….

Superman grunts as he lands roughly on the side of a building. “Need help, big blue?” Your voice calls from above. Superman knew the familiar voice and let out a groan. He then looks up to see you over him with a cheeky grin on your face. “No, I don’t need help from you.” He states firmly, standing back up to zip back into the fight. You watched him go back, a small smile tugging on your lips as you watched Metallo go fist for fist with Superman. Somehow, Metallo got the advantage over him and slammed Superman back into the same spot. You had a knowing smirk on your lips as you looked down at him. You watched blood trickle down his split eyebrow. “Do you want my help now?” You ask. Superman only just grunts in response. You take his grunt as approval. 

You land before Metallo; you had one finger out, waving it in front of the villain. “Listen, dipshit, there’s only one person who is allowed to annoy Super. And that’s me.” A small ‘come on’ could be heard behind you from Superman. Without another word, you lunge at him, nails digging into his arms as you gain the strength to pick him up and slam him against the ground. Metallo grunts in response and then roars in rage. Your face curled into a happy grin, eyes shined with delight from the damage you were dealing. He lunges towards you with an astronomical speed, but before he could reach you, Superman arrived, tackling him into a nearby wall. You take the opportunity to take out your sword from your belt. 

You make quick movements towards the two who were wrestling against the wall. Switching from Metallo against the wall to then Superman. Just a game to get one over the other. When Metallo was able to slam Superman against the wall, you picked up your sword to slash his arms. A panicked and pained screech escaped Metallo’s lips as it stepped back. “Don’t kill him.” Superman’s voice was clear and stern, eyes staring daggers into your form. “Ah, come on, Blue! It would make things so much easier. Plus, it’s just a robot,” You reason, standing before Metallo with your sword at the ready. “No, I won’t say it again.” Superman firmly states, entering the fight once again. You roll your eyes at his words. You were right behind him, but Superman was tossed away, and with you still charging at Metallo, a fist landed through your chest. 

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your chest. Blood trickled down your chin as Metallo had a cocky grin on his lips. “Stay out of my way, bitch,” He growls out, placing heavy emphasis on the word bitch. Superman watched as Metallo pushed you off his arm with little to no care. He watched your body fall in slow motion. His breathing quickened as he zoomed to Metallo. He overpowered him almost instantly. Repeatedly slamming him against the concrete until he was unconscious. Once the threat was neutralized, he turned to your body. 

He cradled your head, eyes wide in concern. “Hey, are you ok?” He asks, eyes searching and scanning your heartbeat. Luckily, it was still steady. “It won’t be long… I didn’t think I would go out like this.” You cough up blood, you clutch onto his bicep. Silently thinking of how juicy it was, giving it a slight few squeezes. Superman’s eyes were so wide in shock that he didn’t know what to say. Concern and worry were clearly evident, not even picking up on your sneaky fondling. “No, no. I will save you. It’s going to be ok.” Superman quickly utters, and he begins to pick you up. “No, I think I see the light.” You close your eyes. Superman searched you with panicked eyes. “W-wait, I should’ve told you this before, but I don’t really find you annoying. I-if anything, you were the only one who wasn’t outright afraid of me. I felt comfort in it. I’m sorry, I should’ve been stronger.” 

You were staring at Superman, who had his eyes shut fiercely. “Wow, who would’ve known that the big ol' Superman actually has a soft spot for little ol’ me?” Your words cut through him like a knife. His eyes popped open to see that the hole that was in your chest previously was completely gone. “Aww, big blue actually does care about me!” You laugh once again. Something you don’t see often is the way his bottom lip puckers out slightly in a small pout. “That’s not fair.” He mutters, his voice coming out softer than usual. You hop out of his arms, dusting off your bloody-soaked suit. “It’s ok, sweetie. I got regen. You can’t get rid of me any time soon.” Proud smile on your lips as you wave him off. “Same time next week?” You joke during your departure. Leaving a very confused and conflicted Superman, who watched you go. 

…. 

