Celine Clifford is a normal girl. Normal life. Normal grades. Normal school. Wake up, go to school, hang out with friends, go home, do homework, go to sleep. It's rather a simple one really. She likes to watch the superheroes of the world band together to defeat the enemies that run rampant in the world, cheering them from the sidelines.
She tries helps others in any way she can. By helping an orphanage, loving to see their faces lighting up and smile and even volunteering at an animal shelter, washing them and playing with them... Hey, she meant others really loosely.
What's the difference with the rest of the average people?
She doesn't know. Running?
...
left. right. left. right.
Celine ran through a park near to her home, her short orange hair be ruffled by the winds that ran past, tugging at her loose hoodie that hid the tangled lines of her earphones as she listened to the soundtracks of her favorite music. There wasn't much people out here tonight, but of course there was a few stray people that still wandered through. She weaved through them pretty easily. It was night time at Central Park.
She had to move to this particular city because of her mother's job offer. The girl still didn't know what the job was.
She wasn't bothered to ask at this point.
Musing to herself, her body went into an autopilot mode of sorts. Moving in and out of people while maintaining a steady pace as her thoughts consumed her attention, thinking of the things she had to be ready for tomorrow. It was Sunday. Meaning that Monday was literally a few hours away and she internally groaned at the thought. She just moved here yesterday!
Skidding to a stop, she moved herself so that she was prepared to run all the way back home. Breathing in and out, Celine decided it was no harm in admiring the Central City nights. Spotting a good position, she sat down cross-legged on a bench that was covered by the trees, and looked up at the midnight sky. The song changed into something soothing to which she appreciated the song change.
"Central City, huh...?" Celine murmured, blinking her blue eyes.
After a few minutes, she stood up once more, ignoring the feeling of pins and needles after realizing that her legs had fallen asleep. Glancing at her phone she spotted that it was 9:03 PM. "This is why I love ya, Ma." She grinned slightly. Her parents were really loose when it came to curfews unlike other parents.
She looked to see the skyscrapers near the park. All nice and shiny and- why the hell was it orange colored all of a sudden.
Eyes widened when she realized that an attack was happening.
...
Of course, she had to check it out.
Going against the flow of fleeing civilians was harder than it seemed, as many masses of bodies slid past you, some bumping into her and others just ramming into her with no warning. She bit her tongue to not insult the person that barraged past her because really, people with fire can definitely burn you with their temper.
Or they can burn themselves up.
Either way, flames hurt.
She slid to a stop once she spotted Heatwave, no more than a mere figure in the distance. Hey, just because she wants to watch how (erm, Flash and Flash Ki- Kid Flash, right?) the heroes of Central City handle it, doesn't mean that she wants to burnt. She peeked over the side, seeing blurs of red and yellow appear in front of Heatwave. It's them.
It was a fire show, seeing them run around, dodging the flames that lit up the night sky.
And the buildings.
Then she had to squint to see Flash make some sort of movement towards Kid Flash, who immediately zoomed out of sight. Celine tilted her head slightly. What are they doing?
The yellow blur appeared in front of the flaming skyscrapers, stopping in front of it with a certainly determined stance.
Celine couldn't help but whistle slightly.
It's a good thing that she was still far away from his sight and hearing.
Then Kid Flash ran up the walls - she had no idea he could do that - and entered the building.
Then the firefighters came into play.
"I swear that the help coming after the superhero saved the day is a giant cliche in itself."
...
Celine couldn't stay around for too long.
The firefighters blocked off the area and as a (somewhat) obedient citizen, she walked backwards until she reached the border of the blocked off area. Still, she looked up at the buildings with curiosity, wondering what Kid Flash is still doing in there-
Oh wait, there he is.
And Flash too, oh wow, that near clean-up was quick.
Definitely need to react faster than my feet. She thought dryly, shifting her weight as she tried to get a good look for herself, trying her best to find the speedy hero. Celine tended to ignore the news on TV and only focus what was going on around her surroundings in real life. Yeah, it was a weird thing to do.
She was squeezed by tons of reporters who were fighting to get a better space to report the news, and she tried to push them off her before a hand on her shoulder guided her to a better position. Blinking with surprise, she looked up to see a redheaded woman with microphone who gave her a small smile or reassurance. Celine gave a unsure grin of her own. "Thanks."
"Welcome."
Then she spotted them.
No. It was not a love at first sight. No, it was not a crush. Bleh, she never had one. And she seen them during the rare glimpses of the news on TV.
Just a curious girl who is looking at a superhero for the first time. In real life.
Flash was definitely taller than what she seen. And Kid Flash looked more younger than what she seen. And they definitely looked open. As in, their body language looked carefree and had a stance that she seen with runners.
Friends back then said she nearly had a stance the same as them. She, of course, laughed it off.
Okay, she's a runner, and they're speedsters- she has to at least know them somewhat!
Kid Flash felt a curious stare being trained on him and of course, he twisted his head around to see... a teen who wore clothes like that Rocky montages except they had bright orange hair. And of course, being Kid Flash and all, he was to flirt at least once. He had never seen her before and he knew everyone. Walking up to her, instead of the reporters that was being handled by Flash currently, and he started off simply.
"Well, well, it looks like you couldn't take your eyes of me."
One blink. Two blinks.
"Sorry, I was looking for my friend. Your face was blocking me."
Silence. It was... really awkward.
Celine couldn't believe she said that. She couldn't believe she said that. Still couldn't believe it. To a freaking superhero nonetheless. She even lied!
Despite the fact that she didn't go red and had a poker face on, she nearly died of embarrassment. But if any pick-up lines were directed onto her, she'll just respond with sarcastic comments.
Then Kid Flash laughed
"Jeez... You really are master at sarcasm aren't ya...?" He snorted lightly. Robin took that crown already.
"'Course. Any pick-up lines don't work on me." She shrugged slightly.
Kid Flash perked his head up to see Flash calling for him. He looked back at the girl. "Well, I gotta run. See ya later, strawberry." He disappeared, two blurs racing across the city.
Celine bit back a shout. Why would you call me 'strawberry' of all things?!
Soon enough the crowd dispersed leaving Celine behind with that redheaded lady. It was a couple of seconds until
"Surprised you said that." She blinked to see the woman with a sly smile smile on her face. "Nice job, kid. I'm Iris."
"Celine." She bit her lip. "I need to go as well. My parents are gonna kill me for being late."
A chuckle escaped Iris' lips after Celine's comment. "I know the feeling. Go on." She smiled. "You don't want them to ground you, do they?"
"No ma'am!" And with that Celine ran off, the songs that were still beating in her earphones slightly surprised her with the fact that she forgot to turn them off. And probably drained some of the little battery she had left. She sighed quietly after reaching her home in the city, all hot but the cool air offered her comfort for that.
She greeted her parents, had an idle chat, telling them about that fighting and all. The parents scolded her for being so close to a fight that wasn't for her but she shrugged a little at their responses. After telling them goodnight, she changed into simple pajamas because she'd done for the day and sat on her bed, looking out of the window beside her bed.
Her thoughts were clouded with the Flash. Then Kid Flash. Then Batman. Robin. All the superheroes flitted in and out of her mind now that Kid Flash interacted with her- her interest in superheroes grew rapidly. She realized how much they affect most of the lives in world. After the silent rant about them ended in her head, her suddenly tired eyes flicked towards the clock on the wall.
10:04 PM.
Even if her parents hadn't put a curfew on, she'll normally sleep at 10:00.
Celine sighed softly, preparing herself for tomorrow. And sleep. "Central City, here I come."