When I opened my eyes red filled my vision. I was extremely confused because the last thing I remember was I fell asleep in the ice. Gently sitting up, I realized I was still naked but a couple of Superman's capes were covering a bed beneath me and a couple of his capes were covering me as well. I didn't feel as hot as I was so I took that as a good sign. I wondered if I was better?
"Oh good. You're awake. Don't be mad I brought you here but your body was cooling down so I thought I could bring you back inside. Look Jo, I said I was sorry and I want to talk to you about everything but you are my first priority and I need to make sure you're okay and stable before we say anything. Can I check you out?" I nodded my head weakly and he came over to the bed and sat next to me. He put his hand to my forehead and didn't pull away immediately.
"You're temperature is probably around 110 degrees. And for some reason I don't think that will come down anymore. I took a look at your cells and I can't really explain what I saw. Your individual cells have a harder, more rigid cell wall but they are still able to go through Mitosis. Your skin is harder, a lot harder actually and I wanted to see how tough it is."
"What? You want me to be your punching bag or something? I feel like a lab rat." He looked at me in horror.
"Jo I was just suggesting you get back on the scanner!"
"Let's figure this out the easy way. Give me a knife Clark." He just shook his head, obviously not going to give into my demands. I pushed him aside and strode out of the room naked. I was just about to get to the kitchen when I heard voices. I immediately stilled and hid against the wall. I peeked my head around the corner and found Wonder Woman and Batman leaning against the counter casually talking. Are you freaking kidding me?
"Sounds like she's up. Jovilette?" Wonder Woman's voice carried through the rooms and I was freaking out. I was completely naked and about to see two of the world's greatest heroes in all my glory. Oh no, I can't do this. I was about to turn around when Clark held out a woman's dress for me to slip on. I snagged it out of his grip and hurriedly put it on. I wasn't going to ask where he got this. Satisfied all my parts were covered I sauntered into the room with fake confidence.
"Um, hi." Wonder Woman was beautiful. My stomach lurched at the thought of her working with Clark. How was anyone supposed to compete with this beauty? Her long muscular legs were tan and exotic and her beautiful black hair was never out of place. Not to mention she had the curves of a goddess. Why hadn't I been dumped yet?
"Batman and I just came by to make sure you're okay. It means a lot to me to finally meet you. Superman never stops talking about you." She pulled me into a warm embrace and I hesitantly hugged her back. He talks about me? To this woman?
"Oh well it's nice to finally meet you too. I wish I could say he talked about you, either of you, but I had no idea until the attack." The sourness on my face must have shown because Wonder Woman took my hand again and sent a glance over my shoulder to Superman.
"Honey, you have to know why he did it. He wanted to protect you. You mean a lot to him and he didn't want to lose you." She smiled at me warmly.
"Are you ready to go Batman?" Diana turned around to walk with the mysterious figure out the door and I am no lesbian but man that woman has an ass. I wondered if she was dating Batman. Probably not, he was too dark for a woman like her.
"Are they dating?" I turned around to Superman and he just raised his eyebrows.
"Uh, no. She's actually dating Steve Trevor. He's an important military figure and she has known him since she arrived to the United States. Batman is with Catwoman. I probably shouldn't have told you that but I suppose I should start trusting you with this information." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"Are we doing this now?" My voice was timid and I didn't want this to end. I was just starting to see a future with Clark Kent and something inside me was telling me that it was going to be ripped away from me.
"I guess. How should I start?" I looked into his blue eyes, which now looked regretful, and I was saddened.
"Well I know that you're from a planet Krypton? Your parents sent you away before the planet died? That's pretty much all I know. I don't read that much about Superman, err, you."
"Well that's correct. I was found when I was just a couple weeks old and Martha and Jonathan Kent found me in a spaceship. They adopted me and never told a soul about how they found me. I come from a planet called Krypton. My Kryptonian name is Kal-El. I came from the house of El. My birth parents were Lara Van-El and Jor-El. Jor-El was a scientist and predicted the planet's downfall and no one believed him. He was able to create a ship for me and sent me here so I could have a life. I didn't start having powers until I was about five. I started getting my super speed at about that time and by the age of 20 I had my supervision, flight, speed, strength, and my freeze breath by then. I didn't want to just sit and watch tragedies happen all around me as I stood by and watched like someone who couldn't do something. So I made sure Clark Kent didn't stand out so I could come out to the world as Superman. That's just the extremely brief version of my life."