You were under Superman, cocky grin on your lips per usual. The grin he swore he was going to wipe off one way or another. His lips crash onto yours as he holds onto your waist, his hold was tight and unrelenting. A moan escapes your lips at the feeling, your hand moving to press against his chest. “Come on, big blue, I need some saving,” You purr into his ear, setting Superman’s heart ablaze. Superman’s grip on you tightened as his breathing became more labored and husky. But before anything could happen, Clark’s eyes opened to reveal his room ceiling and an oddly wet spot in his pajama pants. A groan escaped his lips as he rubbed his face in frustration. It was embarrassing to admit, but this might have been the second time this week. 

… 

“Don’t you think you are a little too obsessed with this Null vigilante?” Lois was leaning against Clark’s desk, a sly smirk on her lips as she watched Clark’s eyebrow twitch at the mention. “No. What makes you say that?” He looked up, adjusting his glasses at the same time. Lois let out a soft hum from her lips. “I don’t know. This might be the only person you write about the most besides Superman.” She laughed, her tone light but her eyes sharp. Clark looked away from her and at his computer in front of him. “She is problematic and gets in Superman’s way of trying to save people. Good or bad. Killing isn’t right.” Clark stated firmly, typing away on his computer. 

Lois sat there studying him for a moment before letting out another soft hum. “Never said you were wrong, farm boy. Just pointing out an observation.” Her voice came out soft and lighthearted. She pushed herself off the desk and went to her own desk. Plopping down on her computer chair and twirled to do her own work. When Clark knew she was gone, he turned his head to glance at her briefly before he too returned to working. 

….

“This vigilante is not a hero but another villain disguised as a hero. Her work is not safe for Metropolis.” You slam the newspaper on the table, eyebrows furrowed in anger. “It’s always this fucking Clark Kent on my ass,” You growled, taking an aggressive bite out of your sandwich. Ever since you started working in the daytime, you have been more exposed to regular people. People realized what you were doing and didn’t know whether to thank you for killing these villains or to condemn you for killing them. But this reporter, Clark Kent, does not make things easy for you. Next thing you know, you may get a warrant out for your arrest. And now that you are thinking, wouldn’t that make Superman breathe down your neck? A shiver ran down your spine at the thought. No, you couldn’t let that happen. This Clark Kent better not ever come across you, or there will be hell to pay for it.

…….

Yet another patrol, using your equipment to zip through the skyscrapers. Eyes zoning in on yet another robot attack. This might have been the 5th one this week. You knew this was Lex’s doing. You would be an idiot not to think it wasn’t him. The public Superman hater who had the money and intelligence to create these robots on a mass scale. The same one that experimented on you and made you become this indestructible being. 

You watched Superman and the robot zip through the air. You could see Superman being smashed to the ground. Smirk is tugging on your lips as you waltz on over, twirling your sword in your hand. You lean over his face, flashing your usual cocky grin. “Hey, big blue. Need any assistance by chance?” You ask, voice oozing with mischief. Superman shakes his head and sighs. “No, I don’t.” His words come out of his mouth quickly, without even a little hesitation. He flies straight towards the robot, where they engage in battle once again. The robot was able to shoot a beam at nearby trees, and the trees were about to fall on some nearby civilians. Superman is quick to move onto the scene, saving lives as he usually does. 

“I know it’s you, you bald bitch.” You snarl at the robot in front of you. Eyes narrowed as you moved to disarm the robot, slashing its legs off first. “You don’t think I am coming for you, Lex?” The question comes out harsh and rough as you kick the robot. “I know you are coming. But I got a small gift for you.” Lex’s voice was heard from the robot as its arm moved up to aim a dart at your arm. It lodged into your upper arm, and you look down and smirk. “Do you really think that’s going to hurt me?” Before you could continue speaking, pain shot through your arm. Hot throbbing pain is scorching through your veins, causing you to drop to your knees. 

