Your life was hard. First you had to deal with school, keeping your grades up at Riverdale High while doing a sport, was hard. It was Betty, your girlfriend, who had insisted that you join the cheer team back when you weren’t dating. Then you had to find time to help Betty and Jughead with their schools newspaper, one for Riverdale High, the Blue and Gold and the other for South Side High, the Red and Black. Then it was squeezing in dates with your two partners, single dates were rare but you had to make sure the other got one too, other wise they would bicker that you were playing favorites. So it was mostly group dates at Pop’s or at your house.
Then on top of that, you had to hide your identity. Making sure nothing you did gave away that you were Y/SH/N.
When you met the group of four friends, it was easy. You didn’t have to show them your body, and when you weren’t around, you didn’t get as much questions.
After dating the pair for a few months, the always seemed to have questions. ‘Where you last night you didn’t answer my calls?’ ‘I noticed you weren’t at school today, I just wanted to see whats going on.’ ‘Why are you always so possessive of your glasses?’ They wanted to know everything.
They wanted to know everything about your past, ‘What was your state like?’ ‘Do you ever wanna go back?’ ‘What was school like?’ ‘Did you guys have...’ They even questioned you when you were intimate, all together or not. ‘Why do you have so many bruises?’ ‘Are you Ok?’ ‘Where are they from?’ ‘Is someone beating you up?’ ‘Why haven’t you told any one about these?’
You loved them to death but you could never answer their questions, feeling it might put them in danger. So you lied, making up bullshit excuses that you didn’t care if they believed or not. It kept you from reveling who you really where.
It was date night, you and Betty had snuck into South Side High to meet Jughead who was working on an article. You gathered around the computer, Jughead sitting, wondering what his next story should be. Betty had been rattling off ideas left and right, most of them about ‘the truth’ of the kids who attended South Side.
It wasn’t that long before you heard it, the sound of someone screaming in terror for their life. You stood there for a split second, blocking out Betty and Jughead and focused on the scream knowing it had to be at least three blocks away.
Moving towards the door you turned around. “Write about how Y/SH/N makes her first visit to the South Side.” With the prompt leaving them confused, because Y/SH/N had not ever been on the South Side of Riverdale, you left the room running to the exit doors while ripping off your glasses that shielded you identity.
A few days later you sat down next to Betty in one of the booths at Pop’s diner, across from Jughead. You knew something was up, the uncomfortable silence after the greeting surrounded you.
A minute after dead silence, Jughead put a copy of the Red and Black’s paper. The headline reading ‘Y/SH/N makes a mark on the South Side for the first time’. You swallowed nervously, pushing your glasses that you didn’t need up, ready to confess during the integration that you assumed was about to happen.
“About fifteen minutes before the news that covers our side of the town,” Jughead began, giving Betty a look. “You told me to write about how Y/SH/N makes her first visit to the South Side, then. Fifteen minutes later me at Betty here on the news that Toni Topaz was saved from getting attacked by a ghoulie. The savior being Y/SH/N.”
“Now normally we don’t really listen because Jughead says there is a lot of crime on the South Side, but what got our attention was that the reporter was more so excited that the states favorite superhero stopped by for the first time.” Betty confessed, not looking like she was pressing for answers like your boyfriend.
“We just wanted to know... How you could have guessed she was going to get all the details right?”
You thought of how you were going to answer, trying to cover up the small wince you gave. The ghoulie had a knife on him and wasn’t afraid to use it, leading to some minor cuts that you were able to stitch up once you got home.
You chose instead to read the article that was placed in front of you, grabbing it with anxiety, not knowing what Jughead had written about you. The article was true, placing more doubt towards you. He wrote about the encounters of Y/SH/N, how she might be leaving the places she goes more destroyed than needed. It finished with his simple opinion: that the South Side didn’t need a superhero and deal with the crime because they could handle themselves.
“I don’t understand this Jughead, Y/SH/N is a hero. Should a building be saved and then have (an epic villain) continue roaming the streets?” You defended yourself the question the had asked was long forgotten. “And Y/SH/N hasn’t destroyed any city. She mostly helps civilians in day to day situations. She left the South Side intact didn’t she? She didn’t wreck any buildings, only dented a dumpster.”
The two looked at themselves. “How - how would you know about the dumpster? It’s been in no reports the police are still interviewing the witnesses.” Jughead asked.
“There were no witnesses. It was a dead ally when Y/SH/N showed up.”
“How would you know that?” Betty asked, repeating what her boyfriend has asked.
“I-I,” You stuttered, your rational mind taking over and screaming at you not to tell them. “Luck?”
The two never forgot that day, the day where the were the most confused about their lover Y/n. Y/n never forgot that day either, the day where she could have opened them up to a world of danger.
