Author's note: I do hope the first chapter was to everyone's liking! I think this will be an interesting story. Normally, I would write anime stories (which are nice and easy to read because I can be very creative and I know the characters so well). But now, since I am almost creating some of my characters, this will surely be a great challenge. I'm truly optimistic about this and I truly hope you guys are too!

Location- Still in the outskirts of London (Oxford) and will be taken through the campus of the university of Oxford and into a pub known as the eagle and child. This pub has some history to it. It was actually the place where J.R.R. Tolkien (author of The Lord of the Rings) and C.S Lewis (author of The Chronicles of Narnia and Screwtape Letters) use to go to drink and hang out. They had a group that would meet there and talk about their ideas and such. All in all...very interesting! Learn something new everyday right? Though my main character Katherine is not of drinking age, pubs allow children to come in (but if you look old enough, which she does, she could get a drink. But that is not happening for now).

And for my older audience who can't stand that she is 16 and that my other characters are so young...please be patient! I'm trying to put as much detail in the story that when I do get out of these flashbacks, you will be well informed about the story and will hopefully be interested in what happens next! So no worries, I will make them older! She will be 19 soon enough and unfortunately Robin will be younger...But i'll figure it all out. (i'm even thinking about making them even older! But i'm in the process of laying out chapter contents and what will precisely happen) haha so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! give me your opinions. they may be featured in the story!

Season- Nighttime in late spring. It is a chilly night; the stars are bright and the streetlights are dim. The community is bustling because, obviously, it is a friday! Students from the university are going the pubs and hitting the town. (That rebecca black song is repeating in my head and I'm trying to get it out. Despite it being a Tuesday night!).

Anyway, onto the chapter!


Chapter 2: The Dateaster

*Still in the flashback*

Year: 2009

I heard my mother calling me from downstairs. I got up from my purple sheeted queen bed and headed towards my white vanity to check on my outfit for the last time. I knew why she was calling me down. He was here; Stephen. After being very bold, I finally get to go on a date with him. And now here I am all dressed up and ready to have some fun! But something has been bothering me since he left today. Though he did get hurt from that kid, he shouldn't have picked that fight. (I have a guilty self conscious...even when I was that young...I just knew that problably made Tim feel bad)

"It was over something that wasn't even worth it." I muttered to myself as I sprayed a perfume scent combining mandarin, cinnamon, almond blossoms, honeysuckle, jasmine and orchid (Aka. Ralph Lauren hot) on my neck and wrists and rubbed both of them together.

I checked my hair; perfectly straight and made sure my long side bangs that were French twisted to one side stayed perfectly pinned to the side of my head. Makeup; perfect wedged eyeliner in the outer corner of my eyes and eye shadow was a subtle smokey eye. My striped black and white long sleeved dress; perfectly tailored and matched with my black tights. I threw on a pink and grey floral scarf to add some color and put on my brown trench coat and headed downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled as I shut my white door and went down the marbled and wooden staircase.

I headed down into the kitchen and saw my mom standing in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine from the brown wine cabinet with a bow on it and put it on the island granite counter table. She must be going out as well.

"Oh you look beautiful," exclaimed my mother who made me do a 360 spin for her. "I'm sure if your father were here he would definitely think the same thing!"

(My father is not dead, for those who are wondering) Ever since my father left for his work in London, things have been rough for my mom and me. But we are not alone. My older brother, John, goes to the University here. He works as a teaching apprentice for the psychology department and has another side job tutoring students. That's probably the main reason why I want to pursue my career in psychology. Not only to figure out what people are thinking and feeling, but to see what makes people do the things they do. And my brother really made me see all of this! Even though he lives at home and commutes to the college, we rarely see each other. I think it's because of that new girlfriend he has…and also his job at the University. (Definitely was the girlfriend. He ended up marrying her, which was good for him!)

My father though is a great man; one of the smartest computer scientists that graduated from Cambridge and then taught at Oxford for a very long time. He was asked to help further technology development in London. So now he works and lives there. He always use to tell me before he left 'when I'm done with this city you won't have to worry about anything! We'll have robot servants and the public transportation will be so fast you'll be in and out of the underground in a blink of an eye.' He also promised me that once I graduated from high school that I can live with him and go to school there. So far he's done great things for London. My dad, in a way, is kind of a celberity there. Though he still writes letters to us and provided us many nice things (like the new house, my tuition, clothes, ect.), I still want him to be here with us.