Superman’s eyes quickly turned towards you. With great speed, he goes through the robot with ease. Cutting its power supply short and making it fall back. When he made certain that the robot was down, he whipped his head around to look for you. But what he found wasn’t you. The only evidence of your presence was your semi-dried blood on the floor. Superman’s eyebrows furrowed at this fact. 

….

You couldn’t believe you let Lex get you with that cheap shot. You grimace at the pain, biting your bottom lip to fight back a pained groan. “Stupid fucking bald… asshole…” The words left your lips through labored breathing. Blood still dripping down your arm as you clutched it. 

You limp down the alleyway, clutching your injured arm. Your chest went up and down rapidly as you scanned for a way out. Eyes scanning to see just an empty alleyway and the exit not too far away. You could see people walking by. Probably people with families, with homes. But before you could continue on your path, your vision became blurry. Sounds and lights blurred into one, and you collapsed onto the floor. A man with dark black hair, soft blue eyes, and pale skin in a business suit rushed over to you. “H-hey, are you ok?” He calls out to you; however, you are unable to respond to his words. Only soft muttering left your lips. The man sat there for a moment and looked at you. He knew who you were, the infamous villain killer, but you were injured now. He knew the risks of taking you back home with him—the risk of possibly being face-to-face with this villain killer. 

Would he be willing to find out personally if your kill rule was strictly for villains? He looked away from you and bit his lower lip as he began to think over these things. He looked back at you. He saw the way sweat was still dripping down your forehead, dried blood covering parts of your face and arms, the way you looked so peaceful asleep. He slapped his hands on his cheeks and shook his head. “Geez, Clark, get it together.” That’s when he decided he would take you home and heal you up. Maybe even try to fix you. 

“I’m just going to let you heal up at my home. As soon as you want to leave, it’s fine by me. I am not imprisoning you.” Clark explains to your unconscious body. He knew you probably couldn’t hear him at this moment, but the words were for you as well as himself. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find your cheeky banter to be a little fascinating. He carries you bridal style and walks home. The walk wasn’t too long, as his home was just a ten-minute walk. During the walk, he began to think about what he would tell you when he woke up. He decided to stick with the story of walking by after work and seeing your unconscious body and realizing who you were, which is why he didn’t hand you over to the police. He nodded his head while thinking of the story. Truly perfect, and not weird in the slightest. 

When Clark reaches his apartment, he lies on his couch. He rushed to grab a washcloth, a bowl of water, and soap. He set the bowl of soapy water in front of the couch. He knelt down and began to think. His eyes landed on your unconscious form, the soft rise and fall of your chest, the peaceful look on your face. He picked up the damp washcloth and began wiping the visible skin. Cleaning the blood and dirt off your skin. When he was done, he shakily lifted your shirt a little to clean up the blood from the small scratches you obtained. He left your mask on, not wanting you to panic about him knowing your identity. 

Clark examined your arm, using his X-ray vision to make sure there were no broken bones. Luckily for you, it seems as though your body was fighting against the serum and repairing itself. A sigh of relief escapes his lips, one he didn’t know he was holding as he closes his eyes. He carefully takes your shirt off to place one of his own over you. He hesitantly stands up, eyes staring down at you with uncertainty. Was it the right call to bring you here? Should he have left you in the street like that? He knew the answer to the second question was no. Nobody deserved to just be on the verge of death, even if it was you. After standing there for a while, he decided he, too, would get ready for bed. 

…. 

The next day, you woke up to the smell of breakfast. Your nose twitched as the smell of pancakes and bacon entered your system. You slowly open your eyes, realizing you weren’t home. You frantically looked around the room to see a man standing in the kitchen. He had a tank top on and some slacks. You could tell from behind how ripped he was. Strong broad shoulders, good waistline, and that ass was plump with matching thick thighs. You had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. Because there was no way you had hooked up with this fine specimen. You decide to get up slowly, pain still slightly tingling throughout your body, and you move closer to him. The man with the curly black hair and bright blue eyes turns to you with a small smile. “Oh, Good morning.” 

