I trembled right into trouble face first and landed right on my ass, just like yesterday and the day after that but today was different as I was face to face with a mad serial killer and his smiling face, lucky, lucky me.

How did I end up here you ask?

Blame the great flying man and his bright blue tights.

Making out on the roof of some building at the dead of night was his brilliant idea and then flying off to save the day was the fault of one mad bald son of a bitch that wanted to kill the both of us.

Did I know that two other flying men would crash into the same roof at the very same time as he sped off?

Nope, but sadly it seemed fate had been planning my death for a while now and finally their planning was going to pay off, I'm deader then a doornail.

"Ummm…I'll just be leaving now, no need to rip open my head and eat my brains thank you very much."

My brain was stalling but my mouth was geared up and ready for a joke when all I wanted to do was kick start my feet and get the hell out of there.

But of course my legs along with the rest of muscles were frozen in place and all I could do was give one big terrified smile at the man who could crush me in a second and there was a growing fear that he was something more then a killer.

"Well, it doesn't look like your going any where, Miss Lane, that's what you get for being so darn nosy. Oh, but don't be too worried, I'm not going to take a bite out of that pretty pink brain, no, no I've already had my fill today but why do you think yours is so special? Got a secret power hidden up there? If so, I might go ahead and take a look inside."

He was cold as ice and so were his hands as he held me in place staring at me as if he was looking right through me with a smirk growing along with my eyes and the fear beating hard in my chest.

"Powers? I wish, then maybe I could fly the hell out of here and another thing DON'T. TOUCH. ME."

There it went again forming a mind of its own and as it was flapping away the only thing I could hear was 'kill me now, please.'

And I was afraid if someone, meaning the man in the big red cape didn't move his tight little butt and fly in to save the day I was going to be a dead duck, a dead short duck.

"She bites, nice. Well, I'd love to stay and chat, Miss Lane but I have a date with a man that can't die, maybe I'll come back sooner more then later you're quite cute. Remember always keep an eye on your brain, I might just have a taste for it one of theses days."

Just another day full of death and shocks as his lips fell on mine, one of these days, all these little 'shocks' will be the end of this great reporter but let's just hope it's after my one great story.

And just like that he was gone in a blur of back, and the only thing left was the good guy finally flying in wearing his tights late as always.

"Lois! Are you okay?"

"Well, well look who finally showed up. What the hell took you so long, super-'boy' I could have been a pile of who-knows-what by the time you got here! Good thing he didn't want my brain, but he might be come back for you and your super one, so watch your back. Wait, I'm angry at you right now and that means I don't care if he swipes your little brain and stop looking at me like that!"

"You love me, don't you Miss Lane?"

"Shut up and fly me home."