Yes, chapter two!!! Like it or not, it's here! But I do hope you like it, because it was fun to write.

yeah, yeah, yeah, don't own TT or Fallout Boy

Dear Diary,

I feel like I just got run over by a steamroller, but what else is new?

Actually, a lot of stuff is new, like the guy I met online. He's called Nightwing4ever and doesn't seem like a psycho stalker type, and believe me, I know the psycho stalker type.

We chatted for like two hours, which is pretty nerdy, but he's the nicest person I've met in a while. Not that I've actually met this Nightwing. He could be like fifty years old and have nacho cheese breath and weigh 400 pounds. Still, Nightwing and I have a lot in common.

We were both the first ones we knew to memorize Fallout Boy's "This Ain't A Scene" without looking online for lyrics. Don't worry, that's not the only thing we have in common.

Oh, I found out why Dad isn't really putting pressure on me to be his "apprentice" and why he's been in a pretty good mood lately. Get this: he didn't steal some huge thing.

Dad has a girlfriend

That's right, a girlfriend. And what's even weirder are her age and her job. First, she's about the same age as Dad, not younger. Second, she's an investigative reporter.

I'm dead serious, she is. Her name's Carmen and guess what she investigates? That's right, Carmen doesn't do the stories on the nice, normal criminals, she does the ones with super powers. That includes Dad.

He really, really pisses me off sometimes. Like now. He's been going out with Carmen for almost a month and he didn't tell me!

Okay, maybe if I had a boyfriend I wouldn't tell him, but I don't. Everyone at school thinks I'm a freak just because the school shrink was this close to declaring me legally insane. I guess they do have a good reason, but still! The shrink didn't even really declare me!

Yeah, back to the subject. I asked Dad a few questions about his girlfriend after I finished freaking out about the fact that there was one.

"So, is she pregnant?"

Dad rolled his eye. Can I help that I'm still bitter about being a mistake?

I moved to the next question. "Does she know about me?"

"No," he said. Then he narrowed his eye in that creepy way of his. "And her phone numbers are completely blocked from your cell phone."

"Like I would try anything."

"Also, your voice code, breathing patterns, and finger prints are blocked from calling her on the home phone."

"Who cares? Not me!"

"I changed the password on my contacts list to something utterly random."

"Damn it, Slade!" Okay, so maybe I planned to let the cat out of the bag to Carmen. So what? He just had to think of everything.

Dad grinned at me and walked away while I was still fuming. Then he turned back and said, "By the way, there have been some Deadpool sightings near here, so watch yourself."

I choked down my reply. I could care less about Dad's stupid arch-nemesis. If he cared enough about safety to warn me, why couldn't he care enough to have less arch-nemesises?

Is that even a word: arch-nemesises? If it is, Dad has too many, Robin, Deadpool, the late Ravager, his ex wife . . .

Oh, I never call him Dad to his face. He doesn't have to get some sort of idea that I actually like him sometimes.

Damn, I got a calculus test tomorrow. Yes, I'm an advanced-math nerd! I hate this diary. It has too many opinions.

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