Frank's POV. Gerard and I spent over two hours in the Police Station, telling the police what happened

Gerard and I spent over two hours in the Police Station, telling the police what happened. They still had to question Mimi and Mikey, but they weren't gonna charge us, since we were doing the city a favor by killing Bob. Meanwhile, his crystallized body was taken somewhere to be hosed down and have the crystal which surrounded him decomposed.

It was 7am by the time we walked out of the Police Station, Gerard flew me up to the roof-top of a nearby building where I called Mimi on her cellphone to see how her and Mikey were.

"We're still in the ER. The nurses told us about half an hour ago that they're arranging for Mikey to be admitted to a ward for the next 24 hours for observation," she said. "There's tonnes of media here. They've all found out what happened. A few of them managed to get in here and take pictures of Mikey without his mask on before security could come and escort them from the building. Everyone's gonna know who Mikey is!" she exclaimed, sounding worried.

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

"How's Mikey? Is he alright? Is he awake?" Gerard asked me from beside me.

"Yeah, he's awake. They've given him a tonne of medication and shit and are running tests. They think it's probably just over-exertion and that if he rests, he will be ok," I told my boyfriend before filling him in on the fact that everyone now knew Mikey's secret identity.

"Fuck, well, tell Mimi that we'll be there as soon as we can," Gerard decided. I did just that before Gerard tried to motion for me to jump on his back so that we could go to the hospital. But I wasn't ready for that yet.

"Not yet," I said to him.

"What? Why?" Gerard asked, looking worried.

"Back at the cemetery I asked you a question. And you never answered me," I reminded him. He looked at me with the same look he'd given me back at the cemetery when I'd asked him to marry me.

"Surely you didn't mean to ask me. I mean, it was a situation where we didn't know if we were gonna die. I understand if you have changed your mind and everything. We can forget that you ever asked me if you like," Gerard spoke. Oh hell no. I didn't want to forget about asking him.

"Actually, I was and still am pretty certain that I wanna marry you. Obviously it's illegal for gay people to marry, but we can get a joint union until gay marriage is eventually allowed. You know it will be one day. We just have to wait for someone sensible enough to pass it through the government," I pointed out. "So," I spoke, getting down on one knee in front of Gerard, "Gerard Arthur Way, will you marry me?" I asked him, looking up to him, hoping that he would say yes. Instead of saying anything, he got down on one knee too. Did this mean that he would reject me?

"I would be honored to marry you, as long as you, Frank Anthony Iero are 110% sure that you want to marry me?" Gerard asked. Oh my god! He was proposing to me too! I giggled at his gesture of trying to be romantic.

"I'm not 110% sure," I said, causing confusion to appear in his eyes. "I'm one million percent sure," I told him, causing a big grin to appear on his face as we both stood up and moved closer to each other, sealing our propositions with a kiss. Both of us couldn't wipe the smiles off our faces as I jumped on Gerard's back and he flew us to the hospital. Once we'd arrived at the hospital, we noticed all the media who were hanging around the ambulance bay outside of the ER. Gerard and I walked up towards the doors of the ER and the media suddenly noticed us and rushed over to us.

"Is it true that Bob Bryar is still alive?" one of them asked us as we tried to make our way over to the door.

"We're sorry, but the police said that we can't comment on anything until they have completed their investigation," Gerard voiced to them as I tried to push through them for the two of us so that we could make our way to the door.

"Is it true that Michael Way is Hot Boy?" another media person asked us.

"It shouldn't matter about who Hot Boy's secret identity is. It should only matter that he helped us a great deal last night and that he is a true hero," Gerard told them all. "Now please, can you let us go and see how he is?" Gerard asked.

"Is it true that Hot Boy already has a new girlfriend?" another media personality asked. For fuck's sake, they weren't letting us go to see Mikey.

