I'm exhausted. Dealing with Alexia was a pain. Well, arguing with Lance on the way back to HQ was a pain. I had it all under control. But Mr. I'm The Superhero And You're Just The Sidekick over there didn't believe me. It's not like I haven't taken on Alexia alone before. In fact, the first time we faced him, Lance was too busy with the fact that his beloved uncle was a villain and he almost died.
I change out of my suit and into some pajamas. I just want to actually be recognized as someone who can hold their own against a villain for once. There's a picture of Lance and I from when we were younger sitting on my bookshelf. We were in the 7th grade when that picture was taken, and I can remember that day well. It was a field trip our class took to see a play. We got to meet the actors and take a tour of the theater. That trip was what sparked an interest in acting and theatrics for me. Unfortunately, my grotesque appearance causes me to not get the roles I really want. Back in middle school, everything seemed possible, like we could do whatever we wanted, or be whatever we wanted to be. Then, reality shot us in the face and the realization that our dreams probably wouldn't come true came over us one by one. All except for Lance. He kept that childlike idealism for longer than any of us. Alexia was the one who stripped him of his innocence in the end. He was forced to accept that people who you are close to can turn on you.
I was too busy reminiscing to hear my door open. I only notice when Lance sits down next to me on my bed.
"Listen, Reid, we need to talk." Lance sounds apologetic, but I'm too tired to care.
"We have nothing to talk about. Goodnight Lance."I stand up and enter my bathroom to prepare for bed. When I return, Lance is gone and there is a note on my nightstand. I crumple it up and throw it without looking at it, and I go to bed.
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My alarm goes off at exactly 6:04 each morning, and I usually hit snooze at least once, so I surprised myself when I woke up before the alarm rang. I get out of bed and walk into my bathroom to shower and everything else that needs to get done. That normally takes me about forty minutes to get everything done, but I guess I'm in a rush today. I step out into the kitchen to make myself some French toast, as that sounds pretty good, and on the fridge there's a note from Lance.
Went on patrol early. I'll be back at noon if you need me. I sigh. Well, it looks like I'll have to wait until I get home from work to give Lance the final piece of my mind. On the back of the note, I write my own note to Lance.
Since my old rust bucket broke down, I'm taking your convertible to work today. Also, see if you can find my motorcycle. I'm going to need that. That should irritate him a little, I'm making it so that he can't drive anywhere. Not that he needs to drive anyways, but it should still piss him off because I touched his baby without permission blah blah blah.
His convertible sits in the garage, all blue and black. It actually is a really nice car. Lance's parents really went all out on spoiling their baby. I sometimes wonder why I'm even friends with a spoilt brat such as Lance, but then I remember why. Because I'm an idiot.
I am exactly one minute late when I clock in, and Jean is already up my butt telling me off for being late. I try to tell her what happened, but she shushes me.
"I have half a mind to fire you and just be done with this whole thing, but because I know I won't find a replacement in time for the nighttime news, I guess you'll have to do. Now, cameras 4, 9, and 15 are all down, and you need to figure out why before tonight." Great, grunt work. Again. I don't have a Masters in cinematography for me to fix broken cameras. And isn't that the IT guy's job anyways? That is why we pay them. I go to find an IT guy and get them to do the work for me so I can do something more useful, like clean the camera lenses, or go through footage and find reusable tapes.
Down in the IT department, I find probably one of my favorite people, Felicity Shaw, taking her break. She's done so much for me in the past.
"Felicity, Jean wants me to fix cameras 4, 9, and 15, and to be honest, I have no idea where to start. Do you think you could take a look at it and see if you can find the problem?" I put on my best please help me so I don't loose my job face, and look her right in the eyes. After a few seconds, she relents. Just like I knew she would.
"Alright. But you owe me big time Arrow." Oh yeah. I forgot to mention. She's also one of the few people who has figured out my secret.
"Thanks so much! I'll be sure to tell Lance hi for you." At the mention of Lance, Felicity pales. The two have a very elaborate past. One of heartbreak and other traumas. Basically, Felicity was his rebound after Erak. She still hasn't forgiven him for using her, and I don't think she will for a long time.
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Hi everyone.
There have been a multitude of reasons that I haven't updated recently, I'm sorry, but I'm back, for who knows how long.
As a sort of apology, I'm going to give you an April 1st gift. I'm going to leave a form in this footer, and if you want your own character in this story, just fill it out and message me the form.
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Angel's Breath
Genel KurguWhy do superheroes get all of the credit? The sidekick is usually the one to do most of the work, right? At least, for Reid Johns, a.k.a. Cupid's Arrow, it is. He's the sidekick of the Angel of Light, hero of Hope City, to whom he is has been friend...