Getting a closer look at the man, you freeze. “Ah, good morning.” You awkwardly respond, taking a slight step back. The man before you stares at you, a smile still on his face. “So did we-“ “I won’t tell anyone.” The two of you speak at the same time. The man with the warm eyes and dimple simply yields. “I’m sorry, go ahead.” That’s when you realized, there was no way you two could’ve have possibly hooked up. His overall softness and gentleness were something you would never go for. “I was going to ask if we fucked, but I don’t think we did.” You bluntly reply, leaning against the island in the kitchen. 

The man before you blossoms into a cherry red mess, spluttering out words as he tries to make sense of the situation. “I-Oh- Um. N-No, we didn’t, I swear. I may have taken your shirt off, but nothing else, I promise. Scout’s honor!” You watch him nervously splutter with amusement. Your lips curl into a teasing smirk. “I know, I know. No need to get embarrassed.” You laugh, waving your hand in the air dismissively. “Uh, yeah. I made you breakfast.” The poor man couldn’t even look you in the eyes; he held a plate of eggs and pancakes in his hands. You take it gratefully. “Wow, thank you.” You don’t waste time diving in, always a sucker for a meal. “So who are you?” You ask in between bites. 

The man was at the sink, washing up some dishes. He wipes his wet hands against his shirt and turns to you. “I’m Clark Kent.” He responds, That’s when you let your fork clatter onto the plate. You stand there just staring at the man who was nervously staring at you back. “Uh… Did I say something wrong?” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips as he scratches the back of his neck. His eyes are shifting from you to the wall. “Oh, I don’t know. Are you the Clark Kent? Like daily planet Clark Kent?” You ask again. He nods his head quickly. “You do know who I am, right?” You question, placing the plate down and folding your arms across your chest. “Yes, You are the Null Vigilante in Metropolis.” He replies, “I swear I didn’t look under the mask, so I don’t know your real identity.” He adds quickly, 

“No, I think we are glossing over some important facts. Like the fact that you think I am a danger to Metropolis, but you are here helping the said danger.” You step forward, directly in front of him. Eyebrow twitching in annoyance. Nervous chuckle leaves Clark once again. “Oh, you’ve read my paper.” He takes a step back, which you match with a step forward. “Yeah, I did.” Your words were blunt and carried a certain edge to them. But within a moment, your mood switched. Bottom lip trembling as you clutch onto him. “W-why did you make me sound so mean!” You whine against his chest. 

Clark stood there, completely blindsided by your behavior. He truly believed that in that moment, he would have to reveal that he is Superman. He hesitantly pats your back. “I’m sorry if that upsets you.” You look up at him with a big, goofy smile. “It’s ok, I was just using that as an excuse to be held by you.” A cheeky grin on your face as you stared up at Clark’s embarrassed expression. He places his hands hesitantly on your shoulders, his whole face blossoming into a pretty pink. He couldn’t even look you in the eye, even having a slight tremble in his hands. 

“I think that’s enough playing around. I have to get ready for work. So enjoy your food and uh don’t go anywhere until you are healed up.” Clark is finally able to move away from you, walking to one of the chairs at the island to grab his jacket. He picks up his keys and briefcase, turning to see you picking up the plate to eat. “Ok, I’ll listen. Only because you're cute. So is that ass too.” You joke, making Clark’s stomach flutter in mysterious ways. 

With those final words being said, Clark turns and leaves. Locking the door behind him. Leaving you to his many devices. 

…….

After eating and washing the dishes, because you may be a vigilante, that doesn’t mean you're a horrible person. You have morals. You decide to snoop around Clark’s things. You start with his bedroom, where you find many family pictures. You ooh and aah at the little album he has. Flipping through to see that he’s a farm boy and is just a really big Superman lover. So, of course, he wrote about you in that manner. 

Plus, he was cute, especially when he got flustered and embarrassed. Meaning you forgive him for the rude words he wrote about you. Putting everything back exactly how you found it, you decide you will check on your little (boy toy) friend. You take a random blue hoodie, bringing it to your nose. “Jackpot.” You score with a hoodie that was drenched in his scent. Which would make it so much easier to find if you were familiar with his scent. A very plausible excuse for stealing his hoodie. 

