A/N: Yeah I have been inspired by so many awesome Hey Arnold fanfics lately that I figured it was time I actually completed this one. It took so long because I start fics on a whim and once the muse is gone it can take a while to come back. I hope you enjoy...

Disclaimer: I own nothing...doi.

Life and Comics

Helga sighed. As in real life, all the children she had managed to acquire were slowly starting to drain her finances. "Just for the record...I'm not having six children." Helga closed her eyes and opened them up to the highway above her. "I'm traveling the world and achieving great success both in my career and personal life."

Arnold let out a scoff. Helga turned to face him with murder in her eyes and Arnold put up his arms in defense. "Helga! You have the wrong idea. Believe me, I have no doubt you will be wildly successful if you apply half of the passion you have to any pursuit." He hesitated before he added, "But don't you think you'll be a little lonely doing that all by yourself?"

Helga remembered the dream she had had as the president with Arnold as her 'first man' and smiled. She wished she could even try to describe it to Arnold but Helga knew it was beyond insane. "I never said I would be alone, I just said I wasn't having six kids! What about you? Waiting for your 'ever so' sweetheart to sweep you away?" Helga spent the wheel, purposefully avoiding Arnold's frown.

"For your information, the only thing I care about is keeping my grandparents happy in the future. I don't need all that relationship crap till much much later and as for later, I'll find the perfect girl..." Arnold looked like he wanted to add more but instead just moved his game piece.

Suddenly the game wasn't as fun as it had been moments before. With a sigh, Helga laid down on her back. She heard Arnold do the same. After a few minutes of silence, Helga thought she was going to go crazy but she refused to be the one to break the silence.

"It would be easy if life was just a game."

Helga wasn't sure if Arnold was looking for an answer but she figured it was a rhetorical question and kept her lips shut.

"I was hoping someone I knew would walk by when I came outside..." Arnold let his words die off. Internally he added, 'I just didn't realize I wanted to see you until you walked by.' After that the words of his grandfather almost brought a shiver to him. 'We love the crazy ones.'

Helga smiled. She tried to not let the smile show through in her words. "I wanted to meet someone too. That's why I left the house..." She realized she didn't want to finish that sentence so Helga changed it. " I can't believe the electricity is still out. I hope it's back on tomorrow. My phone is going to die soon if I don't charge it."

Arnold didn't have a reply for her, so he just let himself bask in the moment. He had never had a girl up on the roof alone and he realized it was truly a place for bonding. He almost hated to admit it to himself, but Helga was the perfect person for the mood the night had put him in. She was being oddly cooperative but he knew she would just scoff at him when they saw each other again. He didn't want that to happen, but he had no idea how to prevent it. No matter how close they had gotten over the years, there were some things that still stayed the same.

Helga could almost hear the gears moving in Arnold's head. She wished for what seemed the hundredth time, that she could read that little Football head of his. But would she really want to know? She knew Arnold would be surprised if he could read her thoughts. Before she could stop herself she asked, "What you thinking about?" Helga mentally slapped herself, 'God, that sounds so girly!'

Arnold propped himself onto one elbow and held his head up with his hand. "Huh?" He was feeling less than articulate; the question had truly shocked him. Helga, asking about his thoughts? Feelings?

She propped herself up on the opposite elbow and faced her Football headed love god. "I mean you have a pretty oddly shaped head on your shoulders. I'm not sure if that's the reason, but you come up with some pretty wild daydreams. I was just wondering what looking up at the night sky makes you think of."

Arnold was at a loss for words. Not because she was right, but because at that moment he had been thinking about her...and that was the last thing he wanted to admit too. Sweeping the area around him for ideas, Arnold's eyes laid on the Batman comic. Bingo.

"I was thinking about Batman."

Helga cocked her head. "Really?"

Arnold cleared his throat and sat up. "Of course! What superhero lives for the night? I mean he is a bat." He hoped it didn't sound as lack luster to her as it did to him.

Helga also sat up. "So does that mean Batman is your favorite? I always pegged you for a Superman type of guy."

Arnold almost asked Helga 'why?' but he already knew. "Ha-ha. I know. I'm a goody goody and so I'm Superman. Well, than I suppose that makes you Lois Lane."

They both just stared at each other. After a moment Helga gulped. "And might I ask why...?"

Arnold interrupted her in his effort to cover his blunder. "Because your noisy and pushy and always want your way. Not because Superman and Lois were..." Arnold's eyes got big. "What superhero are you?"

Helga tried to clear her flustered mind. "Superhero? Um...I suppose Iron man."

Now that caught Arnold's attention. "Um, why are you a man?"

Helga rolled her eyes. "Last time I checked hair boy gender doesn't matter. Plus you asked superhero that would make me a man. Anyway, I would be Iron man, because I'm rough around the edges, a genius and full of myself, for good reason." Helga couldn't help but add, "Plus you're a Pepper if I ever saw one."

Arnold huffed. "Fine. If you could be a superheroine who would you be?"

This took considerably more thought on her part. "Ummm...I suppose Wonder Woman."

Arnold took a moment to imagine Helga in that nice small tight fighting outfit...with a whip. He felt a little hot around the collar. While they were still far from being adults, Helga certainly had more of a figure than she did when she was nine.

Helga sighed. "Not because I particularly like Wonder Woman but because I really don't know of many super girls and I hate the fact that many are just accessories for superguys..."

Arnold laughed, typical Helga answer.

Suddenly Arnold had to squint his eyes. The sun was beginning to rise.