It's a bird...it's a plane...no it's Super Joey

It stretched before him, a sea of fluffy white. He loved the clouds, love being up where he could skim his hand through them as he went. His cape flapped madly in the slip stream his body created and he felt at peace with himself. Then the signal on his belt went off. He sighed and began his decent into the city below. It was a marvel of human technology. People whirred and whizzed about in things that flew and zoomed above the ground. Not as high as he could go, but it was much faster than the road travel these people had given up just a decade ago.

He pulled his wrist up to check where the signal had come from...a jewelry store on 10th street. He maneuvered through the buildings, until he could land on the pavement outside the store. Inside a ma held a woman to his chest, a gun pointed at her head. Behind the counter a weeping woman shoved diamonds into a black back. Joey studied the situation for a moment, and sighed. It was Her, it was always Her. Did the bad guys follow Her around and only attack when She was in the store, train, cab, bank?

He took a deep breath and pulled on the gifts his forefathers had given him and found himself standing in the jewelry store with the girl in his arms and the bad guy laid out on the floor.


"Oh, Joey, you saved me!"

She swooned in his arms, her big brown eyes staring up at him. He leaned down to kiss her, just like always and the color hit him...brown. Since when were her eyes brown?

He sat up in bed with a start rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Why in the hell was he having that dream? He thought he was finally rid of it. It weirded him out that his subconscious fancied him a super hero. He was anything but. Sighing softly he rose and moved into the bathroom of his suite. Yeah he was going to have to remedy that lie to Wren, should she ever asked to see his home. Not that he'd be able to bring her here. And since when did he want to bring his boss to his home?

Wren had upset his life just a little. Wow he was going for understatement of the century on that one. He wondered if he needed to rethink his work with her. Shaking his head he stepped into the scalding spray of the shower. He could see no need for that, he liked the arrangement they had, and she was making it incredibly easy to take time off for the time of the
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He cleansed himself as he analyzed the dream he'd just had. The Woman's eyes had been blue. They had always bee a bright watery blue, and he poked at the significance of that. It dawned on him that the dream had come back when he'd met Wren's friends, and the little Ana had had big brown eyes. Well that would just have to be something left to his dreams. The last thing he needed was the complication of a woman. There had always been a willing body around when he needed to fill that urge, so there was not now, nor would there ever be a need for a permanent woman in his life. And he intended to keep it that way...maybe.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped from the shower and toweled off. He dress in his standard uniform of paint spattered jeans and faded t-shirt, with an unbuttoned flannel over it, in difference to the weather. He tucked wallet and other pocket necessities where they belonged and pulled his wool lined coat from the hook by the door. Keys in hand he headed to the black jeep that he'd called his own for nearly ten years now. It was beat to hell, but it had taken him all across these great United States.

He let speed and rough driving take the edge off his unease as he made his way from the Den to the Studio.