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Asami Sato stood on the roof of the Republic City Times' building with her photographer. She shook her head as The Avatar flew past them quickly.
"She is such a show-off," Asami said with disdain.
Bolin chuckled and adjusted his camera. "Asami, just let it go. She's the world's biggest superhero. Plus, she is kind of awesome."
Asami snorted and flipped her notepad shut. "She's always trying to flirt with me when I do manage to catch her for a comment."
"Well, you're the only reporter she'll talk to," Bolin said as he yawned. "Take it as a compliment."
"I just don't like her."
"Now, you can't really mean that, Miss Sato," A voice called from behind them.
Bolin and Asami turned to see The Avatar, hovering above them, with a smirk.
Her blue and white spandex suit covered most of her muscular frame. The blue mask covering her eyes didn't seem to diminish the twinkle in them, as she looked Asami over.
The Avatar ran a hand through her bob cut and landed softly.
"Now, I imagine you have the usual questions for me," The Avatar said with a gentle tone.
Asami sighed and rolled her eyes as she flipped her notepad back open. Bolin readied his camera and snapped a few quick photos of the hero.
"So, Avatar, how exactly did Zaheer manage to get out of White Lotus Asylum?"
The Avatar shrugged. "There was a bug in their security system that allowed for his cell to be opened individually, instead of on the mass circuit. There was another radical who slipped in with the guard staff. He was smuggled out during the night."
Asami scribbled down Korra's words quickly. "Do we know who was responsible?"
"No, but I'll find out. The citizens of this great city can rest easy," The Avatar while crossing her arms with a lopsided grin.
"That should be enough, thank you," Asami said flatly.
"Well, since that business is taken care of, why don't you let me get you a cup of coffee and we can talk about your feelings," The Avatar said with a charming smile.
"No," Asami said crossing her arms. "For, at least, the fiftieth time. Stop asking me."
The Avatar placed a hand over her heart. "Miss Sato, please, you have captured my heart. I can't just let you go."
"I'm sure you'll survive. Goodbye Avatar," Asami said as she pushed past the hero on her way to the maintenance stairwell.
The Avatar sighed and glanced at Bolin. "Why did I do?"
"She's not too big on egos or huge gestures," Bolin said taking one last picture. "You're the biggest hero in the world. You have toys, comics, merchandising, breakfast cereal, and even a rumored movie about you. Asami is just, more practical and down to earth."
The Avatar sighed and shook her head. "Thanks, Bolin. Does your niece still want a flyby on her birthday?"
"Yes, please. Thanks, Avatar, Asami may be a little cold, but I think you're just tops."
Asami sighed as she slid down at her desk. She opened her notepad and began to type up her notes.
The Avatar's infatuation with her was far beyond annoying. The hero, while dedicated to the city, was egotistical and didn't know when to take a hint. She would always fly by Asami's office window and do something ridiculous to try and catch the other woman's attention.
"Asami!"
The reporter jumped slightly as she turn in her chair. Varrick, her editor, came rushing to her.
"Did you get the quotes from The Avatar?" He asked frantically.
"I did, she was as egotistical as ever," Asami said with a flat tone. "Why am I the one who has to deal with her?"
"You're an award winning reporter," Varrick said dismissively. "Also, she's said multiple times that she either talks to you or not at all. We're the only paper in town with that kind of access, so I don't care how crazy she makes you, you keep talking to her!"
Asami sighed and returned to her typing.
Korra removed her mask and sat on the edge of the building across from Asami's office. The heroine could seldom get her mind of off the gorgeous reporter.
She followed every one of Asami's stories and even did a fly over when she won her Presidential Commendation.
She never did quite understand why the reporter hated her so, but she did. Sure, when she was Avatar, she had a bit of an ego.
But, if Asami only knew who Korra really was she was certain she could sway the reporter's heart.
"Spirits knows she certainly has mine," Korra mumbled to the wind.
"So, tell me again why you keep turning down the superhero?" Mako asked as he leaned across the table to Asami.
Asami shrugged. "She's so egotistical. I get it, she saves the day, but if only she were more humble about it."
"You have to admit that she is absolutely stunning," Wu said as he leaned into Mako.
The reporter sighed. "I'm not going to deny she's attractive."
"Then go get yourself some," Wu said with a casual shrug.
Mako rolled his eyes. "Babe, Asami isn't going to hook up with a superhero."
"I bet she'd wear her mask the whole time," Asami said with a snort.
"Still, when was the last time you got laid?"
Asami took a sip of her wine. "The last time Kuvira was in town."
"You're still fucking around with her?" Mako asked in shock. "How many times did she cheat on you?"
"A lot, but I always fall victim to her charm."
Wu shook his head in confusion. "So, you'll fall for a cheating bitch over a slightly egotistical superhero who has saved the world dozens of times?"
