shoulder more than her left whenever she read over her articles before final printing…or how she-yeah–yeah he was ruined.

He even made it his top priority to get to work first before her so he could set up her own little good morning breakfast table, which was a muffin, her coffee, and a chocolate croissant, which he made himself every morning since the first time she tried it, she was so in love with his baking.

He could vividly remember the way her eyes closed and her eyebrows pulled together when she first bit into it; she was so delighted and ecstatic with the treat that she begged him to make her more. And that he did. Sighing as he looked off to the side, his name snapped him out of his mind.

“Earth to Clark Kent?” Jimmy spoke as he snapped his fingers in front of Clark’s eyes. He blinked and looked up from the table at his three friends.

“Uh, sorry, yes?” He answered. Lois looked at Cat as they both laughed.

“You weren’t so happening to be thinking of a certain h/c, woman named Y/n L/n, were you?” Lois tasted while sipping her drink. Clark scoffed and puffed his cheeks out.

“What? What? No, No! Why would I be..Why would I be thinking of Y/n? That’s so silly.” HE helplessly laughed with red cheeks running across his nose and face. The three looked between themselves.

He awkwardly coughed and sipped his drink.

“We think Y/n is Starlight.” Jimmy came clean. Clark spat his drink out, making Cat and Lois look at it as it fell onto the table in front of him.

“Ew!”

“Clark, what the hell.’

‘You guys, what? How? Why? What makes you think that…why do you think that? Tell me.” He leaned onto the table as they smiled, looking at him closely.

“Well, it’s obvious, she comes in, new reporter, writing right alongside the fact that Starlight seemed to become a new hero just as she comes in, suspicious.” Lois started, Jimmy and Cat nodding.

“Yeah, not to mention right in the middle of a conversation, she gets this text on her phone, and leaves. Not soon after?” Cat started for Jimmy to finish– ’Starlight is the first at the scene.”

‘And when she leaves?”

“Y/n is back at her desk. I have to admit I was clueless when she came in with coffee’s but then one day I found a leaf in her hair, that same day, Starlight was thrown into a tree because Superman pushed into her full force, mid-fight.” Lois looked at Clark up and down, who winced but took in the information.

Now that he thought about it, it was strange…in fact, it was super strange, and he didn't know why he didn’t see it sooner. She and Starlight did have a similar smell, too, as weird as he thought it might sound, it was a quick smell, but he remembers smelling the cinnamon and syrup.

He’d convinced himself he was just os wrapped around that smell that he was randomly smelling things even though Y/n wasn’t there.

He remembers her smile, too. Whenever Starlight would laugh, which was a quick one every time, he noticed the shapes and lines of her teeth and her smile lines that she could see even though she had a mask on.

‘Oh my gosh..”

“I know, right? We wanted to deny it at first, but the signs are too clear. We just don’t want to mistake small things for truth–”

“No, it’s her…it’s her.” Clark nodded while he looked at them.

‘How do you believe it so fast?”

“They…uhm..smell..very similar..like the same–”

“You know her smell?” Cat looked at him with slight worry, but also found it cute.

“No! Not like that–”

“Clark knows how Y/n and Starlight smell!’ Jimmy teased with a sing-along voice. Clark grew bright red and shushed him.

‘No! It’s not like that! Okay with my heightened senses like smell, the first thing I noticed about Y/n was her smell, which I don’t smell like the time, and one time when me and Starlight were fighting side by side, I got a faint smell of her before she flew away, I was convinced I was just smelling things, but it…I don’t usually just do that.” He told them in a quiet voice.

They listened and took note, even slightly smelly themselves–” No, you don’t stink.”

“Oh, thank god.’ Lois breathed.

“Got nervous for a second.” Cat laughed as Jimmy did too.

“No, seriously, I did too,” Jimmy added. Clark laughed at them and rolled his eyes.

“Well..what are you going to do about this/” Lois wondered. Clark looked around and nodded.

“I’ll ask Starlight herself.” He declared.

–✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ

And that he did. Another monster made my Lex Luther had found itself in the city once more, and once more, Starlight attempted to leave the scene as if she was never there, but this time Superman followed.

It’s almost like she could sense he was following her, so the two stopped down on a nearby building, standing as she turned around with her arms crossed, she let her head tilt–that's another thing Y/n did too.

She always caught herself before she did it, though, but she always did it before she began to tease.

“Is there a reason Superman is following me? Don’t you have other things to do?” She asked. Walking up to Superman, who tilted.

‘Well, I can say the same for you, given the fact that every time we’re done with a fight, you’re the first to leave.” He started. She shrugged and looked to the side.

‘I do happen to have a life outside of hero work, like you.” She told him, he nodded with a small grin and stepped closer, the two almost toe to toe, her height was still a good difference, thanks to the fact that she wore heels on her boots.

“Of course I do…Do you happen to know Y/n L/n by chance?” He heard her heart stutter a bit. Smiling even more, she shrugged.

“Yeah, she does my interviews…why?”

“Nothing just, thought our buddies Clark and Y/n could trade superheroes now and again, let them get some mixed interviews? Maybe even one with us together.” He was closing in; he could hear the speed of her heart picking up, and he knew then.

‘Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea..wouldn’t want the public thinking we’re a team–”

“What’s wrong with being a team?” He was taken aback by the sudden words of choice, and she noticed.

“Y’know… It's just I work better alone, and you already have a thing going on, might as well keep it that way.” She hinted, Superman shook his head, and shrugged it off.

‘So what about that we can still work together–”

“No, that just won’t work.”

‘Oh, or is it because you’re Y/n?” He fired the first shot. Y/n looked up and looked between his eyes before blinking. Smiling to herself, she scoffed and looked down at how close they were.

“Ugh…who told you?” She whined, looking over the city down below. Superman was taken aback at the fact she had given up too easily until she added–” This is the part you tell me you’re Clark Kent.” She added with a whisper, he gasped and looked at her as she held a wide smile.

“Wait–”

“You’re not the only smart one around here, or…you get half the credit, Jimmy, Lois, and Cat are the main ones to thank. I knew I should’ve changed my perfume that day!” She softly stomped her heel on the concrete below.

‘Okay, so…how did you know? I.. there's no point in fighting this anymore.” He asked, smiling a bit.

“Well, it wasn’t that hard. I leave work, then all of a sudden, you’re rushing into the elevator with me? One time, I think you had some alien juice in your hair.” She smiled, reaching to take her mask off her face to reveal her full face.

Y/n smiled at Clark, who stood in shock.

“I’m sorry… that's what gave it away?” He asked. She smiled while looking to the side and back at him.

“Yeah! Oh, and I saw you without your glasses in the printer room.” She revealed. Clark sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s the glasses.” He smiled as she did too.

“It’s always the glasses,” Y/n added. The two stood in front of each other as they didn’t know what else to do except look at each other.

He felt his heart pounding out of his chest; the same girl he’d been fawning over at work so happened to be the same girl he’d been obsessed with in superhero work. What were the odds?

“Well..I guess I’ll see you at work?” She spoke, turning around while putting her mask back on, before Clark stopped her.

“Wait…uhm, it’s probably not the time but–”

‘Your place, at eight, I like anything to eat.” He was falling and falling faster than he could pick himself up. It’s like she read his mind, and she smiled so warmly.

Nodding with a dimpled smile, he spoke softly–” Got it.” She smiled and turned around once more.

“Oh, and I’ll see what I can do about that interview with Y/n and Clark!” She played, her Starlight persona taking over Y/n as she flew slowly up.