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they’d been taking things slow since she’d recently gotten out of a serious relationship, and they were both busy all the time.
    Though she would age, get sick, and die while he’d always stay young, he found her irresistible. He’d had several fulfilling relationships with regular girls that he had genuinely cared about and learned a lot from. Just because they could only have a few brief years together before they noticed that he wasn’t aging and had to vanish on them didn’t make it a waste of time.
    Plus, regular girls were less maintenance than super-powered ones, and they at least couldn’t bother him day and night, even when he was off superheroing. Worst of all, when superwomen wanted a commitment, they wanted an eternal one, and that scared even the mighty Hyperman.
    Besides, Lindsey was special. Her wit and looks actually had Hyperman wishing they could have decades together. However, he realized that was just his infatuation talking and that they still had a ways to go in getting to know each other. They’d have to take things one day at a time and figure out their relationship as it developed. In the meantime, Hyperman simply enjoyed spending time with her.
    At the diner, they took a small booth near the window that peered out onto the busy, bustling street. Cars and bikes whisked by. Skyscrapers glinted in the fading sun and dim shadows flitted across the chalky sidewalk.
    She wore a sharp brown leather coat over a regal blue blouse and sandy-brown cargo pants. Short, dyed reddish-brown hair tousled up on her small almond-shaped head. Her thin, gentle, swan-like body begged to be caressed. She smelled of roses, and her creamy mocha skin shone with a healthy aura (something Hyperman could actually see). He had on a silver and blue striped shirt and a new black jean jacket with matching pants. Due to vibrating his molecules, he also looked smaller, shorter, and more average than he did when out superheroing.
    Lounging back on his seat cushion, he struck a relaxed pose. She sipped from a glass of foggy-yellow lemonade. Inside her gym bag, her ice skates bunched together with a change of clothing, a trashy romance novel, and a chocolate bar. Hyperman hadn’t been able to resist peering inside with his hyper-vision.
    She nibbled on a couple of egg rolls. A thick, steaming sauce coated lumps of chicken, broccoli, and rice on his plate. He mixed it all together and forked it up into his mouth. The smell and taste made him almost wish he actually got hungry and could really enjoy this. Instead, as always, he put on a show.
    With a sly grin, Lindsey cracked open a fortune cookie and read from the slip of paper.
    “ Keep up with your friends.”
    “ Here’s to that,” Cal said, clinking his overly sugared iced tea against her lemonade. The fortune had struck a cord with him.
    He needed to catch up with the super-fast Whorl (literally). Despite the two of them possessing hyper-speed, their lives often kept them too busy even for a little chat. He hadn’t talked with Nightshadow in a while either. That whole Death Reaper fiasco had shaken Night up badly, and true to form, he hadn’t wanted to open up about it. Instead, as always, he buried himself in his work.
    Even now, using his hyper-vision, Hyperman saw Nightshadow moping around in one of his sewer lairs, studying a murder case’s details on his supercomputer. Mystery solving always seemed to make him feel better, and Hyperman knew Night liked working alone best, so he left him to it. Whenever Night wanted to talk, he’d be there. If he needed help, then Hyperman would zip by, even if it hurt Night’s pride to not be able to do everything himself.
    Still, the Death Reaper thing gnawed at Hyperman too. Even with his hyper-powers, he hadn’t been able to find the Death Reaper and those children. He’d have given anything to help them. He couldn’t even find any of these other supposed reaper children Night mentioned. Of course, he’d never stop