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Fuck, that's all I gotta say.

Kayla isn't the brunette's name, her name is Brittany, I was talking to my friend though when I was typing this, so I placed Kayla instead. Her name is Brittany, not Kayla.

So, let me start.

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Title: The Hero Hater And Hero Talk

"Cosgrove, you have nothing on her?"

"Nothing at all, Freakazoid. Why do you care about this Freakazette so much, anyway?"

The older male questioned, the same bored, usual look on his features as he watched in Freakazoid in slight concern. Freakazoid sat across the table from the police officer, fingers tracing along the side of his coffee cup, a sigh escaping his lips. Cosgrove had noticed over the past couple of days that Freakazoid had never been himself sense that day Freakazette had taken him away from the fight scene with Queen Cobra and Cave Guy.

"Ever sense I first meet her, she was just so… Star-like."

"…Star-like?"

"Yeah, I mean, I know Steff isn't the one for Dexter, and me. We both have to think about each other in this situation, and even though Dexter had a crush on Steff, I didn't. I also won't have a crush on her. I looked at the stars every night, wishing for a girl that could be for both Dexter and I, not a girl just for him or a girl just for me."

The older man nodded, taking a sip from his coffee as he watched the pair of jade black eyes glisten in joy, opening his mouth to speak again.

"Freakazette though, I could feel a strong connection with her, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. She knew how I felt like being a hero, I knew how she felt like being a hero, and we both could feel each other, like we were one. I know Dexter felt something, and if I just get to know her true identity, maybe then I… We've found the girl of our dreams."

"There's just one thing, Freakazoid."

"Yeah?"

"How are you going to figure out who she is?"

"…I don't know…"

With that, the superhero slammed his head on the table, almost knocking the glass of coffee over on himself. The older male just smirked, a very little, unnoticeable smirk, but smirked, indeed. He felt sorry for his close friend, but knew that both Dexter and Freakazoid would find a girl, if it was Steff or not.

"Would you like any more water?"

Freakazoid lifted his head off the table, looking over his shoulder, arm resting on the back of the booth, as his eyes caught sight of a female figure. Golden blonde waves went over her shoulders, a tight, button-up white shirt on her skinny body, a black skirt that went to the middle of her thighs hugging her hips. The waitress stood there before a man called Emmitt Nervend, hand holding a pad of paper and her other pale hand brushed through her lovely hair.

It was one of Dexter's new, close friends, Samantha.

"…Need any more water?"

Emmitt only sat there, grinning madly, never blinking.

"…I'm going to take that as a 'no'…"

With a shrug, she left his table, the male only still sitting there, never blinking, and he never stopped grinning, either.

'She must be a waitress here.'

'…She looks fantastic in her work outfit.'

'Bah! She's still a hero hater!'

'She protected you from being dissed by Melissa, but she's still a hero hater?"

Freakazoid never replied back to Dexter, who stood there in his brain, arms crossed over his scrawny chest. The male watched with curious eyes at every step she took, not noticing that the female was coming over to their both, only taking in the sight of her body.

'…She does look good…'

"You boys need anything?"

Freakazoid looked up at her face, raising en eyebrow at the pair of sunglasses on her face, hiding her eyes. All of her friends hid their eyes; their fashion seasons were so weird. Cosgrove smiled to himself, Freakazoid only staring at the girl, never noticing that she asked a question.

"I'm fine; I had my eggs and hash. You need anything, Freakazoid?"

"Uhh…"

He mumbled, idiotically, blinking a few times before realizing that her head was turned to him, a soft smile on her pale features. He didn't want anything, and he knew it, but he also didn't want her to leave. Even though he still held a great hatred over her for what she had said about Freakazette, Dexter didn't want her to leave. Ever sense the two of them had started talking more and more these past days, the computer teen had wanted to be with her even more.

"Yeah, can you get cheesy fries?"

"Coming right up, sir."

And she strolled away from him, hair blowing behind her as her smooth legs took her away from Dexter and him, not even acknowledging the fact that he was a hero. The older male stood up from the booth, fixing his hat as he looked back towards Freakazoid, nodding his head.

"I'm gonna head out, Freakazoid."

"What, why?"

That's when Cosgrove gave a slight smile that Freakazoid could even tell was a smile.

"I can tell you want to be left alone with her, so I'll see you later."

