A Superhero Love Story

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Michael realised he was muttering to himself.

‘Let me guess,’ said a tall man in dark glasses. ‘You are…’ He looked Michael up and down, and fingered his tie. Michael wondered if the man was blind, or if the cane and dark glasses were part of a costume.

‘Bruce Wayne,’ he said, helpfully.

‘Bruce Wayne!’ said the man in dark glasses. ‘Of course! How silly of me. The Bat-Man’s alter ego. Not many of your lot around today.’ He extended a hand, and Michael shook it.

‘No,’ agreed Michael. Now that he thought about it, there wasn’t a single other Batman in the room. Michael was about to ask the tall man which superhero he’d come as when Wonder Woman barged through the crowd.

‘Daredevil!’ she shrieked, flinging her arms around the tall man’s neck. ‘Oh my God! You’re back!’ Daredevil, thought Michael. Of course. He remembered now. Blinded in a radioactive accident, developed his remaining four senses to superhero standard, carried a handy multipurpose cane that doubled up as a weapon. His eyes dropped to the tall man’s cane, and up to his girlfriend’s star-spangled bottom – which rested, somewhere around waist height, in the tall man’s hands.

‘Nobody told me!’ said Wonder Woman, planting kisses all over Daredevil’s face and neck. ‘Where are you staying? How long are you here for?’

‘Indefinitely,’ said Daredevil, removing Wonder Woman’s arms from around his neck and releasing her back to the floor. ‘As long as you can put up with me. I sent an email.’

‘I didn’t check,’ said Wonder Woman, suddenly finding a loose thread to occupy her at the hem of her cape. ‘I’ve been busy.’

‘Too busy to check your emails?’ asked Daredevil. Her tiara had slipped sideways and he re-positioned it, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘What kind of busy?’ Wonder Woman held Daredevil’s hand to her lips, and Michael decided that it was time to intervene.

‘She’s been working extra hours for the Christmas shoppers,’ he said. ‘They all want eggnog cappuccinos.’ Both Daredevil and Wonder Woman turned to look at him.

‘Oh,’ said Wonder Woman, ‘Michael. What are you doing here?’

‘Waiting,’ said Michael. ‘I’ve got your drink.’ Michael looked down at his hands, and was surprised to find that her glass wasn’t in them. He thought back over the last couple of minutes, and decided that he’d probably drunk it.

‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I think I’ve put it down somewhere by mistake.’

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