A/N: Felt the need to write a short little fic featuring Warren, dedicated to my best friends.
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable is not owned by me. It's owned by respective companies
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"Batman."
"Wolverine," Warren Peace argued stubbornly.
"Psh! Wolverine?" I mocked him, disagreeing, "He isn't even a real super hero!"
"He saves lives doesn't he?" Warren retorted with a pointed expression.
"He also killed people," I grinned in satisfaction.
"What good super hero hasn't made sacrifices," Warren prompted, adding, "Besides Batman left Scarecrow to die on a bus smothered in flames. He's merciless."
"So? Every good super hero has made sacrifices," I retorted, throwing his own defense back at him.
"Heartlessly brutal sacrifices?" Warren smiled with a triumphant expression.
I frowned deeply, "Wolverine wasn't exactly a saint."
"He helped during World War II," Warren informed me, adding, "He wasn't exactly heartless either."
"He is ancient!" I exclaimed with surprise, adding, "Besides he didn't really have powers. He can't exactly constitute as a super hero."
"He can grow claws from his hands and heals easily," Warren protested, "How does he not get classified as a super hero."
"He's a mutant, there's a difference. You were born with pyrokinesis, am I right?"
"Batman didn't pop out of his mom all powerful either! He was attacked my bats after his parents were murdered," Warren argued, little puffs of smoke rising from his fists as he got caught up in the debate.
"Fine," I stressed the word, quickly adding, "But Batman had a side kick! Every good super hero has a side kick."
"Wolverine preferred to work alone . . . like me," Warren retorted, "Besides he lived with an entire house of super heroes."
"You mean you don't want to work with a partner after school?" I inquired with interest.
"Of course not! I don't even know what I want to do yet," Warren informed me, unfazed by the question.
"A human flame-thrower, perhaps?" I smirked at him, flashing my pearly whites.
"And she has a sense of humor too. What do you plan to do?" Warren responded sarcastically.
"Teach."
"Teach?"
"Indeed."
"As in educate students?"
"That's what they call it these days, correct?"
"And what will you teach them? How to choose a poor super hero to admire?"
"Funny, Peace. I want to teach History."
"History?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Smart ass."
"Better than being a dumb ass."
"Are you insinuating I'm a dumb ass?"
"What would make you think that? Your sudden fascination with echoing me? Or was it your poor choice in super heroes?"
"I thought we had agreed Wolverine surpassed Batman by far!"
I snorted in disbelief, "As if! I'm still not convinced Batman is surpassed by anyone, let alone Wolverine."
"So who, if anyone, could surpass Batman?"
I thought about it for a moment before smiling up at him. Warren towered over me, his 6'1" to my 5'4". His calloused hands were no longer steaming and his eyebrows were bent in curiosity. His dark charcoal colored eyes glittered in anticipation. Warren's black leather vest hung loosely over his form fitting red tee shirt, which highlighted the crimson streaks in his jet-black hair. His black jeans clung to his thighs attractively. I slowly reached forward, my hands landing on his broad shoulders as I stood on the tip my toes.
"You."
Warren smirked, pleased with the response. He hung his head lower and rubbed our noses together.
His lips brushed mine as he mumbled, "Maybe I'll become a super hero after all then."
A/N: Review are welcomed, lol. But yeah, there you have it.