Beneath The Cape

POV: Blaze Trix

"I love you," I smile, pressing a soft kiss against Milo's forehead. His giggles and laughter fill my ears. "You're too cute for this earth," I whisper, nuzzling my face into his warm neck. He smirks at me, giving me a small pat on the head in an affectionate, loving sort of way.

"I'm too cute? Well have you looked in a mirror recently?" He remarks, grinning proudly.

"Yes I have my love, except you weren't standing next to me," He lets out a loud laugh, lightly punching me on the shoulder.

"You're so corny,"

"And yet you still plan to marry me," I smirk, pressing my forehead against his.

"And yet I still plan to marry you," he repeats, placing his lips on mine for a short moment. And for a short moment, everything in the world is perfect. And then he, quite rudely, removes his lips from mine and gives me another pat on the head. "Hurry up or you'll be late,"

"Yes, yes, I'm hurrying," I throw my coat on over my shoulders and quickly kiss Milo on the cheek before I hurriedly exit the house and make it towards the train station.

I still remember the days when I could roam the streets freely, when I could walk around and do what I please and be with whomever I wanted to be with. But that wasn't the case these days. It hadn't been the case for a number of years now. The city had changed, had grown. What I had grown up with was long gone by now. The city was developing and it was getting harder and harder to catch up with it.

I let out a deep sigh as I sit on the train, the usual sound of morning chatter filling my ears. A soft quite distant chatter, where you can slightly pick up on others conversations if you truly try hard enough.

"Yes, I told you I had three,"

"And then I told her she was completely and utterly wrong,"

"Turns out, she SLEPT with him! Can you believe it?"

"Yeah we broke up, I'm better off without him,"

I slowly munch on the plain bagel Milo chucked at me as I was leaving. He's a bit of a baker, loves to do it- but will never do anything with it. Except let me eat it of course. And for now, I was more than happy to be a little selfish and have all his baked treats all to myself.

Eventually, I lug myself off the train and head towards my building. I hate work, honestly with a passion. The day drags on, and I answer at least 400 phone calls, create 3 websites and fix over a thousand security tech breaches. An ordinary, but boring, day.

As I exit work, at exactly 6:55pm, I spot something fly above my head and knock me over. A bellowed laugh, echoes around and I let out a low growl getting to my feet. Of course, Logan Cromwell, the worlds largest flying douche bag. Ah, I mean 'hero'. I have never met a man whom I wanted to bash in the face with a brick more than this man. I watch him smirk at me, and even throw a wink towards my directions- making some of the people around me let out a scream and reach towards him. I scoff and hurry with more urgency to the train stations just to get away from him. But of course, my luck seems to have run dry because guess who lands right in front of me, blocking my entrance, and escape, to the train station. Logan smirks at me, brushing aside some of his hair and leaning towards me. I glare at him sharply, my mind begging me to punch him straight in the face.

"Hi, Darling," He says, his voice silky and almost seductive.

"Fuck. Off." I spit, brushing past him. He grabs ahold of my shoulder and practically French dips me, leaning his lips near my ear.

"Never darling," I shove him back and hurry down the staircase and onto my train.

I lean my head back against the window as the train begins to move and I begin the hour long ride home. Finally, I arrive home and rush inside- slamming the door shut and bolting it. This startles poor Milo who was taking a nap on the couch, and I let out a small hiss at my loudness.

"Sorry my love," I whisper, making my way over to him and placing a kiss on his forehead. He blinks groggily and smiles up at me through sleepy eyes. I brush aside some of his brown hair and kiss his adorable nose as he snuggles up to my chest, falling asleep once more. I gently rub his back a few times, sitting on the arm of the couch as he clings to me.

After around half an hour, I unravel his arms from my waist and scoop him up into my arms. He lets out a sleepy sound as I carry him over to bed. Tossing aside the covers, I place him down on the bed, slowly lowering his head onto the pillow before pulling the covers up and over him. He lets out a little sigh, smiling in his sleep. I walk over to the wardrobe, changing out of my suit and tie and into my boxers and shorts. I hear Milo grumble in his sleep as his hand reaches out to search for me. I chuckle lightly to myself before crawling into the bed next to him, and allowing him to grab onto me and wrap himself around me so he can stay nice and close through the night. I don't think I'll ever love anyone more than I love Milo.

Waking up with him curled up into me, already brightens my day. I cuddle my face into the top of his head and he lets out a sleepy grumble- before kissing my chest softly. I've learnt that in his sleep language, this means 'please don't leave me'. I gently run my fingertips along his spine, tracing it softly to keep him in his slumber. We stay like this a long time. I love days off.

Sadly, the sound of an emergency broadcast blasting through the TV wakes both of us up fully. I gently place my hands over Milo’s ears, silently suggesting he continue sleeping. He softly shakes his head, signaling he’s awake for the day which makes me sigh deeply. I stalk over to the TV snatching up the remote to turn it off, but for some reason it catches my attention.

“We are just getting intel that Logan Cromwell has stopped a bank robbery and will be rewarded the money that has been stolen for all his good deeds! Which comes to a total of- ...Are you sure? Is this correct? Well folks, a total of 3 billion dollars has been awarded to Mr Logan Cromwell, the hero of our city, for bringing peace and justice to these dark times.” the reporter says. I let out an angry scream throwing the remote at the TV. Milo emerges from our bedroom and quietly turns the tv off before gently wrapping his arms around my neck to snap me back to reality. He places a single kiss on my nose, which I return by kissing him on the lips and cupping his face. I can feel the smile on his lips, even against my own, and gently tug him up so I’m holding him with his legs wrapped around my waist.

As he’s giggling and pulling himself close to me, there’s an abrupt knock at the door. I groan, gently setting Milo to his feet and walking towards the door. It knocks again.

“Coming, coming, hold your horses,” I swing open the door and my brows furrow. I glance down the apartment hallway back and forth and spot no one. I step out of the room for a short moment.

Seconds later I collapse to the floor.