(A/N: Daniel honestly looks like Clark Kent in the photo attached.)   

Joey's POV 

I really wanted to say yes to hanging out with Daniel but I knew I would busy saving people later.

It's fine, he would have quickly realized I'm a freak and would never want to talk to me again anyways.

It's better to just be alone.

It's after school and I sit at my large monitor displaying what was going on at the current time.

It isn't long before an alert pops up, telling me there was trouble downtown. I grab my suit and quickly slip into. Then grab my gadgets and weapons before heading down there.

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POW!

I punch the criminal right in the nose. They immediately drop the bag of money and collapse to the ground. I take out his two buddies with ease before retrieving the bag. I take It back into the shop and return it to the owner before i'm on my way again. Just a regular day fighting crime. News reporters try to interview me but I turn them all down, I don't need credit, I need justice.

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Daniel's POV

"Reporters and witnesses confirm Batman stops more and more villains everyday. We still have no leads to who is the mysterious man behind the mask..."

I switch off the TV that was playing the 6:00 news.

"Who even is this 'Batman' anyway?"

I sigh and head to my room. I'll show them how to be a hero. 

I pull open my shirt, exposing my the 'S' on my chest, my planet's symbol for hope.

Clip. 

Cape's on, time to go...

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"Who are you!"

The masked criminal scowls as I blast his gun from this hand with my lazer vision. I freeze his feet to the floor with my ice breath and take the diamonds from his gloved hand. I place them on the jewelry store counter with a small sticky-note signed with -Superman and my 'S' icon.

With that I quickly vacate the area with my super-human speed.

I continue this routine for hours, find criminal, stop criminal, return stolen goods, leave stick-note, repeat.

I notice the time and It is now deep into the night, I should probably head home.

Once I am home I strip out of my suit and put on some cozy pajamas. I brush my teeth and do my nightly routine before hopping into bed.

I focus my mind on my breathing so that all my other senses are dulled, otherwise I would never get to sleep. Slowly I begin to drift off into a dreamless sleep..

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A wet sensation slaps across my face. 

"Ahh!"

I jolt awake and sit upright. 

"Wolf! Stop licking my face!"

I laugh and push the silly dog off me so I can get up.

"DANIEL!!!"

OH MY GOSH!!!

Oh, it's just Hope...

"Daniel! Get your lazy, gay ass out of bed and come out here!"

Gosh I love Hope, platonically of course. 

I drag myself out of bed and go greet Hope. Who I would say broke in but she has a key. I never gave her one though...

"Hey Wig, how are you?" 

"I'm great Danny, how are you?"

"Fabulous."  

"Of course you are. Anyways, have you seen the news?"  

"No I just woke up."  

"Well have a look!"  

She shoved her phone into my hands which was open on a some social media news report page. I pressed play on the video.  

"And in recent news it seems we have a new hero in the city, this mysterious good deed do'er is seemingly going by the name of 'Superman'. Many witness claim they saw him only for a brief flash before he was gone but he was wearing a blue suit with a red cape and he bore an emblem on his chest. He stopped multiple A list criminals and left nothing but the stolen goods, the criminal tied up and a sticky-note reading 'Superman' and the emblem below which appears to be a 'S' most likely standing for Superman. That's all the news we have for now but we will be sure to update you when Superman returns..."  

"It's not an 'S'! It stands for hope! Argh dumb humans..."  

"Hey! That's offensive!"  

"Sorry Wig, you know I love ya."  

"I thought you were gay?"  

"You know what I mean Hope, but apparently they don't know my emblem means hope."  

"Well, speaking of- what's that on your arm?"  

I looked at my arm and Joey's number was written there in sharpie.  

"Oh it's a number."  

"Oooh who's number?"  

She giggled nudging me suggestively.  

"A boy's."  

"Oooooh! What's his name?!"  

"Joey."  

"Awe, what a cute name! Have you texted him yet?!"  

"Um... not yet."  

"Well get onto it boy!"  

"Okay, okay! What should I say?"  

"Say; hey Joey, wanna come over so we can get in on?"  

"Hope!"  

"What?"  

"I can't just say that! You pervert!"  

"But it's what you want to do..."  

"Regardless, I can't just say it."  

"Ahaha you just admitted that you want to fuck him!"  

"Argh, your annoying!"  

We collapsed onto the couch laughing. I laid across it and she draped her legs over mine.  

"But seriously, what should I say?"  

"Ask him if he want to come over."  

"Because... I can't just say come over for no reason."  

"Say; because I'm Batman!"  

"Uh, don't even joke about that, I HATE Batman. He's just a powerless freak with some gadgets his daddy probably bought for him and he thinks a cape makes him a hero. He rules by fear. That's not a real hero."  

"Yeah, he's overrated."  

"Oh I know, I'll ask him if he wants to work on the school project! We have to do it together!"  

"Oh that's great, do that."  

"Thanks Wig!" 

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Joey's POV

I'm watching the news report on my large monitor and apparently there's some new 'superhero' in town. Stupid, they think that saving a few jewels and wearing skin tight, latex, propaganda suddenly makes you super. This random cheap shot who's running some kind of publicity parade is going to ruin everything I've done to keep this city safe. That not a real hero.  

"Bling"  

I hear from the side of my monitor.  

I pick up my phone and see that I was texted by an unknown number.  

It read; 

'Hey Joey, It's Daniel from school. You gave me your number yesterday and I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place and work on the school project since it's Saturday today and it's due on Monday?'  

I glanced back at my monitor 'no alerts'.   

'Sure.'  

'Cool, my address is 17 Wolf street, apartment 7.'  

'Okay, I'll be there in about 10 minutes.'  

(A/N: Hey y'all! Hope you guys are living for this book as much as I love writing it! The Janiel drought is real people! Word count 1167 words. Anyway thanks for reading, please add, vote, comment, follow, share, etc. Thanks, live you, see you soon, Good Janiel Bye!!!)