Oblivious ~ Superman Love Story ~ Completed

31. Return to Metropolis

So one grand escape coming up!

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Bruce and Oliver are just humans. They don't have super hearing or x-ray vision and this was a big house, so sneaking out was quite easy... And Alfred helped me.

While he went to make sure mom, Thea, Oliver, and Bruce wouldn't cross paths with me while I sneaked to the front door I did just that: sneaked.

Imagining myself to be one of those super cool agents in overpraised and way too expensive spy movies, I walked n my toes and hid behind every furniture on the way. I was spending way too much time in hiding but it didn't matter since this was fun and I felt like the Female James Bond: overconfident and overpaid.

Too bad I forgot my suitcase and had to run back to get it, this time making my way to the front door just walking normally.

I slipped out of the door and thankfully sighed at the sight of the taxi already waiting.

"Sorry. Have you had to wait long?" I asked as the driver helped me lift my suitcase to the trunk of the car.

"No mam, I just arrived." The driver said politely and opened me the door to the backseat.

"Great. Can you take me to Metropolis?" I asked with a polite smile, handing him the address on a paper.

"Yes, mam I can." He nodded and got to the front seat.

I heard yelling, outside and turned to look: Oliver and Bruce sprinting towards the taxi and Alfred looking apologetic by the door next to Thea who was shaking her head with a sigh over our brother's behavior.

"Shit, drive!" I said and felt the car jerk into movement just in time to hear Oliver yell after me.

"Don't you fucking dare drive away!"

"Angry boyfriend?" The driver asked with a chuckle. I was looking at my brother running after the car from the back window. "Don't worry, you aren't the first one. Last week I saved some poor bastard who had gotten caught cheating."

"An overprotective brother." I said with a shrug, turning back to face the right way on my seat as Oliver got left behind. Even he can't outrun a car going this fast.

"Oh, well you are lucky. The guy I saved had been hit in the face with a curling iron, nasty burn. Crazy girlfriend he had."

"Well, maybe he shouldn't have cheated." I bit back.

For a moment the driver stared at me through the rear-view mirror: "Maybe you are right." He nodded.

I took out my phone and sent a quick text to Clark: 'Coming home, if you are angry with me you can leave, but I hope you will be there... I miss you.'

Sighing I leaned heavily against the seat behind me and put on my seat-belt as the driver slowed down. We had entered the city and left the ridiculously long driveway up to Bruce's house. But who was I to judge; the driveway to our house in Starling city was longer.

"So who was the other guy? Bruce Wayne. Why was he running after you?" The driver asked.

"A childhood friend." I said, looking out the window.

"Really? Nothing more? I have picked up my fair share of girls from Mr. Wayne's house and he has never ran after any of them." The cab driver said insinuating something that wasn't true.

"You really are the prying type, aren't you." I said, not meaning to sound as harsh as I did.

"Well, what can I say. I'm a curious soul on the verge of being shamelessly nosy." The driver laughed.

"Well, you certainly aren't the first one." I said and closed my eyes, falling asleep at the back of the taxi.

I woke up to my phone going crazy, hundreds of notifications just rushing in at once, sounding like a ticking time bomb about to explode. "What the hell?" I groaned as I sat up straight, rubbing my eyes the phone screen blinding me for a moment.

"We just crossed over the Gotham city line." The driver said. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah umm, sure." Too distracted by the fact that numerous call and text notifications started flooding in exactly at the Gotham boarder I don't even hear his question. There were two calls from mom, a bunch from Thea all from the day of the fight all went unanswered by me simply because I hadn't gotten them until now. After that calls were from numerous news reporters from all over the world and a couple from different lawyers.

I started skimming through messages I had gotten from those numbers. Mom and Thea had the same basic concept: am I alright. Reporters were asking questions I didn't even bother to read and the lawyers were asking if I wanted them to represent me in a case against Superman's abuse towards me.

Random people had sent me YouTube videos about the fight, filmed by homeowners through their windows. Memes about the fight and even a remix of the battle had been made.

Quickly I blocked all calls and texts from my phone to stop them from flooding in more.

Opening the internet I found that people had made me the front man of domestic violence, selling shirts with my picture on them saying things like: 'be strong like me get out of the relationship', 'women are not punching bags', and 'kill Superman'.

The shirts brought me to a new, popular place called: the execution of Superman. The page was filled by drawings depicting things like cutting off Superman's head and hanging him. Numerous versions of videos where he hit me: slowed down ones, gifs, and ones with special effects.

Politicians had given statements about the incident most negative towards Superman but none promising a death-sentence to Superman that was quite highly requested by the public. All except one... Tobias Richmond had written numerous articles on the fact that Superman should indeed be executed.

This led me to Twitter with hashtags like #DeathToSuperman, #Don'tSupportDomesticViolence, #SavingFayQueen and #FindingFayQueen trending like wildfire.

Clicking on the finding Fay Queen hashtag, I came across numerous pictures of me helping Batman to the mysterious black car and us speeding away. There were dozens of pictures of the car speeding across the city and then just disappearing with no more pictures with no idea where it went. Someone had even drawn a map of where the car had been seen and at what time. Many people suspected that I had died and that Batman had died too. After all neither of us had been seen after that night. There were pictures of people in hospitals posted if they looked even a little bit like me asking if they had found me. (All confirmed fake) There were pictures of random people on the street looking a little similar to me, some all the way from Europe and Asia. Photoshop seemed to be popular in those too. Photoshopping my face on random pedestrians was popular.

That's when I came across a tweet that made me miss a heartbeat: 'Anyone realize that Fay Queen now knows Batman's identity? We LITERALLY SAW HER REMOVE HIS MASK!' This had been retweeted 3,59 million times with the internet frantically going through all the videos and pictures from that night. With my heart beating faster than ever I scrolled the answers to the tweet and saw that people had tried everything from brightening the pictures and taking them to specialists. And to my relief to no avail. The angle of view wasn't good enough on any of the photos or videos. Making it worse was how much smoke had been in the air from the flaming cars and how frantic the filmers had bee, with their hands shaking from fear and excitement.

It seemed like everyone had an opinion on the matter. All except me, Batman and... Superman. He had been seen leaving the scene practically unharmed, enraging people further over the fact that he bared no consequences.

What I saw next on my phone was heartbreaking...

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In the last 3 days I have posted SEVEN (7) CHAPTERS OMFG! I feel accomplished. XD