The aroma of rosemary filled the apartment, a savory perfume turning the otherwise drab living conditions into a five-star restaurant for a moment. As he adjusted the temperature on the stove, Dave made sure to stir the contents of the saucepan. This was the part of the recipe that had the greatest potential to go awry, mostly because of his lack of attention. Deciding that the sauce was adequately prepared, Dave removed it from heat and resumed tidying the room.
Unlike most guys in their twenties, Dave liked to keep his flat clean when he could, rejecting the standard idea of a bachelor pad and embracing an air of class not usually afforded by those in his cohort. But then, so few could actually be classed with Dave. He really was in a different league than the other guys who occupied the floors beneath him. Dave was a superhero.
He possessed a unique set of abilities that allowed him to stand against the tide of injustice in the world and make his mark on humanity. He had been genetically blessed, so it was his responsibility to use that blessing to help the world. Or at least that was the way he chose to see it as he carried empty glasses from the coffee table to the kitchen sink.
In passing, he focused his retinas, changing his irises from blue to brilliant green. Instantly the room appeared completely differently as he saw the way the world looked behind the scenes. The inner workings of the clock were revealed to him as well as the contents of the refrigerator. Scanning the inside-out room, he finally settled on his prize: the oven. Two chicken breasts were inside cooking evenly. Satisfied that his meal was coming along nicely, Dave allowed his vision to return to normal, the room settling into place once again.
This was but one of the many abilities Dave's talented eyes could produce. His powers ranged from x-ray to infrared to laser and everything in between. Normally Dave used his powers to defend those in need, but on his evenings off he figured, Why not?
That was often his mentality - as long as he used his powers for the good of all, who cares if he also used them for his own fun? This had been a problem in his adolescence as one might imagine. As if being a teenager was not hard enough, life handed him secret powers and an appetite for thrill to boot. But he could hardly complain, the powers he possessed gave his life meaning and purpose and he never lost sight of that.
As he finished replacing the trash bag, Dave heard a soft thump behind him in the direction of the balcony. He did not need super vision to know who he would see when he turned around. He made a point of keeping his back to her as he spoke.
"You know, I do have a front door." Dave kept his voice even until the end, when a smile found its way onto his face revealing his mirth.
"Oh, but you know how I desire a dramatic entrance. What's the point of being able to fly if I walk through the door like a normal person?" At this Dave turned to face the sudden visitor to his flat. She leaned against the frame of the door leading to the balcony, her appearance the very essence of dramatic. Her body was adorned by a skintight suit of black with violet accents, limbs capped by leather gloves and boots. Her look was completed by windswept hair and smeared mascara, indication that her day was more eventful than his.
"Dear Genevieve, the mere fact that you can walk through a door makes you as abnormal as they come." She huffed at his retort, her visage a perfect reflection of insouciance, though he knew she liked the little game they played.
"Yes, well at least I use my powers for the good of all," she said, unknowingly quoting his thoughts from earlier, "while you're here playing house." While her statement had started with a roll of her eyes, the quip ended in a pointed grin, hoping to exhort a rise out of him. In spite of himself, Dave felt the need to throw something back.
"Well what are you doing here anyway?" It was a lame shot, especially punctuated by the slight smile adorning his face. Jenny continued on as if she had won that round of bantering, and Dave made a mental note to even the score.
"I just got done freeing a few demolition workers from a collapsing building and I had attracted quite a crowd." She paused a moment to flip her hair with an air of bravado. "I didn't want to show the direction of my place by flying there, so I picked yours."
"You know my place is supposed to be a secret too, right?"
"Oh yes, because the great Lazure has so many adoring fans he needs to hide from." Apparently Jenny was feeling particularly feisty this evening and was trying to bait any response she could out of William. Unfortunately, he found himself playing right into her hand.
"You think Willow Wisp is so much more loved than I am? Just because you put on a show with every endeavor doesn't mean you are doing more for them. The Gazette actually published an article this week saying that my ultraviolet vision was doing more to put an end to repeat offenders than any current technology. The mayor is considering making me an honorary member of the police force." Jenny could see that she might have pushed a little too hard. The male ego could be so easily bruised, after all. Without missing a beat, she changed moods entirely.
"And I am very proud of you for that. You've been working really hard lately." She smiled and then made a big show of sniffing the air as she walked further into the room. "What's that delicious smell? A new recipe?" Dave cringed inwardly as he recognized the need for her abrupt change. Rather than try to backpedal, he allowed her to steer the flow of conversation.
"Actually it is. Today I was on the balcony and I noticed a handwritten note on the counter of L'adore Du Vie." Dave said, referencing a restaurant three blocks down. "It had very easy to follow instructions, so I decided to give it a whirl." He smiled, and Jenny noticed his former mirth returning.
"Great, I'd love to try it." The petite heroine closed the distance to the stove and tasted the sauce. Dave had often wondered how practical such a restricting suit could be, but as she leaned over to prevent making a mess of the stovetop he retracted the objection, and not for the first time. He decided to renew the banter to set Jenny at ease.
"And what makes you think you're invited to dinner, since you arrived unannounced?" She paused from blowing on the wooden spoon to glance over her shoulder.
"So you're telling me that if I open this oven I will find one, not two chicken breasts baking?" In the silence that followed, Jenny became more confident in her guess and smiled. "Wonderful! In that case I would like the smaller of the two and the sauce on the side, please." Dave sighed as he reflected on the revised standings: Genevieve two, Dave zero.
"But as you finish dinner and set the table, I would like to shower and change. Are my spare clothes in my drawer?" As she asked this, she took a few steps closer to Dave and batted her blue eyes.
"Yes," Dave sighed, "washed and folded."
"Perfect! By the way, I think I'll just crash here tonight. After dinner I'll be too tired for the flight home and I always sleep better here anyways. That okay?"
"Mmhmm." That was all Dave could manage in the face of her brash personality and vibrant eyes. Sometimes he wondered if she did not also possess super vision of some sort. Pleased that she had gotten her way so effectively, Jenny made her way over to the bathroom. She walked right through the door as if it were not an obstacle to be considered, then a moment later her head appeared poking through.
"And don't let me catch those green eyes of yours on this door." She chided playfully. Dave laughed as he thought of the dozens of times she had caught him staring before.