Superman's Pal,
Daily Planet Photographer and danger-prone '
I'm just that awesome.
[ indie. best to tag hisbestpal. ]
are clark and the new shota gonna kiss
“Mm!” She nodded happily and stepped carefully into the taxi. For most, it’d hard to find somebody who is okay with their significant other being busy so much… but considering his best friend was Kal, he was already used to it. She thought about Power Boy for a moment and how horribly possessive he was… she wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking during that time of her life. Dating somebody like that and running off for a year without word? Okay, let’s not think about that. Not today.
Once Jimmy was seated behind her, she covered her ears hard with her hands in order to not hear where he’d tell the driver to go. She hoped it would work. Her powers always tended to surprise her. Just in case, she busied her thoughts with something else. Streaky. That dumb cat had been getting into her closet lately. Rubbing all over her clothes and getting his fur everywhere. Yeah, focus on that.
But, of course Jimmy was okay with her being busy, he knew the responsibility her and Clark had, witnessing it first hand over and over. The world always came before Jimmy Olsen, and he didn’t really mind, because the world never got to kiss Supergirl in the end. Only he did, and that was always worth it.
He smiled a bit at her covering her ears, and kissed her cheek before whispering to the taxi driver the address a block before, in case her hands failed her, hoping she wouldn’t mind the short walk. He sat back, and they were off, as were the butterflies in his stomach.
She felt the shaking too, and every minute that passed made her wonder a little bit more. Was he sick, or something? Perhaps she’d ask when they got there. She slid her arm down, lacing his shaking fingers in hers, still trying to calm him a little bit. Really, he was so sweet. All that nervousness was what endeared her to him in the first place.
“Are you?” She couldn’t help but tease him a little, which contradicted her desire to calm him. It was second nature. “Me too. We haven’t been on a date in a little while. I’m busy so much. Sorry ‘bout that.”
Jimmy had been waiting for this for a while though, even saving his paychecks for weeks to buy her a ring. He pushed his free hand into his pocket to quickly check if it was still there, and it was.
He squeezed her hand tightly when it laced with his other; it seemed to quell the shaking a bit. “Of course!” he chimed, even if he was nervous, he still really was happy. He pushed the box deeper into his pocket and pulled his hand out again. “We really haven’t, which is why I’m gonna make tonight extra special. It’s okay, I can’t expect you to have free time all the time, y’know?” He opened the taxi door for her.
“Course I made it. And yes.” She bounced on her feet a little bit, taking his arm with hers. Unfortunately for Jimmy, she could feel his heartbeat. The downsides of dating a Kryptonian. But it wouldn’t be the first time his heart sounded like that around her. Admittedly, it was more like this when they first started dating but— it didn’t matter.
She leaned close to him and kissed him quickly on the cheek, deciding to try and distract him from his nervousness with a question. “Where are we going? Or is it a secret?”
JImmy was eased just a tad by her kiss; this was a good idea, and she’s why he was going through with it. He locked the door with his free hand behind them, and set down the staircase with her. Sure, his stomach was churing and his fingers were shaking, but it would all be worth it in the end.
“It’s a secret.” he said, with a bit of a quiver in his voice, though his smile was still wide. “Man, I’m so happy right now…” he laughed nervously, leading her to the sidewalk and hailing them a cab.
It was always pleasant to hear from Jimmy. Not that it didn’t happen frequently— it certainly did— but it never failed to bring a smile to her face. A date! Yes, good. That was even better. It’d take longer than normal to get there, she wasn’t about to fly around Metropolis outside of costume. And she did put forth the effort to look nice. All of that wind would mess up her hair.
She approached his door and rapped at the door with her knuckles. Then she proceeded to tug on the door handle impatiently, like she always did. “I’m heeeere. Open up.”
He practically lept to the door, shoving the box back into the inside pocket of his jacket. He gave his collar and his bowtie one last fix, and then opened the door with a smile as wide as the sun. She was goregous, as always, and it just made Jimmy remember what a lucky guy he was.
“Hey, you made it! So, you ready?” he held out his arm for her, as a gentleman should. He hoped his heart rate wouldn’t give it away, but it was pounding as if it was going to jump straight out of his chest and flee.
Jimmy was nervous, more nervous than he’d ever been in his entire life, and that was saying something. Between fiddling with the velvet box in his pocket and straightening the collar of his dress shirt, nothing could quite ease his nerves about this.
He’d left her a message to meet him at his apartment, and though it was still early, he could only hope she got it. He was going to take her for a real date, to a nice resturaunt… and then… He swallowed hard. He was already freaking out…
I would die in the wilderness.
