My Boy's a Superhero

"So you're pulling the Superman trick then, huh?" I inquired, pulling a smile to his face.

Crossing his arms, he arrogantly responded, "Oh, baby, I'm better then Superman. I'm the one and only."

I scoffed, "Yeah, the one and only douche bag."

His smile then formed to a smirk, "We'll you're just scared."

"Why would I be scared?" I asked, growing more annoyed of him by the minute.

Slowly, he whispered, "You're scared because you can't help the fact that you're my girl. That I'll always be here to save you and you're not sure if you like that. "

I raised my eyebrows, "You're right...but I don't need you to save me."

"How so?"

Pursing my lips, I replied, "Because screw Lois Lane. I'm Wonder Woman, bitch."

Chuckling, he said, "I'm sorry to let you know, but Wonder Woman isn't real. I am, and you better get used to it." Without another word, he lifted into the air, cutting our conversation short, off to save the day in all his egoistical glory.

As much as I though I didn't care, I couldn't help but glance up to him, hoping he would return safe and sound, and back to me....