Spiderman? No, That's Dream

Pretty Boy

Dream zipped around the city, looking out for potential trouble. Yes, he had access to police radios, those were too easy to intercept. But he also looks out for the smaller things as well. He gripped the web as he pulled himself through the busy Manhattan city streets. He shoots his web once more, but onto a smaller building this time. He does his one final swing and lands on the building roof.

"Holy shit!" A voice yells as something sounded like it was dropped. Dream turns around to see a man on the ground holding a flower pot, his eyes wide from shock. Dream immediately goes to start apologizing. "Oh sorry! I didn't see you, if I did I wouldn't have landed here," Dream reaches a hand down to help up the poor guy on the ground. The man repositions the flower pot he was holding and accepts Dream's hand. Dream pulls him up, "again, sorry about that...?"

"George, my name's George." He replies, going to put the flower pot on a small table. Dream smiles, the eyes on his mask reciprocating his own, "I'm Dream," he says as he finally looks around to see where he jumped to. There were walls filled with vines and plant boxes with fruits, vegetables and even flowers. "I know," George says with a small laugh, "you're all over the news, everyone knows you."

Dream rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment, "ah yeah. Yes, of course."

George laughs at him again, "in return for scaring the absolute shit out of me," Dream smiles at this, "you get to help me with this, if you're free of course."

"Yeah, I'm free," Dream answers, "just tell me what I need to do."

"Before that though, your mask is kinda creepy."

Dream puts a hand over his heart, "I thought it was cool!"

George shakes his head, "that is not cool, how does it even do that? Does it copy your own facial features?"

"Whoa, I can't give up all my secrets. I just met you," Dream says as he puts up his hands, "but yes, it copies them."

George picks up the flower pot from the table and drops it into Dream's arms. Dream fumbles with it for a moment but he then steadies his grip on it. "Go ahead and put it over there," George requests and he points to a newly made flower bed. George turns and goes over to a small shed that was put away in the corner of the roof.

Dream shrugs and follows the orders and sets down the pot where he was instructed to. Something was thrown at the back of his head, "ow! What the hell!" He reaches up to rub at the back up his head while turning his head to see George with a smug smile on his face. "It was just a pair of gloves, Dream, don't be a baby."

"I'm not being a baby," Dream mutters back, reaching down to the ground and grabbing the gloves. He puts them on over his suit and sits down, waiting for George to tell him to do something. "Can you start digging a hole in the soil? I didn't have any time earlier because of school."

Dream raises an eyebrow, "you do this and school?" He asks as he takes the shovel George was handing to him and begins digging. "I've got to survive somehow," George replies as he goes on his knees next to Dream. "You seem young too," George adds on, "and you go running around being a superhero all the time."

"That's true, but it's not everyday. I get to have breaks in between."

"Lucky, you get to fly around the city with no repercussions and stop people from hurting others," George says, silently correcting Dream's own hole that he was digging.

"It's not like that all the time, but my repercussions are getting hurt and trying to find excuses as to why I am hurt," Dream pauses for a moment, "wait, why am I even telling you this?"

George shrugs, "I don't know, you seem to like doing this though." He uses his bare hands, taking out the plant from its original home and placing it in it's new spot. Dream stands up and takes off his gloves, putting them on the small table. "But yeah, I really do like doing this," he says, going back to stand over George. George hums in acknowledgement and loosens the plant's roots from the soil and puts it down into the crevice. He finishes it up, wiping his hands on his apron. "Well, George, it was nice meeting you." Dream says as he goes near the ledge of the building. George follows, sitting on the ledge that Dream was standing next to. Dream follows suit and sits down next to him. "It was nice meeting you as well," George says, a small smile on his face. "But I, Dream, also have to go back to work."