The wind up here is cold. It's freezing actually. Me and Hawk have decided that we meet at midnight on Tuesday's and Thursday's at the CN tower just to chat. it will probably improve our teamwork.

"Hello." I hear from behind me.

"Hey squawk." I say

"So what do you wanna talk about." He said and sat down beside me.

"I dunno, let's just make sure it's not awkward small talk." I say.

"Yup, lovely weather we're having." He says.

"Really? I just asked we don't have weird small talk." I explain,

"I'm, kidding." He says,

"So how's that snapchat thing going?" I ask,

"Harder then I expected actually, I was thinking we could take a picture here and there after fights but we usually have to go." He says.

"Well maybe instead of having a social media run by us we could have someone else do it, or give different resources material." I say.

"Yeah, but I thought we could do it, we would be the only Hero's world wide who have social media run by us, I thought it would be cool for the fans." Hawk sighs.

"Yeah I guess I would totally love it if ladybug had instagram or something." I say.

"Exactly! It would be content direct from the source!" He says.

"But there is that blog, have you seen it?" I ask

"Yeah I think so, the one that takes the crazy pictures."

"Yes, that one, so even if you can't get that snapchat thing going the fans still have that." I say

"Yeah," he says half heartedly.

"I don't really want to give it up though, I like interacting with the fans." He says.

"Okay." I reply

"Hey, can I take a picture of you, for snapchat?" He continues. "I mean, if I wanna keep it up o gotta keep sputing out content."

"Yeah, sure." I say. He pulls out a black Samsung phone and I smile lightly and make the peace sign. I hear the camera shutter and put down my hand.

"K, thanks." He says while smiling.

He kept grinning like an idiot for a few more minutes before I broke the silence.

"So umm, how old are you?" I ask

He looks up and puts his phone away.

"15,You?" He asks

"I'm 15 today actually." I say.

"Oh, so it's your birthday." He said grinning.

"Yeah."

"December 14th, I'll have to remember that." He says.

"Just so it's even, when's your birthday?" I ask.

"Uh, September 23." He replies.

"You should have told me it was your birthday earlier, I would have got you something." He says

"Oh, you don't have to get me anything." I say.

"Of course I do! We're partners!." He says dramatically.

"No, you really don't."

"No! Say no more, on Thursday I will come bearing gifts." Hey says

"What no!" I explain.

"Nope, to late now." He says and jumps off the building.

"You get back here." I say and jump after him. I have my slingshot attached to the tall stick thing on top of the tower. My slingshot stretches at I fall. Hawk fly's at my falling pace until we reach the ground.

"Do you wear jewelry?" He ask smirking.

"I don't want anything."

"To bad." He says and tugs on my arm holding the slingshot. The sudden movement sends sends me flying. One second I was on the ground now I'm shooting towards the sky. I land (not very gracefully) on the other side of the city. Great now I have a long way to go to get home.

I get home at 2:00am, well guess who's sleeping through math again. I de-transform and give Hersh some coli flower. I don't even get under the covers, I just pass out. I dream about buying new shoes, I bet it means I'm going to get eaten by a marshmallow.

-meanwhile-

Under a pond on the outskirts of town. A man with a small obsession with frogs, lurks planing his next attack.

"Love, joy, why should anyone be able to feel it." He spat.

"I just want the would to feel terror!" He shouted at a nearby frog. "And those, freaks, they think they can stop ME!" He shouted. "Those costume wearing freaks may be able to stop the terror temporary, but it will always come seeping back." He said to his reflection.

He picked up a large mutated frog he called his friend.

"Ah, Mr. Pickles, do you know my plan?" He asked.

CROAK

"Well, maybe a refresher."

"You see, Mr. Pickles, when the world has lost all joy, I will swoop in and sell joy. They will pay what ever I ask and I will be rich." He chuckled.

Croak

"Yes. Mr. Pickles there are easier ways to become rich." He rolled his eyes.

"But, I can change my mind last minute and act as a superhero cleansing the would of terror."

Croak

"You know what Mr. Pickles, I don't think your being very supportive."

Croak

"IT IS NOT A 'Shit plan'!" He shouted.

"Mr. Pickles! Your in a time out!"

"Go to your corner!" He said while pointing to a wall.

"Stupid Mr. Pickles, not believing in me." He whispered under his breath.

-Authors Note-

I hope this makes up for that last chapter. I would like to thank littlebunnyfufu13

for suggesting this. I had so much fun writing it. I'm always open for suggestions :)

Have a miraculous day.