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Christian agreed to Pit's plans for the day, nodding his approval, "Sounds good." He said, ignoring the look Pit's brothers gave them when Pit had mentioned wanting to do something again and soon. Any plan Pit had come up with would have been a good plan as far as Christian was concerned. Finishing up his breakfast, Christian followed Pit back to his room.

Christian grabbed a quick shower before getting dressed. As he dressed, he could feel Pit's gaze boring into him, "“You’re gonna burn a hole in my clothes if you keep staring at me like that.”

"That's really more your thing," Pit answered as Christian pulled his t-shirt down. He felt Pit standing behind him shortly before kissing his neck, "“Next time this is mine," Pit said, slapping his ass.

Christian bit his lip, "We'll see about that," he turned against Pit to face him, brushing his lips against Pit, grinning at the effect he had on Pit.

As they headed to Christian's house, Christian linked his fingers through Pit's, feeling more at ease than he had for a long time. “So in light of the revelations over the last couple of days, I feel compelled to ask you this one more time; not in a note, but in my own voice. Christian, will you be my date to the Valentines Day dance? If we have to leave early due to super stuff, that’s fine, but I really would love to go with you and have a real date. I don’t care if it ends in us kicking some villain’s ass as long as I get this one when we’re done.” Pit grabbed his ass again.

Christian laughed and batted his hand away, "Someone's frisky today," He captured Pit's hand in his own, "But yes, I will go the dance with you. And if you're good, you get my ass."

“So where should we be looking for a base? It’s just too dangerous to be going to and from our own houses; we could easily be followed, our families’ lives could be in danger and all the cool super heroes in the comics get their own secret bases why shouldn't we?” Pit asked as Christian opened the front door to his house.

"What like Batman and the Bat Cave?" Christian asked, letting Pit in, pointing upstairs, "Hey Mom! We're back!" Christian called, not altogether sure if they were actually in the house. The absent reply told him they were either in bed or had already left for the day. Shrugging to himself, Christian followed Pit upstairs, "Because if you mean like Batman, then I am totally Batman, which makes you Robin for the time being," Christian dumped his bag on his bed and sat down on the edge. His costume, sans his mask, was folded in the middle of his bed. That reminded him, "I need to get a new mask. Niru cracked mine to shit," He said, "Might change the mask actually, y'know, considering how hot I am and all that," He smirked at Pit, "Blessed with good looks, might as well let the world see some of them."

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April rolled out of bed, her head pounding from the beating she had taken the previous day. She checked her face for any visible bruising. There was a small lump on her forehead, but she could explain that one away easily. Everything else was pretty much fine. As she dressed, she remembered the kid who had interrupted. Scab. Kid was a good fighter, she thought. Admittedly, he was more of a street fighter than she was, but a good fighter was a good fighter. A team up might be good for them.

Whatever might be good for the Supers of the city, right now April needed to get herself into gear. She had a few lectures today that she needed to turn up for on account of the fact she was teaching them. Checking that she didn't look too professorial, April grabbed her bag and headed out to the university. Her route took her past the local high school which had a countdown to the Valentine's Dance. It was a few days out. Obviously no one maintained it over the weekend. Her memories of the high school were pleasant enough, apart from the few people who objected to smart people, but she never let them bother her.

She skipped up the stairs of the campus building into the lecture theatre. Her class was beginning to trickle in, mostly in groups of two and three. She was a few minutes early so she busied herself setting up her equipment. She always felt nervous standing up here, like she was an impostor. She was less than ten years older than her youngest students, and these students were in their senior year, so she was maybe five years older than they were. It wasn't worth getting her started on her post-graduates class. She checked her watch and decided it was time to start. She tapped the microphone to get the young adults' attention, "Good morning class."