My Story: Chapter 7

Setting: Bat-mobile on the way home from defeating Disney Villians.
Characters: Steve Rodgers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne

Time:11:30 PM

Clark: "This is the ultimate showdown! Good guys, bad guys and explosions! I wonder who will survive, I wonder who it will be. This is the ultimate showdown. The ultimate destiny!"

Bruce: OK that's enough.

Steve: Yeah, seriously.

Clark: Hahaha well you guys are just plain boring then!

Bruce: Or just really tired and sick of that song.

Clark: Whatever. So... Steve?

Steve: Yeah?

Clark: Did you ever work anything with Rachel.

Steve: No. She just wants to be good pals. Guess I just ain't her type.

Clark: I'm sorry man.

Steve: It's all good. What about you Bruce?

Bruce: Well, To be honest been thinking about.... Well Rachel.

Clark: Um.... Ok.

Steve: Go for it. I give you my permission.

Bruce: What? But Steve?

Steve: Its all good. Go ahead. I tried, didn't work out. You've got a shot. Do it.

Bruce: I uh. Don't know.

Steve: This is an order from the Captain!

Bruce: Hahaha well, ok.

Clark: Can we change subjects?

Steve: Yeah go ahead.

What Am I Supposed to Do?

I must be out of my mind.
He was right.
What?
Go out there and rescue the girl
 like I'm some kind of a hero?

From the - from the jaws of death and then the *whole town* will cheer.She already has her knight-in-shining-armor, and it's *not* me!
What am I supposed to do?
He was right about everything...
and I'm *tired* of trying to be something that I'm not.

Smoke.

Wood burning at 2 in the morning.
We laugh and we seem to get younger.
We go back to running up and down ventilation systems.
Back to sleeping in burritos.

Back to when nothing mattered.
To when love was not important and girls were just a pretty sight.
When we could eat more then everyone in the world.

We have changed a little since then.
Marine, college student, salesmen, and senior.
After so much time trying to be people, we just want to be who we were getting there.

Smoke is something that is beautiful.
Something that is who we are and who will always be.

The smell of smoke still lingers on our shoulders.
You can all smell it.

Lock

Sealed off from the world.
As if the ultimate key had kept it hidden.
Shut up tight.

They won't let it out.
I've tried it all.
Drills, explosives, even C4.

Did they forget about me?
She wants me out of here.
Where are the keys?

Help me!
I've been screaming all day.
But the jailer just smiles and laughs.
I take the food he gives me.

SPLAT!
The window is smeared with corn and beans.
Here it comes.
NO! Stop!

It hurts more every time he hits me.
Send me an Angel.
Break me out of this prison.

Give me the keys.
I hate the jailer.
He looks a lot like me.