Love Through the Ages

Case Closed

Superheroes, God-like beings that have unexplained powers that protect the innocent from the evil!

Alfred adjusted his jacket and forced his eyes to focus on the black lens of the camera.

Holding his microphone in shaking hands, he began to speak, "On Cherry Drive, the Shredder was spotted breaking into a bank. Witnesses say he started to use his 'Shredding fists', but before he could finish Samurai stepped in and knocked him unconscious for the police. There is only one destroyed building and 5 are dead. We will now go back to the studio for analysis."

The camera guy gave Alfred a thumbs up. Whew, that was so stressful! Hopefully everything came out right.

Alfred unbuttoned his jacket, filming always are made him feel so hot.

There was a crowd starting to form in front of the bank. It seemed, that Samurai had decided to stay a little longer and was now signing autographs.

He definitely wasn't Alfred's favorite hero, he always seemed so anxious and shy.

Alfred wasn't exactly sure what the hero's power was, but he had suspected that it was some type of body reinforcement power.

Should he go over? If he was able to get the camera crew to film the hero, he might get a few more minutes of screen time.

Alfred glanced at the hero, no, he just seemed to want to run out and leave the crowd.

Such a weird guy, if he didn't want to be in the spotlight, then why'd he decide to be a hero?

Questions, questions, questions. And so few answers.

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Alfred dug around his coat, his keys had to be there somewhere. Please don't tell him he lost them again, he didn't want to beg his roommate to come pick him up again!

Alfred's hand, thankfully, touched the metal teeth.

Alfred opened the door, making sure to do it slowly, he didn't want to disturb his roommate.

Alfred stepped into his house and took off his shoes.

Staggering to the couch, Alfred flipped down. That whole recording process always made home so tired.

Alfred reached out for the remote and turned on the news.

A familiar mop of blond hair greeted him. Alfred scrutinized his appearance. His button up was slightly wrinkled and had some hair on it. He would need to fix that next time.

Alfred turned onto his stomach. And repositioned the pillow

Was he really going to sleep on the couch when there was a perfectly good bed for him?

Yes.

Alfred closed his eyes and tried to daze off, but before he could do that, someone opened the door.

Alfred kept his eyes closed, sue him, he was just too tired to move.

It must've been his roommate, Kiku, how odd, for him to be up this late. Usually, he would be home by 7:30.

Alfred would have to investigate his roommate later, when he didn't feel so tired.

Maybe he got a new girlfriend?

With those drifting questions, Alfred went to sleep.