As Cosgrove walked towards the door, Emmitt fallowed behind him, as though he was the officer's personal stalker, still grinning. Freakazoid sat there in silence for a few minutes, staring at the empty seat where his friend had sat, repeating the words over in his mind. He wasn't doing this for himself; he was doing this for Dexter, he liked the girl.

'Don't lie to yourself; this is for both of us.'

Dexter spoke up from the inside of his brain, typing on a computer in the freak's mind, smirking as his finger moved wildly over the keys on the keyboard. Freakazoid snarled on the outside, teeth baring as he would have snapped something at Dexter, out loud, if it wasn't for the fact a basket full of cheesy fries was slid in front of him.

"Call me if you need anything else."

She was about to stroll away, until the blue hand cupped her smaller, pale hand.

"Hey, can you sit with me and talk? My friend just left me…"

His words slowly stopped, scrunching his face up as an angered look crossed his features, not saying anything. Sam watched in shock as he slammed a fist on the table, standing up in the back of the café, no other customers in the café but him.

"He left just so I could pay mine and his bill!"

The waitress giggled, pushing the hero back into his seat with a small push from her hand, grinning down at him.

"Relax, Freakazoid, I wasn't even going to give you a bill, anyway. Your pay is saving lives, I believe I can spare you a bill. Sure, I'll sit with you; the other workers are out at Pizza Plaza, going to the bathroom."

"Bathroom?"

She took a seat in front of him, her elbow resting on the table as her left cheek was resting on her hand, nodding at him.

"Yeah, our bathroom here smells like poo gas."

"Ew…"

"Totally."

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what?"

He moved in his seat, muscles rippling through the tight suit on his body, eyes narrowing towards the ground.

"How can you just sit there and not even acknowledge that I'm a superhero, Samantha? I have hundreds of people who scream my name, hug me, and even throw their underwear at me! You just sit there, like I'm one of your old friends."

"You're a regular person like me, if you want to believe that or not, Freakazoid. Besides, I've also met… How do you know my name?"

"…Your name tag?"

Freakazoid wanted to smack himself on the forehead after saying that. There was no name tag on her chest, and after he said those words she gave him a confused look, leaning back. She crossed her arms over her chest, the same thing Dexter did inside his brain, as she passed him an amused look.

"You can't tell anyone, but I know your buddy, Dexter."

"You know Dexter?"

"Yeah, I always have to save his life, we've become close friends. He… Talks about you, told me what you looked liked and how you sounded, he's crazy about you."

"…Really?"

"Oh, yeah! And I mean crazy!"

The male superhero grinned at her, nodding his head as he shrugged, innocently, at her soft expression. On the inside, though, Dexter was shouting at the male superhero, asking him fifty questions at once.

'What are you doing?! Do you even know what you're doing?! Why are you doing this?!'

'I'm starting a conversation, I know what I'm doing, I'm doing this for you, and stop acting like a baby.'

"He's a fantastic guy, one of the most intelligent males I've ever met."

"What else about him?"

"Oh, you know; this and that."

"Oh… I know."

They both shared a laugh, both of them now eating the cheesy fries, talking away like old friends that had just seen each other after a few years. Samantha shared stories of the secret, crazy stunts she did in back in Arizona, while Freakazoid shared stories of wild times he had in battle. He talked about his friends and foes, while Sam had spoke of her own enemies and friends. They were so caught up in each other stories that they hadn't even realized an hour and half had passed.

"Then there's the Lobe, oh man! His low self-esteem drives me crazy! He's all like, 'I'm gonna take over the world with my huge brain and make-up a plan that Freakazoid can't ruin'! Then all I have to say is four words and suddenly his perfect plan is ruined! It drives me bonkers!"

The two shared a laugh again, the basket pushed off to the side of the table, both staring at each other in amusement. Freakazoid let the warm feeling wash over his body, feeling content in a long time, leaning over towards her on his elbows. She copied his movements, eyeing him back as they both smirked at each other.

"I know why Dexter likes you so much, you're fantastic."

He grinned at her, giving her his usual, superhero wink.

"Everyone likes me, duh."

As those words left her lips smoothly, coolly, a frown went over her features, silence filling the room between them. Rosezanna, a round, small woman who was the owner of the café, looked towards the two figures, raising an eyebrow. It was the first time the two of them had been silent in an hour and a half, she was the only worker who didn't leave to go to the bathroom. She hadn't spoken a word to Sam at the fact that she wasn't doing her job, she worked harder than most, and it was five in the morning, who was going to come in here at this time?

And hey, when is it everyday you get to have a conversation with Freakazoid?

