Reality And Romance

Libby took this opportunity to run over to him and lay a kick straight to his groin, knocking him on the floor. By the time he was on the floor, Andrew had appeared. He leaped onto the muggers back, wrestling him and pinning his arms behind his head.
“The police are on their way,” he growled, yanking off his mask. The mugger was a pathetic specimen really, sallow pale skin that seemed stretched too tight over his bones, and blood shot eyes. Andrew hadn’t had any experience with drugs, but he recognized a junkie when he saw one. Despite himself, he felt a small stab of empathy, and loosened his grip a small amount. Not enough that the man could get free, but enough that he wasn’t hurting him quite as much.

“How’s the kid?” He called over to Libby.

“I think he’s fine,” she called back. She was knelt next to him, holding him while he sobbed. “Scared but unharmed.”

“Who are you?” The boy asked, his eyes wide, as Libby cloaked a protective arm around him.

“My name is Libby,” she tried to speak as calmly as possible, although she was still shaking from the incident.

“Thank you Libby,” He said as his tears started to subside a little. “You know I never thought they actually existed.”

“What existed?”

“Superheroes, I mean I got saved by a real life superhero. That sh*t’s crazy.” His tears cleared a little bit as she held him.

“Oh I’m not…” Libby stopped and peered down at herself. She was wearing a superhero costume. For a moment, despite the horrific circumstances she felt a small swell of pride. For the first time since wearing it, she had finally lived up to the promise of the words on the back. This image was slightly cut short as she noticed that unfortunately the front of her skirt was bunched into her thong. Hastily Libby pulled it free. Skirt in thong aside, she was proud. She had made a difference.

A couple of minutes passed until finally they heard the sirens and the police arrived. Two cops stepped out of the car and onto the scene. The first cop was black, relatively short, but with a muscular physique. The second was taller, stringier, with red hair and a freckled face.

“I’m sorry you two,” The redheaded, quite obviously Irish, policeman said. “But I’m going to need you to take the masks off and get some identity off you for a witness testimony.”

“Oh fu*k.” Andrew cursed. “Officer, if there is any way…”

“Look, you’ve done a good thing helping this lad out, but we need a witness testimony. This isn’t Batman, we won’t hold your costumes against you.”

“It’s not…it’s….” He looked towards Libby pleadingly.

Libby sighed. The anonymity of the relationship had been fun, but she really cared about Andrew, and if that meant going on the show, she was willing to put up with it. It’s not like she had much choice at this point.

Libby looked over to Andrew and he nodded sadly. Slowly, she removed the mask she wore around her eyes. “My name is Liberty Belle.”

“You’re real name, not your superhero name.”

Andrew chuckled as Libby felt herself go red.

“Liberty Belle is my real name. My purse is on the roof. There’s ID in there…”

“What were you guys doing on the roof?” Asked the black cop, and Libby heard Andrew stifle a laugh. The cop narrowed his eyes towards Andrew’s crotch, the fly of his pants still undone. “Perhaps I could just assume you two were engaged in some heavy superhero work, eh?”

Now it was Andrew’s turn to go red. Libby stuck her tongue out at him.

“We’re going to see your ID as well.”

“Alright,” Andrew said with a sigh, removing his mask, and reaching into his bag. “I’m sorry Libby.”

“Andrew Thompson?” One of the cops said in surprise, as the other cop gave him a surprised glance.

“You know this guy?” The other asked.
“Yea, my wife watches the show all the time. From what I’ve heard you’re quite the dreamboat,” he said with a sly smirk. “Don’t worry, rescuing a kid from a mugging can’t harm your publicity, I’m sure.”

“Let’s hope not,” he sighed, and gave Libby one last wistful look.