Opening the window was easy, and hopping out of the 5-flight apartment complex was also easy. But what wasn’t easy was trying to find this Clark Kent. Actually, you lied. Go to the Daily Planet. Simple. Easy. From rooftop to rooftop, you finally land on a building right in front of The Daily Planet. You squint your eyes, scanning each floor until they land on a big man in a chair that makes it seem way tinier than it actually is. Realizing there is only one person who could do that. Your little Clark. Seeing that he was hard at work, pushing his glasses up occasionally, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You realized it’s best if you went back home. Wouldn’t want to worry your new friend about your disappearance. 

……

You heard the door open and quickly rushed to greet Clark. “Hey, Clarky! I made you dinner!” Big ol’ smile on your face as you watch Clark’s eyes widen. He truly didn’t know what to expect when he got home. You leaving his apartment was one but it certainly wasn’t dinner being made. “I hope you don’t mind me just raiding your fridge and freezer. Wanted to thank you for not only saving me but also feeding me. Especially since I am the big bad Null after all.” You usher him inside once he takes his shoes off, leading him to the dining table. “How was work? Hopefully good.” Before Clark could answer, you placed a nice plate of mashed potatoes, green beans, and steak. It was all cooked to perfection. Who would’ve thought you were a good cook? 

“It was good. It seems you have been busy.” Clark picks up a fork and first picks at the mashed potatoes. He places the mashed potatoes into his mouth. You are watching him silently, glass of water in hand. Clark moans in delight. “Wow, this is really good.” He praises wholeheartedly. You nod your head happily. You couldn’t help but realize how adorable he looked. Cheeks full with a happy lil nod with each bite. But the awe quickly turned to desire when your eyes roam down his face, to his shoulders, and his chest. His strong biceps. Just mouth-watering. 

When Clark looked up after finishing the plate, he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t, imagine you looking at him like this. Hungry eyes with no smile, something you usually have on your face. He gulps as he readjusts his collar. “Is everything ok?” He asks, peaking at you through his frames. Your lips curl into that knowing, smug grin. “Yeah, more than ok.” You hum in response. “Would you like dessert?” You ask, tilting your head to the side while you watch him. “Oh, you did dessert too?” He couldn’t hide the shock in his voice as he looked up at you. “Yeah, me.” Clark splutters at your words, eyes wide in shock and mouth slightly agape. A big evil grin appeared on your lips. “I’m just joking!” You laugh loudly. 

Clark slowly wipes his mouth once seeing you come out with a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. You place a piece of it in front of him, taking his other plate to the sink. “But I don’t mind if you wanted to eat me for dessert, you’re a cutie after all.” Clark didn’t know what to say; he was red from his cheeks to his ears to his neck. He took some cake and ate it, his fingers trembling a bit at your words. Sweat dripped down his neck as he averted his gaze. “You are just saying that,” He mutters. Unfortunately for him, you heard him. You swiftly turn to him, drying your hands on your pants. “You think so?” You hum, almost challenging him to question your words again. 

You make your way to him, standing right in front of him. “Go ahead, say I’m just saying that.” Your eyes were sharp as you stared into his bright blue eyes. Clark didn’t know what to say, silently short-circuiting. “I-I mean, isn’t it because I helped you?” He finally gets the words out. You watched the way he looked down through his black-framed glasses, the way his big shoulders rounded into themselves. The way he tried to make himself seem so small despite being such a big man. Fuck, he just looked so pathetic. Kryptonite was Superman’s weakness, but this… this was yours. 

You lean forward and catch his lips in a hungry kiss, Clark practically melting in the embrace. His eyelashes flutter close as he leans forward. You step back to look at him, your eyes falling on a flushed Clark with his mouth slightly agape. You bit your lower lip to prevent the smirk that was about to appear on your lips. “Would I do that just because you helped me?” You asked, voice low and sultry. Clark looked hopeless as he shook his head no. “I don’t mind showing my gratitude either.” You turn away from him, taking the apron you found off. 