I smiled at my mother and she smiled back with all her defined lines and her crystal blue eyes. "I hope that boy doesn't look at your pretty little Hazel eyes and outfit and doesn't think of anything un-gentleman like."

"Oh no mom! He wouldn't do something like that!" I exclaimed.

She turned and looked at me with sincere eyes, the mother-knows-best look, adjusted her white headband in her black hair and then turned towards the granet kitchen counter by the cabinets.

"Before we go see him in the living room, I have something to give you." She gently took my hand and put in it a bracelet; it was silver and the chain had very small braiding. "It was my mothers and she gave it to me. It's about time that you have it now. I got it when I was about your age! It's a charm bracelet, but the simple chain itself looks great with that outfit."

I hugged her in thanks and had the biggest smile on my face (that bracelet is definitely more than just an accessory). After telling my mother not to ask Stephen about his eye, she showed me into the living room where he was sitting. Dressed up in a blue, long sleeved plaid polo shirt cuffed over his blue V-neck sweater on top of it, he stood up and hugged my mother. His nose was all cleaned up but his eyelid drooped and was discolored a little from the fight that he had earlier that day. Despite the fighter look, he still had an amazing smile that revealed a dimple on the right side of his tan, semi freckled cheek.

"Of course I wont do anything Mrs. S! You know me." He said smiling at her

"Oh I do know you well Mr. Lexington." She laughed jokingly "Captain of the lacrosse team and always being such a gentleman whenever my women's club needs help with big events."

"Is that where you are going tonight?" He ask, looking at her black and white floral dress.

"Why yes I am! Very observant you are!" she said, putting her hands on her hips "Tonight is ladies night and we are going to discuss our next event over a bottle of wine and snacks!"

I smiled in embarrassment. But my mom helps the community get involved! Anyway, Stephen comes from a family that is very involved in the community as well. His mom and my mom are really good friends. I believe that they have already planned out me and Stephen's wedding. Well... thats my hope at least. (Yea...I had it all down on a Pinterest board) He is the only child of the family so they expect a lot out of him. He should graduate this year and get into a great college. (He was 18 and I was 16 when we started to date, but this did not last long, despite my optimism of marriage) His father, Commissioner Gordon II, was a top security policeman here at the town of Oxford. But he moves around to other stations to check up on them and helps out on their investigations if need be. (He is like the new updated Sherlock Holmes; very smart and very good at what he does) When we were younger, he use to tell me and Stephen stories about the heroes that his granddad, Gordon senior, use to fight alongside with.

These people were part of something called the League. This League was known by all and feared by their enemies. Heroes such as Batman, Aquaman, The Martin and Superman helped save the world along with many other heroes. My father once told me that it helped the world come out of darkness.

They were very recognize-able to many people back in the day. You could say that they were celebrities! Law enforcement did not have to worry about danger for they knew that the league would help them out. But ever since WWII, heroes are not really needed anymore. After WWII technology started to become very advanced. Technology has given law enforcement the opportunity to seek and pinpoint locations of any suspicious activity and stop it in its tracks. They also created robots to help fight crime and give major cities hope and peace. Heroes today either have died of old age, became legends for storytellers to tell, products for children to play with or they are living their secret identity. The stories Commissioner 'G' would tell us would make me feel like they were still around, despite the many years of disappearance.

I grabbed my iPhone and walked down towards the front of the house. There I put on my black combat boots and Stephen opened the door for me.

"I won't be too late Mom! See ya!" I said and we headed out

He tossed his blue helmet at me as he started up his black and neon green motorcycle. I got on and he put on his round riding goggles as I held tight around his body and we took off on the pavement road. Though we could have walked to the central of Oxford, riding on the motorcycle just looked so cool (Of course I had a thing for motor bikes, there's just a little bit of badass in it that I absolutely adore.) Looking passed the fields that the farmers work on to my right then seeing small local stores from my left and passing every streetlight that light up the road, it made me feel so cool riding on the bike.