"Wu, no one said I was perfect. I just want someone who is down to earth, stable, and treats me well," Asami sighed and looked down at her wine. "I just want to matter to someone. I want to be their whole reason for waking up. I just want someone to love me the way you two love each other."
Mako smiled softly and a filled Asami's wine glass. "They'll come around. Don't worry. Just give these things a chance. You never know what'll happen."
Korra fell back onto her couch, takeout box in hand.
"Savior of the world and all I get is a crap apartment and shitty take-out," Korra mumbled to herself.
She let her head fall back and sighed. She could hear the car being broken into three blocks east, the domestic dispute on the other side of her building, and drug deal in the alley. However, she just wanted to get some rest. She wanted to spend an evening with someone who cared for her.
She found immense satisfaction with her responsibility to the world, but she just wanted somewhere warm and loving to go home to at night.
Someone who knew and understood who she really was inside.
The heroine shook her head and ate her meager meal.
Asami tapped the counter anxiously as she checked her watch. This is what she got for letting Wu talk her into a new coffee shop.
She was already late and the barista wasn't helping the situation. She sighed impatiently and ran a hand through her hair.
"I'm pretty sure he's new," A voice called from behind her.
The reporter turned and her breath caught in her throat. A tribal woman looked back at her with wide eyes.
Korra's eyes widened when the woman in front of her turned to face her. How was this possible? Republic City is massive, how is this the one coffee shop where Asami would be.
The heroine's heart slammed in her chest and she bit her lip.
"You're Asami Sato," Korra mumbled out in shock.
Asami smiled and nodded. "I am," She bit her lip and looked Korra over. "And I feel like I should know you."
"Korra," She croaked out. "My name is Korra."
The reporter reached her hand out. "A pleasure, Korra. So how do you know me?"
"I'm a fan of your work," Korra said with a slight blush. "You're absolutely brilliant."
Asami blushed and glanced away with a smile. "That's sweet of you to say, thank you."
Korra grinned brightly. "It's an honor to meet you."
"Ok, now you're just flattering me," Asami said with a seductive smirk. "So, what do you do, Korra?"
"Me? Well, I'm a bike messenger. I deliver all around the city," Korra said shifting uncomfortably. "Not very glamorous."
"On the contrary," Asami said as her eyes drifted down Korra's body. She cocked an eyebrow as she noticed Korra's tight messenger uniform. "It seems to keep you in great shape."
Korra coughed and blushed. "Wow, well, I do what I can."
"Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?" Asami asked with a charming smile.
"I loved your article about commerce issues between The United Republic and The Earth Kingdom," Korra said as she leaned forward on the table. "It was amazing."
Asami blushed slightly and blushed slightly. "It was my pet project, I'm glad someone enjoyed it."
Korra grinned and at Asami. The heroine's heart pounded in her chest. She was across the table from the woman of her dreams and hanging off of her every word. Asami really was everything she had hoped she'd be.
Asami smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear. Korra was an amazing woman, she was smart, funny, sexy, and looked great in bike shorts. The fact that she had read Asami article on commerce issues made her heart soar. Someone actually shared her passion.
"I just wish I could write more things like that," Asami said with a heavy sigh. "Everyone just wants me to write about The Avatar."
Korra stiffened slightly. She had almost forgotten about her other life. She had just been able to be Korra.
"You do write about her a lot," Korra said biting her lip.
Asami rolled her eyes. "She refuses to speak to anyone but me. She is absolutely insufferable. That damn ego of hers and she's always flying around my office, hitting on me."
"Well," Korra said with a soft smile. "I can't say I blame her."
The reporter blushed softly and swatted Korra's hand. "Oh, hush, I just wish she'd leave me alone once in a while, but she keeps me in work, so I can't complain too much. I guess."
"She is a hero, though," Korra countered carefully. "Saved all our asses more than once."
"Yes, I know," Asami said bitterly. "I just hate that instead of doing legitimate reporting about issues that matter, my job is mostly doing puff pieces about a superhero."
Korra frowned. "I'm really sorry, I had no idea."
"It's not your fault," Asami said with that wave of her hand.
The heroine sighed. "Yeah, not my fault."
Asami leaned back in her chair and glanced at her watch. "I've put this off long enough. I should probably get to work. I was already late when I stopped in."
"You didn't have to stay and have coffee with me," Korra said apologetically.
"Actually, I did," Asami reached in her purse for a pen. "We've had an amazing conversation and I have greatly enjoyed your company."
Korra's eyes widened as Asami scribbled her number down on a napkin. "Wait, what?"
"I don't meet many people like you," Asami said as emerald eyes locked on blue ones. "I'd love to take you out and get to know you better."
"You work quickly, Miss Sato," Korra said with a bright smile.
Asami shrugged. "A friend said I should give things a chance and I think he may just be right."
"Well, Miss Sato," Korra said taking the napkin. "I think your friend is right on the money."