… Yes Ma’Am…

“Yes, Ma’am…”

“What was that John? I thought you wanted a chance to take me to dinner? Addressing me like an old Lady isn’t going to do that.”

“Oh! uh, I am sorry? Victoria?” You threw it out there in the hopes to start making amends. The mere idea of her dating anyone let alone a superhero was foreign to your vocabular, but you were abundantly willing to learn a new dialect.

“Better, but again… Make Helen happy. Owl out.”

Silence between Liberteen and you was deafening. You could hear your heart pumping your blood and a ringing in your ears.

“Do you even want me?” The cracking voice next to you sent alarm bells off in your head. You looked at her crying face and immediately pulled her in and kissed her lips.

Ms. Troi sputtered into your mouth at first but quickly adapted and began reciprocating your interest. It was the quickest way you knew how to correct her misconception.

The idea that Liberteen was afraid that you wouldn’t want her was flabbergasting to you. You had never met a woman so unsure of her own drop-dead gorgeous beauty.

Known as a ladies’ man around the league, your typical type of woman was actually a lot closer to Lady Owl than Liberteen. You had no idea that you had a fetish for young, humble, & demure super fangirls. Of course, Liberteen had the looks to make anyone develop a new fetish.