A Super Partnership

Chapter One

"Are you kidding me?! That's WAY too high!" a skinny man who looked like he was barely in his twenties says to Bruno Mannheim.
"Hey, who's the expert here? If I say it's a fair price, then it's a fair price" Mannheim growls, then smiles sadistically as he adds "But if you have a problem with how I run my business, feel free to take it up with the complaint department." He points behind him at his two  gigantic, bodybuilder-type henchmen, as they both slam their fists into their open palms in a threatening manner.
"O-on second thought, h-h-how about I pay you a little extra for your EXCELLENT service?" the skinny guy stutters as he fishes in his pocket for the money, then pulls out a crumpled wad of bills.
Most of my classmates are probably spending their Saturday morning doing something boring, like sleeping in or watching some movie they've already seen a zillion times. But me? I'm hiding behind a couple of empty oil drums in an abandoned warehouse, my camera poised and ready.
My name is Jimmy Olsen, and I'm a photographer for the Daily Planet. I'm ALWAYS on the hunt for something newsworthy to snap a photo of, and I know anything involving Bruno Mannheim, the leader of Intergang, the toughest crime gang in all of Metropolis, is definitely worth a picture or two.
Mannheim snatches the money out of the skinny guy's hand, then reaches into the left side of his suit jacket and pulls out a ziploc bag full of a white powdery substance "Enjoy, pal. And remember: you tell the cops you got this from me, and it'll be the end of you" Mannheim threatens.
"Alright, this is it" I whisper to myself as Mannheim hands the bag to the trembling skinny guy. I lower my finger to my camera's button and press down, resulting in the picture taking in a bright flash of light.
Crap! I forgot about the flash!
"What the heck was that?! WHO'S THERE?!?!" Mannheim roars, causing the skinny guy to drop the bag in fright and run like the Flash out of the building.
Panicked, I press the switch on my watch, and wait for Superman to do his thing.
"It came from over there, boss!" one of Mannheim's dumb guards points at the oil drums that serves as my only hiding place from certain death.
Come on Supes, where are you? I think to myself as Mannheim marches over to the oil drums and kicks them out of the way, leaving me completely exposed.
"What the- it's the runt from the Daily Planet!" I can barely hear him over the sound of my pounding heart.
He picks me up roughly by my shirt and holds me inches away from his ugly face. Only then does he look down and notice the camera in my trembling hands.
"Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, huh? You're just like that Lois Lane chick" he reaches into his pants' pocket, effortlessly holding me with one hand, and pulls out a switchblade knife "Except she's not dumb enough to get caught" he says as he flips the knife open.
A loud CLUNK sound catches both of our attentions as Mannheim turns around to locate the source of the noise. The two guards lay unconscious on the concrete floor, Supergirl walking past them and up to us. The fear that was coursing through my veins just a second ago is replaced with a feeling of relief and a fluttery feeling in my heart at the sight of her.
"Little early for trouble, Jimmy" she says with a dazzling smile.
"S-Supergirl?!" Mannheim stutters, sounding similar to his skinny buyer "H-how did you-"
"Through the window" she says, pointing up at the only opening in the building save for the door "Now, make this easy for yourself and let the redhead go"
"N-no way!" Mannheim refuses, and holds the knife an inch away from my neck "T-take one more step, and I'll cut his throat!"
Supergirl rolls her eyes and blasts the knife with her heat vision, melting it in Mannheim's hand.
Mannheim screams in pain as he tries to get the burning goo that was once his knife off his hand, dropping me in the process. Supergirl then delivers a swift punch to his face, causing him to drop to the ground in an unconscious heap.
"It doesn't matter how many times I see it" I say "Seeing you and Superman in action NEVER stops being awesome."
"Thanks" she chuckles "Sorry I was late. The Toyman was robbing a bank, and I had to rescue the hostages."
"Sounds like you've had a busy morning" I say "Why didn't Superman help out?"
"He's on some mission in another universe with the rest of the Justice League" she explains "So you're stuck with me for the next few days. Hope that's alright with you"
That is DEFINITELY alright with me, I think to myself. "Yeah, that's cool with me" is what I actually say, then lean against the wall, both in an attempt to look cool, and to prevent from falling to the floor because this girl turns my legs to jello.
"Well, I better take these guys to jail now" she says, as she picks up Mannheim by the hem of his shirt in one hand, and the two meat heads in the other hand "See ya next time your life needs saving, Jimmy" she winks, then flys out the window with the unconscious bad guys.
She's incredible, I think to myself, then mentally kick myself for failing to take a picture of her knocking out Mannheim. That would've looked WAY better than some dumb drug deal.
"It's better than nothing, though" I mutter to myself, as I walk out of the warehouse and make my way home to get the picture developed.