"I have to go."

"…What? Huh? Where are you going?!"

Freakazoid called out as the golden blonde female bolted towards the door, leaving faster than the eye could fallow as Freakazoid stood there in his booth, alone. His eyes looked towards Rosezanna, passing her a confused look, while she only grinned at him, shrugging her shoulders as she cleaned the counter with a rag.

"She does that all the time, she always remembers she has to do something."

"What the heck does she do?"

"I can't tell you, really, she just has things to do."

"And you just let her go like that?!"

"Yup."

Was all the older woman replied, watching in amusement as the male slumped his wide, muscular shoulders after her words, lips going to the side of his face. That's when he heard a female scream, piercing through the night, looking for someone to rescue her from danger. He never said as word as he ran out of the café, leaving the older woman behind to mumble to herself…

"If you can leave places like that for your reasons, she can, too."

…

(Downtown, a minute later)

…

"I'll save you, miss!"

The male superhero cried as he watched the woman being thrown in the air by a large, silver robot, not even noticing who was in the robot. He ran under the spot where the woman should have been, arms stretched out, waiting for her to land. After a few seconds of no screaming and a female not landing in his arms, his eyes glanced up at the sky, mouth falling open at the sight.

"I have you, miss."

Freakazette said, flying down towards the top of one of the buildings, placing the woman down on the flooring under them. In fear, the woman said nothing, only running to the other side of the building, never glancing back at her. The female hero didn't notice the large, metallic hand coming towards her body, capturing her in its robotic grip. A cry left her lips, flexing her arms to try to get out of the robot's grip, only becoming unsuccessful, though.

"Freakazoid! It's fantastic to see you, again! What plans I have for you!"

The Lobe cried out from inside the robot, his body was resting inside the robot's head, no windows or anything of that sort around his body to protect him. Freakazette raised an eyebrow at him, making eye contact with the villain as a mocking laugh left her lips, rolling her beautiful, emerald eyes.

"You need glasses, sir."

That's when Lobe blinked a couple of times, realizing that the figure being held by his robot was not Freakazoid, or a male, but a female named Freakazette.

"You're not Freakazoid…"

"Hi-ya, Lobe!"

A girly scream left the brain man, looking towards his side to see Freakazoid standing there, waving madly. The villain hadn't even noticed that Freakazoid had been standing there the whole time. The Lobe looked towards Freakazette, then Freakazoid, and then he repeated the action a couple of times before keeping his eyes on Freakazoid.

"Why, hello, Freakazoid. I didn't know you had a girlfriend, she's very lovely. I thought you were dating a girl named Stephanie."

"Naw, I broke-up with Steff a few days ago, she didn't like me for me. And that girl your holding isn't my girlfriend, she would never go out with me."

"You've never asked, I might go out with you if you ask!"

The girl called out towards them, giving up on trying to get out of the robot's grip as her eyes locked with the other hero's eyes, smirking. Both Freakazoid and Lobe passed each other a raised eyebrow, grinning madly as Freakazoid looked back towards the female being held.

"That's Freakazette by the way."

"Oh, is she your partner, then?"

Both heroes only looked back at each other, until the male hero let the smile cross his features, looking back at the villain, who was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, we're partners."

"That's wonderful!"

"Anyway, what's your plan this time, Lobe?"

"This one is a great plan, Freakazoid! I was going to capture you and keep you locked away in a prison in Germany, and then I was going to unleash these rabid dogs to attack everyone here in Washington!"

"Then what?"

All eyes looked towards Freakazette, who was still in the air; her head tilted sideways, waiting for an answer. The Lobe looked at Freakazoid, who had shrugged his shoulders, then back at Freakazette.

"Then what, what?"

"After that, what would you do?"

"I haven't gotten that far…"

"Maybe you should go back home and finish your plan, then."

"I will! Thank you for all your help, Freakazette!"

With that, he pushed a button, the robot letting the female out of his grip…

Into Freakazoid's grasp.

"Wha… How did you do that? You were up there, now you're here, on the ground…"

"I'm Freakazoid, that's why."

Both of the heroes watched as the Lobe left with his robot, strolling down the street towards his lair, leaving the two freaks behind, alone. She never tried to get out of Freakazoid's grasp, looking up at him with a smirk, eyes dancing in slight mockery, but mostly happiness.

'Samantha may look great, but Freakazette is freakalicious.'

'Whatever, I just have better taste then you.'