Clark gulped as he watched you, feeling the way his heart stuttered. You finally turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you just going to sit there and watch?” Clark stood up abruptly at your words, the chair falling behind him, but it didn’t matter to him. He made long yet short strides towards you. He stood before you, unsure if he could touch you, unsure if this was really happening. You didn’t even know who he really was, but he knew who you were. Knew you were the vigilante who had been going back and forth with him for ages now. But who would’ve thought that you would be like this? So nurturing and playful. Maybe he was thinking with his dick at the moment. Maybe that’s the only reason why he is standing in front of you now. Heart pounding, throat dried as if he were parched. 

His eyes looked down at you, seeing the usual smirk that played on your lips. The same one that usually made him annoyed didn’t make him annoyed in the slightest at the moment. It actually made his stomach flip. You hold onto his shirt as you go in for another kiss. An unsuspecting sigh leaves Clark’s lips, practically folding into you, his hands moving to your waist to keep you close. You move your lips to take a bite out of his cheek jokingly; he could feel the teasing smile that appeared on your face against his cheek. 

When you looked up at him, you could see the desperation written all over his face. The way he bit his bottom lip. “Come on, big boy.”

Clark was on top of you in an instant, kissing your body with multiple kisses from your face to your neck. You weren’t even able to breathe with him being on you. A loud tear could be heard throughout the room as your shirt was taken off you. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he rocked his hips in hurried humps. His husky voice was heard in your ear as he groaned at the friction. 

Your hand comes up to move a piece of his hair from his forehead. Surprisingly gentle for someone who kills villains. Clark’s cock was painfully hard, straining against his dress pants. “Please, I want to be inside you so bad.” He basically whimpers, causing your lips to purse into a smirk. “Of course, you have been so good after all.” Your words were registered quickly in Clark’s brain. Tearing off both of your clothes as he prepares to dig in. You had your legs spread as he lay between them. Placing wet, sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. Soft, breathy moans leave your lips as you grip his hair. 

His thrusts were deep and sloppy, his mouth moving to your neck to leave a litter of kisses. “Gosh darn, you are so tight.” He choked out between thrusts. A grin appeared on your lips at his words. “Gosh darn?” You laugh, making Clark’s lips pucker into a pout. “Stop making fun of me.” A cocky grin is on your lips as you tilt your head to the side. “Or what?” You challenge, prompting Clark to abruptly pick you up. A shocked gasp escapes your lips once you're suspended in the air. The position is making him sink deeper into your pussy. His thrusts quickened at the provocation. A fury of moans leaves your lips. “W-wait, slow down.” You hold onto him. “Or what?”  He throws the words right back at you, a cocky grin now on his lips. 

He continued to hit that spongy spot inside of you; his grunts were all you could hear. As well as the wet squelching sounds of his cock drilling into you. “Fuck, I’m so close.” You moan out. Your words were registered in Clark’s head like a green light. His grip on your legs tightened as he drilled into you like a jackhammer. The sensation sends tingles throughout your whole body. Your pussy was practically choking his cock. The feeling made Clark delirious. His eyes were screw shut once he felt you gushing around his cock. A choked groan escaped his lips as he cums hard.

….

“I am surprised you made it out alive.” You heard Lex’s voice through the new robot you were facing now. “I could’ve sworn it was lethal.” You had your sword ready, eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned in an angered frown. “Shut up and eat my metal.” You growl. But you pause, realizing how corny it sounded, you let out a groan. “Ugh, I have been practicing all day! Let me do it over- “ Before you could even think to say anything else, a blast was sent your way. 

“You have to move. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Superman’s voice could be heard behind you. As he grabbed you to move you out of the way of the blast. “Thanks, partner.” You reply, patting his back. Superman looks down at you, “Come on, I’m serious.” Superman’s voice was laced with care. You turn to him with a cheeky grin. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” You wave him off dismissively. “This display of affection is disgusting.” Lex’s voice could be heard through the robot in front of you two. 

