Chapter 1

"It's another beautiful day in Metropolis thanks to Superman and the Justice League after they defeated cybernetic robots, which closely resembled so called parademons, throughout three major cities of the United States. Gotham, Metropolis, and New York. From what has been reported Cyborg was able-"

James "Jimmy" Olsen muted the television as he walked to his kitchen going straight for the fridge and pulling out the last two sodas. He looked inside his fridge seeing how bare it was and realized he had to go shopping again. James took the sodas and walked back to the living room. A simple couch with a coffee table directly in front followed by a 32 inch television on a tv stand sat opposite of the couch. Pictures of various superheroes strung around his apartment from Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and even Booster Gold. Photos placed throughout the apartment always made him feel inspiration for his next shot.

"To bad Superman was on the other side of the city when that all went down," Olsen said as he opened his laptop and connected his camera. Over the next few hours Olsen began cataloguing his pictures from those he would give to Perry, some he would sell to an art gallery, and the rest he organized between heroes, villains, and collateral damage. "I wish I could expand on the location. Always Metropolis, it's the only stories I can get. If I had enough money I'd travel to every major city. Maybe expand on-"

A loud crashing sound could be heard overhead as it seemed to continue after a slight pause, as though the sound was crashing from floor to floor. Grabbing his laptop and camera, Olsen moved hoping he was out of the line of fire. As he backed away there was a great thud as part of the ceiling cracked above. Olsen let out a deep breath as he stared at the ceiling, "I really thought the water damage was gonna be-"

The ceiling gave in as wood, insulation, plywood, and a body landed in the middle of James living room. Looking from the debris onto the floor and up to the hole in his ceiling he began to realize how happy he was to have the "Super Insurance." He stood looking at the giant hole and then moved closer to the person on the floor. If it really was a person. Clinging on to his equipment James moved closer. The dust slowly cleared as James heart skipped a beat. A person laid on the floor more closely resembling a giant bug. Four large wings were exposed in awkward positions that Olsen had to double check where he took his next step. A slim figure with a clear bosom showing that person was a clear woman. Her body was red and white, but from Olsen could see she either was one of the robots the Justice League were fighting, he looked up staring at the television. The news showed a quick picture of the robots, black and green, and no wings.

"Well that might be a good thing," Olsen looked from the television to the floor and then back again. "With everything that goes on I can't just assume they're good. I don't know if they're evil either, but I can't take the chance."

Olsen set his laptop and camera on the nearest table. He reached for his realizing that his watch wasn't there, but on the other side of the apartment. In the kitchen. Next to the fridge. "Right, I was going to take a shower."

Olsen moved around the room getting to the other side. Some days seeing a body crash through the ceiling would scare almost anyone. As long as the body wasn't trying to grab at you it would be considered a good day. Making sure to avoid the limbs, and parts that can only be considered giant wings. With every step Olsen looked to the face making sure she didn't stir. That the sounds of the crunching debris doesn't make her jolt upright. Olsen saw two antennas atop the head, they were still. He was starting to worry that maybe they were dead. What if they were a hero? What if they were a dead hero?

"Focus James," Olsen said moving closer to the kitchen. "Think rationally. Get the watch, press the button, then check the body. If I am lucky big blue will be here before I even have to check the body. Even I know the last one is a mistake. A fifty-fifty chance, right?"

Finally making it to the kitchen he set everything on the counter, grabbed the watch and pressed the button. Thirteen seconds. They say a lot can happen in ten seconds. Adding three more seconds must feel slightly longer especially if you're a Flash. For these thirteen seconds Jimmy Olsen just had to survive.

One.

Olsen turned staring at the body as he grabbed his camera.

Two.

The antennas on the helmet twitched. Olsen took the picture.

Three.

The body jumped up quickly scanning the area. Wings spreading as wide as possible, barely able to keep at their fullest due to the apartment space. Her head locked on to Olsen.

Four.

She jumped forward, her back hitting the low ceiling above. Olsen jumped to the side as she fell to the ground.

Five.

Reaching the other side of the apartment jimmy looked out the window. The bug-person turned as she shook her head facing towards him.

Six.

Olsen turned staring at her once again doing the only thing he could think of in that moment and raised his camera.

Seven.

She ran forward aware of the ceiling this time, hands outreached as she lunged towards Jimmy.

Eight.

Olsen took a picture, the flash directly aimed at the helmet. A scream was heard from underneath as her hands raised covering her visor.

Nine.

Olsen moved to the right towards his television. A hand grabbed his left arm.

Ten.

Olsen was thrown to the ground underneath the giant hole. A giant heel at his neck. For a quick moment James wondered why people found this stuff the slightest interesting.

Eleven.

Olsen looked up as she stared down at him. The light shining through he almost thought she was an angel. Likely the lack of oxygen going to his brain. Was that how the body worked? He could tell anyone the various and best shots to take at the right angle with multiple cameras, but he couldn't tell if being choked by a giant foot could cause a lack of oxygen to the brain.

Twelve.

She removed her foot as Olsen began choking, breathing heavily for air. Hands grabbed his collar as he was lifted off the ground.

Thirteen.

She stared at him cocking her head to the side. "Olsen-bug," she whispered.

"I'm going to ask that you put my friend down."

Both Olsen and the bug-person looked to the window as man with a giant "S" on his chest and a red cape blowing behind him looked through. His eyes red, ready to fire lasers directly to the person holding his friend.

"She is coming," as the bug-person dropped Jimmy. "They are coming, Olsen-bug." She fell down passing out on the floor.