When we finally passed our school the streets became brick and cobble stoned. This meant that we were entering in the main town of Oxford. We passed the old, Catholic Church that can be seen from miles away, passed the college buildings, dormitories and campus bookstores until we made a right. This street was paved, not only because these is the main road for bikes, but also for tourist so their buses can drive here and not have worries about getting a flat. The streets were lit up with black-poled streetlights and many students were out socializing about. We passed the central graveyard round-a-bout and made a right turn. We continued down this road until we stopped on a sidewalk to the right of us and parked there. We got off the bike and crossed the street where a pub called 'Eagle and Child' was at. We entered the rustic place and realized that it was very crowded; people were watching the massive TV that showed the latest on the football (Soccer) game. Stephen grabbed my hand and lead me to the back of the pub where there was less noise, but people drinking and socializing. I sat down on a green and dark red-checkered sofa and he went off to get us drinks.

'Okay.' I thought to myself ' So far so good. All you have to do is keep calm and just be yourself. You've grown up with this guy, just don't do anything stupid."

"Here ya go" Stephen said, sitting down, handing me a white cup filled with warm coffee.

"Thanks" I said smiling, accepting it and taking a nice sip

'It's very sweet.' I thought as I took another sip 'Just the way I like it.'

"I asked to have it very sweet, I know you like your coffee that way." He said

I smiled "Yea, that's because almost every morning I have a cup a coffee in my tumbler and you always take a massive gulp of it in 2nd period" I did a slight tease push, joking around. He shook his head in agreement.

We both laughed. But then it turned into silence. (Ah this awkward date was very fun…but now that I look back on it….I should've stayed home)

"SO UM.." we both said, our bodies facing each other "No, you go first!"

Stephen looked at me, wanting me to say something to him, so I put my coffee down on the brown table in front of us and crossed my legs.

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier…about that kid."

He looked at me with, not angry eyes…that I was expecting, eyes that were paying attention to me and with interest.

"Even though that kid today really bothered you, you know that fight shouldn't have happened. I know you get angry easily…but he's just a kid ya know. So uh-"

"You don't have to say anymore." He said, interrupting me "I know I shouldn't have done that. He's just some kid that just wanted to stand up for the professor or something…I don't know. But I obviously learned my lesson." he pointed at his eye and we both laughed about it.

My heart started beating fast just seeing him smile. But I took a quick sip of my coffee.

"Sooo…does that mean you'll stop picking fights with people?" I asked cheerfully

"Haha, hey! If a kid is pissing me off, I have to tell it to stay in its place" He said jokingly.

But… I knew he was serious. He started calling people 'it' again.

I sighed "You know Stephen, people are gona start thinking you're a bully if you keep that up. I know your graduating soon, but leave on good terms. I don't want to hear gossip about you being a bully when you graduate."

He agreed with me and apologized. From here we started having small talk. We talked about our childhood, things we did together back in elementary school, the sports club and its expectations for next year and about the future. (Not our future together obviously…because, like I said, we did not date for very long.) I talked about helping people overcome his or her problems and helping them move on with life with a smile on their faces. He talked about helping his dad investigate but also wanting to become a great lacrosse player. He got offers from everywhere, including a college in America.

"Duke is so far away though." said Stephen sighing. "Despite the full ride scholarship, I just don't know if I want to be that far away from home."

"I'm sure you can Skype your family!" I said encouraging him. "That way you can still be home but in your dorm. And plus Duke is a great school! I'm sure you can get your education there and then help your father out after. You won't be that far away! Besides, its an adventure. I say go for it!"

"It's not my family I'm concerned about." He said grabbing my hand, which rested on my lap. "There's someone that I know who will miss me when I'm gone."

I was about to ask who that was (SO STUPID! Obviously it was you. *yelling at myself* Why would you have thought this? Come on Katherine! Ah, so naïve.) until he picked up his cell phone to answer it.

"Hello" he said. Then he said yes a couple of times and his face turned serious. "Yea, I'll be there soon. Don't do anything until I get there." He hung up and grabbed his helmet.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I have to go home."

