School went as it was want to go, your newest thrall settling into her ‘new’ old life as you spent the day with her practically cooing over you in a manner consistent, or at least that you felt would be consistent, with a cape groupie given the chance to be with one of their idols. Really the most depressing part of the day was reluctantly putting up with the fussing, in-between bursts of ‘spontaneous’ kissing, and impromptu cuddling in places ALMOST hidden from the public eye.

…also the few murmurs about your new status of being in an openly gay relationship.

You welcomed them in many ways. They were a way of refocusing the attention which was on you, you’d be a tabloid focus, much like you’d been for much of your life, but with this lovely ‘new’ thing about you, you could redirect the way people paid attention to you.

Though you did have to feel a bit self-conscious about that haircut you’d had just before chasing down the Drug tinker, even as you kept your new convert... Connie, right… you kept for getting her name… Connie, in just the right zone and frame of mind.

You’d personally have preferred her miserably trudging through this ordeal, hating every moment of this vast stew of fucked up which you’ve been cooking, the strange joyous feeling which bubbled up from the pit of your stomach just to know you were the author of such agonies was a bit worrisome, but not overly so… but there were other considerations to take. Namely Dean.