The robot lunges at the two, a long kyprotnite sword in his hand as he swings, aiming towards Superman. Just for you to step in and take that hit for him. You grunt. The poison from before was evident with the purple veins growing throughout your body. Starting from the entry point in your stomach, throughout the rest of your body. A painful grunt escapes your lips as you fall to the ground. “Lex, you piece of shit…” You muttered as you collapsed on the floor. Superman for once was not expecting that. He didn’t think you would ever take a hit for him. He was motionless as he watched. But once everything settled, he zooms towards you. 

Superman had scratches all over his face as he looked down at you, devastation written all over his face. “Come on, don’t do this to me. I won’t complain about your jokes anymore. I promise.” He begs, clutching onto your damaged form. You fought to keep your eyes open. “I don’t know big blue. This might be the end of the line.” Your breathing was laboured, and you had a grin on your lips. Despite all that’s going on, you're bleeding out and all, but you remained that carefree jokester. It made Superman crack a smile. “No, you have to fight it. I am going to get you to a hospital now. Don’t worry, I got you.” You grasp onto his bicep. “No, Lex will just get me there. Just let me die.” Superman couldn’t believe the words you were saying. His eyes scanned desperately to see if you were joking. Hoping this was all just a prank. 

“It was nice while it lasted.” Your voice was softer than it ever has been before. The strength you had to keep holding his bicep was gone as your arm flops lifelessly on the side. Your eyes flutter closed, and your breathing stops. Superman’s eyes began to water as he clutched onto your body. “Please, I am sorry. Why… why did you have to be so reckless? Please just come back to me. I didn’t even get to tell you who I was. I just want to hear you say Clark one more time.” His hands delicately placed your head in the crook of his neck. 

You reminded him before he left to come back before 8 o'clock... 'Wait' the lipstick in your hand slipped. 'Did something happen?'

Worrisome thoughts filled your head. You knew the risks that came with the job. Calling him straight away would have been risky if he was in danger.

You grabbed your phone and then checked his location using the tracking device in his suite and easily hacked the nearest security camera. The hole process took a minute for you after all they didn't call you tech hex for nothing.

He stood there on top of a building arguing with Nightwing, Red Robin and current Robin. It wasn't even a physical fight it was one of those childish sibling fights. You eye twitched. You are gonna kill him for leaving you waiting and stressing you.

☆---☆

"I died and came back. I should set in the passenger seat." Jason said as he looked at Nightwing.

"You always use tha-" Nightwing's words were cut short when he heard Jason's phone ring. All three of them stared at Jason as he dug his phone out of his pocket and immediately answered.

Jason didn't even get to say hello because you just yelled at him "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU ARE LATE!"

And then it dawned on him that you had plans. "I'm so sorry babe. I completely forgot."

"I am hungry and I want to eat my fat stack with a side of diabetes inducing tiramisu. So get your ass here, now! Cause I am not gonna miss my dinner reservation! " Your voice was lower which was much scarier. He could feel the threat at the end of each word. You hung up the line before he could even answer.

Jason didn't need to be told twice. He ran to the fire exit on the side of the building quickly leaving three figures standing there completely perplexed about... everything. (Your phone call was exactly private.)

☆---BONUS---☆

Damian, Tim and Dick sat in the back seats of the bat car still confused about the whole situation. Damian decided to break the silence by asking the batman the one question on his mind right now. "Since when did Jason have a girlfriend?" The bat car stretched to halt knocking everyone of their seat.

Today there is no sun in the sky. Or, well, it's still there, obviously: this is no metropolis-threat-level where the sun would have disappeared unnaturally, it's just it's currently hidden behind a grey sky and still-small clouds.

Today's a calm day entirely, actually. There are some robberies there and there, obviously, some of the occasional physical assault, but nothing too drastic compared to what consists in Gotham's normalcy.

