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,,According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a man should be able to fly. It has no wings to get its muscular sexy body off the ground. The man, of course, flies anyways. Because men don't care what humans think is impossible.“
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No bird nor a plane soared the clear skies. It was indeed, a man. a SUPER man. Groups of men and people gathered to look a this magnificent sight. However, it was not this sight that was most surprising to you. No, your attention shifted to a bright neon sign on skyscraper, spelling out M E T R O P O L I S . That‘s weird. You don‘t live in Metropolis. You don‘t live near Metropolis. Actually you‘re pretty sure Metropolis only exist in DC universe- a popular comic book, game and movie franchise, who‘s fanfiction you‘re oh so regularly indulge in. So seeing bright red letters proclaiming this city indeed be one from the DC universe IS weird. Whats weirder though, is that those letters are at your eye level.
Why? Well, its because, hanging mid air right across them, tied up by some cartoonishly dressed person in spandex as well mind you, it is hard to not notice the red signs.
This... can‘t be happening?....Can it?
The world began to spun. You just regained your consciousness and yet you feel like you‘re going to pass out soon. Amongst the dizziness the memories of past few days begun flash in your mind.
Just two days ago, everything was fine. You were out with friends, drinking, celebrating your birthday. You remember the flavorful taste of the mexican food you had with the refreshing margaritas on the side, you could feel the breeze of the wind from when your squad went from bar to bar getting beer and cocktails, and laughing at stupid dad jokes. Maybe u had one to many when it happened. As you were crossing the street, a white truck suddenly appeared. And then...
Only one thought rang in your head.
,,DID I GET FUCKING ISEKAI‘D BY A TRUCK-KUN?!“
i regretfully have to inform you that you did. You did get issekai‘d. Your friends have been left traumatized btw...
Well shit.
Of course, having been a fan of transmigration genre, you did have thought how it would play out if you reincarnated into another world. However you‘re not a villainess, but you, simply you. Which is fine, except for some reason, you also got into a middle of a hostage situation. Back when you first woke up, you were at a hospital. They explained to you thagt you have been found hit by a truck, and a stranger brought you in. by god knows what luck you didn’t sustained any major injuries, ( well not counting the death in your previous life), just some scrapes and shock. The strange man payed for all of your medical bills. You heard all the nurses fan over over his wide shoulders, and well groomed hair.
-Oh you just had to have been there, he smell so good like musk and mint, and sandalwood” chimed a typical blue eyed blonde, clearly single, girl, whose name card read ,,MARY”.
- I never, thought i will see a day when i’ve met him, wait till my husband hears about THIS, his going to flip out” said another.
From the looks of it, you have been saved by quite a good samaritan. Definitely had a name around here. You thought you might hear the name whispered if it was a celebrity or so, but nobody slipped Nurses and doctors aid it would be a HIPPA violation tai say it, and other patients didn’t seem to know or see to much, so maybe the man was only a urban legend amongst the staff. Nevermind that, cuz you were discharged very soon after. Your next stop was the bank cuz surprisingly your wallet came with you, so you needed to check if theres a possibility you have usable cash. You did need to find a place too sleep at least for one night. And all the ,, M‘s“ in various signs made you thing that you were in Manhattan rather than the city you currently are in. So off to the bank you went hopping that your mastercard still had at leasssssst some euros left, and exchange rate o the sings all over seemed fine. You almost had your turn as a group of masked people came in shouting ,, THIS IS A ROBBERY”
as soon as those words have been spoken by eughhh hmm interestingly dressed man ( seriously, knhaki green and neon orange cheath print spandex that showed ALL the curves, like wear a dance belt dude, i you have one gun don’t show of your mini pistol Jesus, with Adler Sander sizes red shirt, and typical rober mask, a scene brooke out that could be described as straight from a cartoon.
A man in blue spandex suit (what with all the spandex brother euuugh is like 27C today, you gotta be sweaty) and a red cape, flew in, yes, you read right FLEW IN, did a hilarious superman pose loudly saying STOP RIGHT THERE.
Wait…. THATS IS FUCKING SUPERMAN WAIT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK BLET?
while you was having this realization, mister super, rounded up three out of 5 in the group. The leather and their main sidekick tried to put out a reasonable fight, or more like avoided being captured. Those two seem to have surprising agility and springiness, and various gadgets to help them jump around the main hall. All the people either have run away during the commotion or hid behind the metal benches. You were one of them, as you suddenly felt being, LIFTED UP?
-BEWARE THIS IS MY LEVIANATOR 6523 JUMBO: screamed the Doctor Doofenshmirtz wannabe. You were levitated up with few fellow bank goeers making up a human shield.
-Put. Them. Down.,superman said in Superman in strick voice. The seriousness started you a little. Guess al the faste paced action didn't really set in till now. Okay. You're getting kidnapped. You can feel the ropes slither amongs your body, tying you up, contstricting you. Must be one of the gadget's.
Suddenly you're lifted up high high up, right on the banks roof.
Honey to lazy to write battle sequy somey something they fight and now you're only one hanging mid air Infront the red letter spelling Metropolis”
-Put them down!!, said Super man. His strong voice brings you reassurance. And make you kinda horny tho.
-Hehehehhe NEVER, said the spandex villian. A bit cocky from him, not noticing a dark figure standing behind him on the roof.
With one sfit hit with a batwing shaped trowing knife he has been cut down. Witb taht you feel your boddt falling fast, nervous butterflies in your stomach.
And just before you hit the pavement, strong arms catched you and put you donw.
GROUND SWEET GROUND.
-Are you okay?! , said mister Super.
-Yeahh i am fineeee...“You trail out as you feel light headed.. Passing out? Again!? Wait.... when was the last time....
Strong arms catch you (again ) as soon as your legs begin to give out.
-You‘re not fine, whats wrong!?
-Sugar....
-What?..
-Low.. sugar...
It was quite a while since you ate, and being a diabetic, that warrants a way bigger emergency than being captured by whatever“ Master Spandex“ of the week.
You heard a low raspy voice said ,,He’s diabetic. We need to give him sugar”.
-The only sugar i need is you Bruce, you said jokingly. Not really the time for jokes but your brain just works like that.
-what . Did. You. Say?!!!
Oh shit. You shouldn't know that Batman was Bruce Wayne but here you are, clearly recognize the true identity of the figure in dark clothes.
-ohh shit.. ehh. Nothing. I . Said i jeed sugar.
-no. I heard you., he exchanged a warning look with Superman.
-Whatty, pssss jooo, i totally don't know what you're talking about, you said a syou wobbled your step. Both of them reached out to hold you. The silent looks between two tall men said ,,we need to take care about this situation first”.
-Let’s get him to headquarters first, then we can adress the whole situation. Said the superman
-No, h knows something.
- We can question him later!
Oh they are arguing like old couple
-Not to interupt your lovers quarrel, but
-LOVERS?!
-LOVERS?!!!! Proclaimed both of them simultaneously.
-Yeah, Bruce, Clark, iskd superbat whatever, I'm going to pass out soon so.. can you please…
You have been dizzy all dya and with the nausea and general ickyness and tiredness of whole day hit you like that white truck..
-Justice league, wa sthe final words you heard before passing out. Again