"So, about that date…"

"Hmm… I never remember you asking me to go out on a date."

That when she pushed herself out of his warm, muscular arms, getting back on ground. She looked back at him, winking before strolling away, Freakazoid following right by her side, like a puppy. Her arms were crossed over her chest, trying to look serious, even though a grin wanted to break out over her blue features.

"Then, how about a date?"

"I'll think about it."

"…Have you thought about it, yet?"

"Nope."

With that simple answer, she turned her head back towards him, a stern, cold look on her features, making his heart freeze in an instant heart-beat. The female leaned against one of the walls on the buildings, staring at Freakazoid straight in the eyes, opening her mouth to start talking…

"Do you know about the new villain on the block?"

"…New villain?"

That's when the female sighed, loudly, nodding her head at him, emerald eyes narrowing from his sight.

"Yeah, two new villains, to be correct. One calls himself 'Doctor Power' while his partner is called 'Firefly'. Firefly, clearly by her name, can fly and do all sort of fire tricks, including throwing fireballs."

"How do you know that?"

"I had to find out the hard way when you weren't there. I can't tell you anything about Doctor Power; his sidekick was fighting me while he stole some sort of mineral at a gem store. I believe he stole over a ton of some sort of mineral called 'Graphite', I can't tell you why."

"He wants to trap us."

A surprised looked went over her blue features, her companion standing in front of her with his dark blue, muscular arms across his chest, shaking his head.

"How do you know?"

"If he gets Graphite and connects negative ions with the mineral, he could very well trap us in… Well; anything he pleased to trap us in."

His voice was dripping with rage as the words left his lips, leaning by her side against the wall, letting his arms drop to his sides. They both stayed in silence until the female smacked herself on the forehead, pushing herself off the wall with her arms. She took a slight step forward, and without even thinking Freakazoid captured her hand in his, the electricity passing from his body into her own body.

For a few seconds, it was like they were in total bliss, the best few seconds of his life.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"The Sun is coming up, and I have to get ready for something."

"What do you have to get ready for?"

She grinned shrugging her shoulders, innocently, at him.

"Oh, this and that."

"Can we at least meet again, not in a fight or anything like that, though?"

Freakazette turned all the way towards him, slipping her hand from his grasp, watching in slight amusement as a frown crossed his features. She took a step towards him, leaning against his chest as she placed a gloved hand on his shoulder, looking up at him with perfect emerald eyes.

"Where and what time?"

"Today… O-or rather, tonight, or maybe this afternoon… Uhh…"

A slight scarlet blush went over his cheeks, clearly nervous as the female superhero held back a giggle, hand on her mouth.

'Damnit, I was never this nervous with Steff, help me, Dexter!'

'I can't help you! I would have fainted by now!'

"How about tonight about eight? There's a café by here that we can relax at, the manger loves me and no one will both us there. It's called 'Mimi's Midnight Café'."

"Uh, cool. Yeah, see you tonight."

"Bye, Freakazoid."

She let the tips of her fingers trace the line on his chin before turning away, strolling away from him, the first rays of the Sun glistening on her smooth, beautiful body. Unknown to himself, he had reached a hand out towards the area where she once was, calling out her name. She stopped, turning towards him with those questioning, lovely emerald eyes.

"…Are we together?"

"Only if you'll be my Superman."

He grinned, madly, nodding his head, dumbly, at her as his jade black eyes locked with her eyes.

"Then I'll see you later, sweet-heart."

And then she was gone from his sight, just like that. The male superhero stood there, dumbly with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. He started numbly walking back towards his house, knowing that he, or rather Dexter, needed to get ready for school that was coming up.

'She called me 'sweet-heart'…'

'I hate to burst your bubble…'

'Yeah, but…'

'We don't even know her that well! She could be a villain for all we know!'

'Stop being such a baby, she's our friend, she's my partner! Besides, you're just jealousy that I have a girlfriend and you don't!'

That's when it finally had hit him, he had a girlfriend, and Dexter didn't. Freakazoid had broken-up with Steff just because she was dating him just for him, not for Dexter. And now he was doing it again to the poor computer teen, only with Freakazette this time.

'Dexter, I'm so sorry… I didn't realize…'

'Ah, it's cool. Maybe if we knew her true identity, maybe then I could love her the same way you do. It's just… I just can't trust her right now.'

'We'll find out who she truly is, I promise on my life.'

…To Be Continued…

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Yup, that's it. Er… Whatever.

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