The "secret" fortress of the league of heroes was a large mansion on the outskirts of town. I stood outside of the gate, shaking my head slowly.

"Seriously?" How had I not found this before? It had a landing pad too small for even a helicopter, a training course and a private plane hanger... all marked with the symbol for the league of heroes.

I sighed loudly, wanting to face palm. Did all super heroes lack common sense? I walked up to the gate, trying to think of a way to break in.

Wait.

I reached out, and with a gentle push the gate to the fortress opened.

It wasn't locked.

"Freaking superheroes." I felt I couldn't complain too much, as it was convenient for me, but when this was all done Ethan and I were going to have a talk about what the word "secret" meant.

I walked in, looking around, trying to find the person who took over my boyfriend's body.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" A young woman ran towards me with a stern expression. She was dressed in normal clothing, but it was easy enough to recognize her. I held up my hands.

"Hey, wait, Cheetah Woman! I work for the league!"

The woman stopped, confused. "You work here?"

"Yes, they hired me..." I looked around. "...to work on the computers."

"Computers?" She was still suspicious.

"Yep, I'm a computer tech person." I forced myself to look confident.

Cheetah Woman hesitated. "How do I know you aren't lying."

I smiled, spreading my hands to either side. "How else would I be here in the secret fortress? And plus, I recognized your identity, right?"

Cheetah Girl was startled, her hand flying to her face as she realized that she wasn't wearing her costume. "Wow, I guess you are one of us!" She smiled at me, and waved me forwards.

"The computers are this way."

I followed her, slightly struggling with the impulse to kick her in the face. Kissing other people's boyfriend's bodies. Who did she think she was? Unfortunately she seemed nice, meaning I had no legitimate reason to vent my jealous rage.

"Here you go!" She let me into a larger room, and then walked away, apparently trusting me without further questions.

There are some serious issues with super heroes' common sense.

Entering what appeared to be a large conference room, I looked around, curious. One wall was lined with computers, and screens, many which seemed to be tracking different things such as weather, police radios, and prison security cameras. A conference table with elaborate chairs dominated the center of the room, with each chair having a different symbol of a superhero. I walked around it slowly, my eyes drawn to the single filled chair in the room.

Justice Man.

He looked surprised at my entry.

"Who are you?"

I smiled. "What a silly question, Justice Man! Is that a way to talk to your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend..." His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked me up and down. I forced a laugh.

"You know... Hannah Graden, investigative journalist, we started dating after you saved my life a thousand times... What, do you have amnesia or something?"

I was counting on the fact that it was publically known that Justice Man had saved my life multiple times on live TV. I saw a light of recognition in his eyes, and he smiled, the unnatural expression making me want to run away. "Sorry, I was just distracted."

"Well, don't be too distracted, because you promised to help me get the scoop on some of your fellow heroes today." I sat down across from him.

"Could we do it some other time? I'm not feeling all that great." He was trying to get rid of me. Amateur.

"We'll just do one then, and THEN I'll leave you alone." Not giving him a chance to argue, I pretended to think it over carefully.

"Let's see... do you think you can get me an interview with the hero Light Bulb?"

BAM!

His cup had fallen to the floor, spilling its contents everywhere. His face was pale, his fists clenched. I hid a smile.

So it was him.

"Why would you want to meet him?" He seemed on edge.

I shrugged. "No reason. I just haven't interviewed him before." I paused, as if lost in thought. "Of course, that's probably because he's so weak and useless that he never actually fights crime."

CRACK. The table was splintering under his grip. I pushed harder.

"The only power he has is flashing a little bit of light. I mean, what's he going to do, slightly flicker at somebody until they surrender?" I laughed. "How pathetic."

He was standing up now, his face red with rage.

" Even his secret identity. 'Jerry the accountant.' So sad. Did you know he's the president of his own fan club?"

"SHUT UP!" Justice Man was shouting, his eyes dark.

I smiled coldly. "What? You don't agree that he's pathetic? Prove me wrong, then. What other powers does he have?"

The man was beyond thinking. "He can do many things! He can control electricity, call down lightning..."