Calm enough that you get to sit around on a random roof and look at the people moving through the street. Just to chill, instead of being on a recon mission, or on the lookout for anything. It's a nice change of things, for once. It's been like this for the past few days, though, so you might not call this a change. It's nice. You're not even aching from your civilian job too much like you usually get at the end of the week.

Signal isn't out in the streets at all today. You're pretty sure you saw a flash of his suit this morning, but that was about it. No fun (or absolutely all over the place) conversations for you today. Aw.

You figure you're not gonna be seeing the Red Rood either, if things are so calm. Or any bats at all.

It's kind of funny, really, how the two fly around each other, the bats and the calm. Like the two opposite sides of a magnet, or water and oil. When it turns calm, the bats rarely stays.

When the bats gets there, calm rarely stick around, either. They have a capacity to turn silence into banter in a way you're simultaneously horrified at and amazed by.

Like, seriously. They'll insult each other in what you're sure is the most hidden fondness possible and then snarls cute nicknames like they're the most annoying words there are. You live for it, whenever you have the occasion to listen in to their patrols-conversations, in those moments where things quiet down.

Now you're kind of wishing things would turn hectic again, just to be asked to help them on their patrol and to get to listen in to the drama.

It's weird, that feeling of listening in, like you're intruding on a family dinner you wouldn't have the references of: like you don't know their favorite dishes or the ones they despite, but they're so passionate about it you still end up convinced by whoever's being the most skillful with their arguments. Like you're getting a glimpse into a dinner room people are not privy to. It's a metaphor that's becoming too long, but it's what you feels like, when witnessing their proximity. Puzzled, mostly.

But it's also entertaining, and you're thriving for it, really.

A tussle on the street puts a stop to your train of thought. They stay on alert for a full three seconds before you catch sight of the hand that's offered to the person who just got tripped. The boy stands up, and you're sure you catch a bright snort of laughter coming out of the blonde girl, even from your sitting place.

The dirt from the sidewalk that ended on his pants is swiped off. It drops back down, and you're pretty sure the boy's throwing one of the coldest stare there are at the girl.

You take it as your sign you've been lazing off for too long, then. If they were really fighting, you're not sure you would have intervened quickly enough.

You wait for them to leave, and then you're leaving your own spot, hopping off from the fire-escape. You'll allow yourself another break later, if things keep being alright. Hopefully you'll find an up-to-standard fire-escape, next time: the creaking of the rust was kind of starting to get on your nerves, even weigh on your mind.

It's probably not an achievable wish, though, if you trust your knowledge in Gotham and it's distress. It'd be nice if Bruce-rich as fuck-Wayne could look into that, instead of hosting galas for the elite's leisure, honestly, as nice as his various already existing financary-aid are.

The sun starts to drop. You know because you're back to gazing at the landscape, for one, but also because there is as familiar shape on one of the opposite rooftops. A cape and ears and a smaller figure standing loud and proud behind it.

They stand the same way. You wonder if this is because of how he might have been trained by Batman, sometimes, or if this similarity is of a different source. You haven't had the occasion to exchange with the youngest of the bats much yet. Talking with Batman isn't something you do a lot, too. Still. You've noticed the way their speech of patterns is alike, just like you've noticed how subtly protective he is to them all. You'd be kind of dumb, if you didn't.

But you don't want to assume anything, so you just stop looking into what they might be. It's not your business.

You don't have a sixth sense, or anything of the sort. It's something you'd honestly like, having a spider-tingle like Peter Parker does in the comics. Future rushing through your skin in a way that'd warns you of what's to come. It might have let you avoid some punches that ended up hitting you straight in the face (your nose hated you for weeks after this).

Here, instead, there is only an odd shiver that might not means anything, in the end. It's been a long time since anyone last wrecked havoc in the streets of your city.

Nothing's telling you it's going to change. It doesn't have to, really. The sky could stay clear. Something in your mind tells you it won't.

But everything is still clear and the Bats haven't contacted you for help, instead (you think) having some sort of tag game to probably pass the time, and you think this might be fine, tonight. And if it isn't, you're hopeful things will be, for once.