I look at the 14th man in as many minutes come up to me, flash his Rollex give me a blinding white grin on his chubby shit eating face and tries to open up conversation with "Superman."

"For the love of, he's not Batman; he's a super powered alien who has bad blood for the man upstairs. I am damn tired of hearing this constant Superman nonsense now leave me alone." I take a second to realize that I want one of these guys to take me home, but I also really don't. "I swear I would much rather hear about hedge funds then one more word about Superman."

Dove takes a sip from her champagne gives me a look, and says "that's Metropolis for you."

"Yeah he's all they talk about these days, no one wants to hear about my hedge funds anymore." says a very male voice behind me and my blood runs cold.

I turn around to see the most handsome bald man I have ever seen. Top 30 Under 30 Lex Luthor, and if anyone can figure out that I super don't belong here and that I was the reason Superman even showed. Ughhh…..

My turn to make a shit eating grin. "Mr. Luthor, I thought you were busy insuring Superman that the bandit/murder/MI6/CIA/whoever didn't break into your building?"

He smiled at me and my heart stopped. "Well after I checked with security and saw that no one broke in anywhere in my building let alone the vents. He left." He found absolutely no humor in me, his eyes were like stagnant dead water. All I did was pique his interest and if I didn't work fast I would just as quickly lose it. (I didn't realize till later that was probably the smart thing)

I have to sell the fact that I don't care cause this has absolutely nothing to do with me. "But I don't really care about that, I want to know about hedge funds, and how Wallstreet keeps saying your stock will plummet any day now."

And as though I had said a magic word I saw a glimmer a sign of life behind the cold deadness that is him. Someone who didn't want to talk about Superman.

"Who even reads Wall Street they've been spouting that for what? Three years now? Pfft. I'd rather take a buzzfeed quiz on what kind of bread I am." I keep eye contact. "I feel like I'm far more informed on the knead to know information."

You would've missed the ripple in his eyes if you weren't watching and you would have definitely missed the flash of the real smile that came of hearing a bad pun. Something I honestly doubt anyone has ever told him to his face in many years.

I let my panic spill out as humor as I tell him more puns finding out that he likes them.

And then I see blush,small and faint but I can see that it's there and I can also feel the embarrassment of what feels like impending doom. I can instantly see he is bringing himself up to say a risky pun. I see him take a gulp weigh his options, because until now I haven't let him get a word in edgewise. "Is that a mirror in your pocket?"

I blush deep scarlet knowing where this is going, but enjoying a man who was once as cold and dead as stagnant water, turn out to be bursting with life just hidden a little beneath the surface. His full radiant smile was so infectious my legs twitched.

He leaned in right by my ear, "Because I can see myself in your pants."

I thought I was blushing, but oh boy when a handsome man like that tells you a line like that no matter how silly it was. You blush. He smells nice. "I know this is your party and you've got to be busy." he stiffens because it really sounds like I'm blowing him off. "But can you make sure to add me to your todo list at the end of the night?"

He steps back looks at me takes my hand and kisses it, then he nods. I can feel the anticipation just radiate off of him.

Once he left I instantly swiveled around to look at Dove who was staring at me. Complete and utter surprise was slapped me across the face. "OH MY GOD!" I whisper yelled to her leaning in freaking out. High on the fact that I snagged the guy every girl in this joint was vying for.

"AHHHH!" she whisper yelled back leaning in too, grabbing hold of my bare hands. I only felt joy through her fingertips and I realized I have a friend for life because oh my god I'm going home with Lex Luthor. Holy shit immunity for everything I'm going back to Gotham in the morning thank the gods I'm going to make it.

oh baby you got what i need, i know you know whats gonna happen next. SEXY TIMES ARE A COMMIN' no one is interested in Lex. sigh, i know someone who is as much as trash will know what i mean when they read this. I know this is for me for me to shake the old cob webs. cause when i write its like my hands themselves are trying to write things that my brain havent even thought of thinking because they move so fast. and i didn't even know i missed writing. I'm not good at it but i like how i write and who is this for but me? because when you realize there is only one person in the world for you is you. first youre sad and deny and laugh with people who wont be there. but who is with you now? who is with you when your in pain? or trying to get you? its just you and you need to come first. its a hard lesson to learn. i still don't like it but this is a long thing no one will read to begin with anyways. ~myname is val