"Oh okay." I said, getting up but he put his hand on my shoulder

"I gota go home alone, I'm sorry. But….can you walk back? I'm really sorry, but its an emergency." he asked

(*Now yelling at him* WHY ON EARTH DID YOU LET ME WALK BACK, BY MYSELF, AT NIGHT ALL THE WAY HOME? HE HAD NO MANNERS!)

I nodded yes and he smiled at me and took off. I sat back down with my lukewarm coffee. I finished it off and sat there for a while, checking on my phone and texting some of my friends who were in town. Unfortunately, none were here and couldn't walk me back to my house. I got up and left the pub and started walking through the cobbled streets. There were many people out so it didn't seem so sketch. I called my brother but he wasn't answering his phone.

*phone ringing* "Hey I cant come to the pho-"

I hung up "Ah! Out of all the times you don't answer your phone John…come on." I muttered out loud and put my phone in my trench coat pocket.

I crossed the street, passed the book shops and started walking towards the church bridge. Once I passed a pub that was across from a library I started hearing footsteps. I ignored them and kept going in the direction towards home. I stopped, turned around and saw nothing there. A cool, gentle breeze passed by as I did this.

'Okay' I thought 'maybe I should call Stephen. I picked up my phone and started dialing and walking.

I heard footsteps again, and hearing someone calling for me. They sounded like manly voices. I made a slight head turn to look at them: 3 men all with brownish blonde hair, except for one redhead. Some of their words were slurring and their laughter was obnoxious as if they have been drinking too much.

*phone ringing.* "Please leave a message after the tone" *beep*

"Wher youu going miss?" they kept asking

"Stephen its me, please come back…I could use some help right about now" Before I knew it one of the guys, who was wearing a black chunky sweater and dark jeans grabbed my hand. My phone dropped to the ground.

"Ya know, I really hate girls who don't respond when I'm talking to them." He said in a harsh, Irish accent. His deep brown eyes met mine as he smiled in a sly, creepy way... as if he was thinking of things to do with me.

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you…" I said, pulling my arm away from him and picking up my phone from the ground. "but I really must leave."

I turned away from him to take a step and another guy in a deep, red long sleeve shirt and jeans blocked my way. His stench of alcohol made my head dizzy.

"Maybe she's lost. Perhaps we should escort her, thats what a good Englishmen would do. How about that gentleman?! Where you going to miss?" Said the red shirt man, his red hair was deep and his freckles were everywhere on his face. I wish I could tell him to go back to Wales, judging by his accent…but I was already in enough trouble as it is.

'Ah crap,' I thought 'God, *semi praying* if superheroes really are still around...I would love to have someone come to my rescue. okay, uh... gotta think of something quick!'

"Um…I'm heading to my boyfriends." (Boyfriend? Really? That surely did not work…) "And I'm sure he's wondering where I am so…kbye" I did a side step and was about to run until the third boy grabbed me by the waist and dug his nails into my hips. I closed my eyes in pain but I could not seem to move.

"Why don't we escort you to your boyfriends?" the third man said, who was wearing a black beanie and a black and white plaid shirt with jeans. "We'll take a side trip while were at it if you don't mind."

They all started to laugh...this does not look good for me at all. I need to get out of here quick!

"Um! That really isn't necessary. How about you boys..." I stepped on his foot " JUST GET LOST!" and he released me and I gunned it away from them.

I kept running as if my life depended on it, making turns everywhere I went. Through alleyways, gardens, and eventually I passed the Catholic Chruch.

'Okay!' I thought to myself 'Just a little more and I'll be home'

Suddenly I saw vehicle lights coming towards my way, I kept gasping for breath and just kept running. But it was catching up to me.

'Please!' I yelled in my head 'Don't let it be them, let it be Stephen coming to help me!'

I turned to the side of me to face the vehicle and saw those brown eyes again.

"oh no..." I softly screamed

I started to scream louder but something hit me hard... and from there all I saw was black and heard a massive skid and thump on a surfaced ground.


Wow! So good right?! Well I'm going to leave this on a cliff hanger. Just for kicks. No worries! The story just gets interesting from here!

So what will she do about this situation? Will Stephen come to the rescue? Because obviously he has not shown up now... And what about these "Super heroes?" do they still exist? well, look forward to another chapter update! Like they say in Britain: Cheers and hope you keep reading! REVIEW when you can :)