You knew Jordan’s PR situation was a disaster when they asked you to be their fake date for the fundraising gala. Sure they were upset when their ranking dropped to number five, but you didn’t realize they were this desperate. 

Unfortunately being top heroes is more than forensic and combat, it’s about playing the social game — something they’re terrible at. 

Which is why you are here, standing in the middle of the most exclusive event in Jordan’s arms. Their grip on your waist is firm as they guide you through the crowd, their perfect smile plastered on their face for the cameras. You can feel the heat of their body against yours, the faint scent of their cologne mingling with the floral arrangements in the room. It is all so calculated, so..Jordan.

“Can you please stop moving?” They murmur next to your ear, their breath warm against your skin as they squeeze your hip like a stress ball.