"So let me get this straight you're just as much Clark Kent as Superman? How does that even happen? Who else knows you're Clark?"
"My parents, some people in the Justice League, and my old high school sweetheart Lana Lang. Those are the only other people that know besides you."
I clutched my hands into fists and took deep breaths. This was too overwhelming. This was every girl's dream wasn't it, to be ecstatic that THE Superman was their boyfriend? So why wasn't I feeling anything other than dread?
"Please say something. Mind reading is not one of my super powers." He begged me. He looked like a man in despair.
"I just, I'm at a loss for words. What does this mean for me? Am I going to be mind-wiped to forget you were Superman? What about Clark Kent? How does this change with him?" My throat was closing up on me and I couldn't breathe. My vision was turning black and I clawed at my throat in desperation to get some air. Superman was at my side in an instant sitting me on the ground putting my head in between my knees. My vision slowly came back to me and I gasped for air when I could breathe again. My hands were shaking and tears were falling down my cheeks. Superman had his hand on my back and was gently rubbing it.
"What's going to happen to me? Clark I love you. This is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I can't lose you. Please, I'll take any secrets you tell me to the grave. Give me a chance." I started sobbing and I put my face in my hands. I had never felt so vulnerable in my entire life. Clark scooped me up and cradled me to his chest. He clutched me like I was his last breath.
"Jovilette, no matter what you think, no matter what anyone tells you, I do love you." I smiled gently up at him for resorting to a Once Upon a Time quote. "I told Batman this a while ago but being with you is like a breath of fresh air. You keep me on my toes and I never laugh more than when I'm with you. I love the way you love animals and are so passionate about your work. You make me feel normal. You keep me in check and I absolutely love that you love Clark more than Superman. You're not superficial like a lot of the women out there. I have never felt like this with anyone else in my entire life and I don't want to let it go either. I trust you with everything I tell you. The only reason I didn't tell you, like Wonder Woman said, was to protect you. I couldn't let anyone hurt you because they would suspect Superman would be with you. Unfortunately, Darkseid did find you and is smarter than a lot of the other criminals on the Earth. This was exactly why I didn't want to let you in. Even Superman can be scared Jo. You have to believe me." His cerulean eyes were tinged with regret and hope at the same time. I reached up and gently touched his face. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He pulled his face back immediately and looked at me in awe.
"What?"
"I can feel it when you kiss me now."
"You couldn't feel it before!?"
"Not really. But the raised temperature makes me feel it a lot more now." He dipped his head and kissed me again. I opened my mouth eagerly for him and he took full advantage. He groaned when our tongues met. I bet this feels so much better now that he can feel me. After a couple minutes he pulled away again. I frowned.
"Quit doing that." He laughed gently.
"I can't get too caught up in the moment." He sadly stated.
"Why can't we make love?" I had to know. It was long overdue and I was done with being patient.
"Let's just say that I can't lose myself in you. It would hurt you an incredible amount."
"So we'll never be able to do that?" A relationship without sex was just what I didn't need.
"There are certain things that we could do so that I could be able to love you. But it's going to take a while."
"Too bad I didn't get super strength. Wait, we never figured out how much I could take. Now I need to get that knife." I crawled out of his lap and sauntered over to the kitchen.
"Jo I seriously don't like this idea. Let's try something else." He requested.
"Knock it off Clark, I'll be fine." I picked up a giant butcher knife and pressed the pointy end to the inside of my wrist. But, nothing happened. I pressed down a little harder. Nothing happened. I picked it up and pretended to slam it into my wrist and screamed out loud. Clark blurred over to me and his face was a state of shock. I just started laughing.
"You're ridiculous. This isn't funny Jo. I'm going to have a heart attack."
"Trust me." I pressed the tip of the blade into my skin as hard as I could but nothing happened. I actually did slam it into my wrist but nada. It actually ended up breaking the knife. It seemed as though my skin was imperishable. I gave a short laugh but then proceeded to freak out. I was no longer normal. Not that I ever was to begin with but this was a major freak flag I was about to fly.
"Clark try and test my skin strength." He looked at me questioningly but hesitantly did so. He scraped his fingernail across my skin and frowned when nothing happened. It didn't even look scratched.
Okay so I have a prewritten chapter full of smut but I was just curious if this story even needs it. Please review or message me if you think it should be added or message and review if you think it doesn't. Either way that is going to be up to you readers. I'll give it a week for responses, if I don't get any suggestions I won't post it. Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following!