The red-haired Jimmy Olsen took a deep breath as he struggled to straighten the wrinkles out of his tee-shirt.
This is it, he thought to himself, slicking his orange tuft of hair out, now regretting not fixing it but knowing now that it was far to late to do anything about it aside from the current patch work job of using his bare hands and hope the accumulated grease and oil could take the place of hair spray or gel. I need to impress her. I need this, and I really hope the shirt doesn't mess this thing up.
That's when her knee-high boots made soft contact upon the roof of the building and when Jimmy Olsen heard the light bellowing of her short red cape. "Hello?" her voice, like any teenage girls, rung out as she took each step, one by one, closer to the nervous wreck of a young man. "I head the call from your watch, and my cousin asked me to watch over the city while he was on Justice League business," all he could do was stare at her, Supergirl, with her golden locks and her blue eyes and her royal blue costume, all coalesced into a single petit package. "Hello?"
Jimmy Olsen shook his head violently, hoping only that he could have the courage to go through with this plan. To late to back out now, I guess, he admitted to himself as he took a single step forward to meet the girl of his dreams. "Supergirl?" He drew in the biggest breath he'd ever had. "I am your biggest fan!" Jimmy admitted as he opened up his light jacket, revealing a t-shirt that very plainly stated, in very large letters: 'Supergirl's Number One Fan'.
Time to seal the deal, he prepared himself mentally, seeing her eyes open widely. "Will you go out with me?!"
Nervously, the girl of steel moved her blonde hair behind her right ear, looking away before sighing. "I'm sorry, but I'm already going out with someone else."
If Jimmy Olsen hadn't known any better, he'd have thought he heard the sound of shattering glass, but after that second had passed, realized it was his own broken heart, creating a cacophony of sadness that nearly brought him down to his knees instantly. Sad and defeated, he opened his mouth one more time. "Can I ask who?"
Supergirl then turned to her right and his left, revealing a tall man crossing his arms of roughly six feet, with black hair, flawless in its darkness with the exception of a single white streak up front and wearing a black leather jacket. As Jimmy was about to remark on how much of a macho, alpha male tool Supergirl's choice in a man was, he found himself interrupted by the sound of a hand going for and pulling down a zipper, moving slowly with a sort of deliberate torture until it revealed the entirety of a white t-shirt similar to Jimmy's own, one that read something that the young photographer never expected.
"Supergirl Fanclub Founder"