I snorted. "Child's play."

"He can even trade bodies with other people!" Justice Man was shouting, his eyes filled with rage.

"Impossible. That guy's powers are all light based, how would he be able to do something cool like that?" I shrugged. "It's probably fake. I told you, he's worthless."

"STOP SAYING WORTHLESS!"

"How's he doing it then?"

"It's an electric current, that synchronizes with the brainwaves of another person!" He moved around the table, standing only inches away. "See? He's not worthless at all! " Grabbing my shoulders, he shook me back and forth. "SAY I'M NOT WORTHLESS!"

I smiled. "It all makes sense now."

"What?" he seemed startled, as if unsure of how our conversation got so far off course.

"Why you took over Justice Man's body. You hated your identity, hated the fact that no one thought you were cool enough." I glared at him, stepping closer. "You're obsessed with other's opinions of you, and so instead of working hard and building a better reputation through hard work, you decided to steal someone else's identity instead."

"I- I didn't." he shook his head. "You don't' have any proof!"

"By the way, I lied." I grinned. "I'm not Justice Man's girlfriend. But of course if you were the real Justice Man you would know that."

"You're not? I mean..." He looked around frantically, and then paused, his panicked face slowly fading. "You tricked me. Now I can't let you leave."

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to kill me?"

"I have to." He started reaching towards my neck.

"... Amateur." I tased him, watching him flop around on the floor with interest. "Turns out when you're not in your normal body you don't have any resistance to electricity, huh?"

He struggled to stay conscious, glaring at me all the while. "You bitch."

"Oh, save your compliments until the end." I looked in the corner, finding an abandoned tool box, and took out a hammer, grabbing it with a smile. "Now we're going to play a little game."

Sitting down next to his down form, I raised the hammer above his waist.

"It's the 'switch back to your original body or I smash your testicles with a hammer' game."

He turned pale. "You wouldn't dare! It's Justice Man's body!"

"Again, you don't listen well." I shrugged. "Told you I'm not his girlfriend, it doesn't matter to me."

"You're a monster."

"Nope!" I raised the hammer higher. "I'm an investigative reporter. Now, are you going to go, or should I start swinging?"

"..."

----

"I can't believe you almost did that to my body!" Ethan sat across me in the restaurant, crossing his legs in an uncomfortable gesture. I shrugged in response.

"Better than you being controlled by that villain."

"But still!"

"Be grateful, I didn't even have to follow through. He folded before I got a single swing in."

"Does that mean that you would have..." He swallowed, "Never mind, I don't want to know the answer."

I chuckled, leaning forward to grab a slice of pizza, biting into it with relish. "So how does it feel?" I asked between bites.

"How does what feel? Being back in my own body?"

"No, having me know your secret."

"Oh. That." He paused,, showing me a wry grin. "I guess not too different, given that you always knew."

"I repeat. You SERIOUSLY don't even wear a mask! How does anyone not know who you all are yet?!!" I threw my arms into the air as i ranted, before turning my attention back to the pizza. Ethan grinned at my antics.

"But truthfully? I feel a lot better. I was always worried about telling you, about dragging you into my world and putting you in danger." He reached out, grabbing my hand. "But I forgot one thing."

I squeezed his hand, feeling happy. "What's that?"

"My girlfriend is much, MUCH scarier than I am." He shuddered. "In fact, I feel like I should be protecting the super villains of the world from you."

"Good sentiment, but you don't have all your facts straight."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course, Ms. Investigative Reporter. What facts did I get wrong?"

"I'm not your girlfriend."

"What-?"

I held up my hand, silencing him as he saw the ring on it. "I'm your fiancé."

"You... How did you... When...?" He sighed.

"I have my sources."

"Thank god for that." He leaned in, giving me a light kiss.

"HELP! Someone's robbing the national bank!" A loud scream from the street called out, interrupting us. Ethan groaned.

"Just as things were getting good."

I stood up, grabbing my camera. "Let's go, duty calls!"

We left some cash and walked out towards the bank robbery, hand in hand.

It was time to get to work.