You moved from Gotham to Metropolis after hearing how it's safer over there. Yeah, safer my ass. They love to tell you how much lower the crime rates are, but they forget to mention how the alien heros also attract aliens who definitely do not wanna be heros. You're almost missing the simplicity of getting robbed at night and watching Robin knock the culprit out before swinging off. You've always had bad luck with this stuff. Getting mugged, getting chased down by some freak clown gang, somehow walking into a bank that is actively getting robbed. It's only a miracle you've lived this long thanks to the bat folks. But now you're the super's problem. Specifically, Superboy's problem after he's already gotten into the cycle of saving you. Not that you're complaining that it's him. He's cute, and he always finds a way to make you laugh as if you didn't almost become alien food.

How many alien species even are there? Why can't you walk your way to college in peace for once? You duck down to the ground instinctively when a loud bang comes from the center of all the chaos. You weren't paying attention when pieces of the building near you of started breaking off. You're snatched up and brought up into the air in a bridal hold right before a wall of concrete has the chance to crush you.

"Gotcha, babe! That was a close one, huh?"