"Look, I don't mean to sound rude, but do you think you could respect his privacy? It has been six months since Erica's death and he has gone through a lot. The Dark Ninja and I have seen him suffer first hand. We know how hard it has been for him and we don't need anyone showing judgment towards the fact of whether or not he may have a new love interest. Now if you don't all move out of the way so that we can go and see him, I will personally pick every one of you up and throw you over to the other side of the city!" I snapped at them angrily. All of a sudden all the media moved away. Ha! I was a genius.

"Thank you," I said once Gerard and I had reached the door to the ER. "If you have any questions, I suggest you ask for a statement from the Police Sergeant or Constables who are in charge of the case. They will tell you anything that you are allowed to know," I spoke to them before Gerard and I entered the ER.

Inside the ER, it was so busy. There were a bunch of people waiting in triage, lots of commotion going on in the resuscitation bays (however the curtains were drawn around them and we couldn't see in on what was going on in there). Gerard and I walked over to the desk to ask where abouts Mikey was. The person at the desk looked shocked seeing us. I mean, it wasn't every day that two superheroes turned up in a hospital ER.

"Hi, I assume you're here to see Michael Way?" the person asked. We both nodded as the person told us to follow them. We walked past cubicles of a lot of different people. There was a child in one, a confused old lady in the next who asked Gerard if he was gonna take her home, a man throwing up in the next one, a sleeping woman in the one after that and finally Mikey.

"Mikey!" Gerard exclaimed, rushing over to his brother and wrapping his arms around him. "God, I'm so glad you're alright," Gerard spoke, as I thanked the person who showed us to the cubicle and they left.

"They think I just used up too much energy. They're gonna admit me until tomorrow to see how I'm going, but they think I'm gonna be ok," Mikey told us.

"Oh that's such a relief. Oh and guess what?! I'm getting married!" Gerard exclaimed, his brother grinning upon realizing that Gerard and I were now engaged.

"That's so awesome. I vaguely remember Frank proposing last night but I totally forgot about it until now. I'm so glad you're gonna spend the rest of your lives together. You're perfect for one another and Frank not only puts up with your shit, but he's a good kisser too," Mikey said, making Gerard and I raise our eyebrows.

"Well, you obviously remember your make out session with Frank rather well," Gerard said, making me giggle. "But no more kissing my man, ok? It was just last night when he needed your help," Gerard spoke, making everyone laugh.

"Seriously, you can have your man," Mikey said, rolling his eyes.

"Thanks for saving me Mikey," I thanked him.

"It's alright. Just don't make it a habit to bite your tongue. You might be a good kisser, but you're like my second brother. It was so weird. And Gerard, you had better never get injured in the mouth, because I just downright refuse to make out with you!" Mikey exclaimed, making everyone laugh.

"You know the media know who you are," Gerard said to him, turning the conversation serious.

"I know. But I've decided to completely retire from the superheroing business. I don't care if people know who I am, because I am no longer going to use my powers to fight crime. The only time I'm gonna use them is if Frank throws used condoms at me again or if someone gets hurt and needs healing or if I'm lazy and don't want to have to walk to the kitchen to get a cookie out of the jar. I can just summon it," he decided. "If I stop fighting crime, people will lose interest in me and I won't have to worry about people harassing me for the rest of my life," Mikey explained.

"Well it's your choice. If you don't feel like fighting crime anymore, you shouldn't have to," Gerard decided. "But you do realize that your face will be on the front of tomorrow's newspaper, the media will possibly find out that you have criminal convictions, including the one about having sex in public and Mom will be back here knocking on our door wanting an explanation?" he added, making Mikey groan.

"Why the hell did I have to have sex in public?" Mikey asked no one in particular. I shrugged.

"Gerard and I have had sex in public," I confessed. Everyone's heads looked at me, making me giggle. "We had sex in the sky above Times Square. It was amazing," I added, making Mikey roll his eyes.

"Frank, never talk to my brother about our sex life ever again!" Gerard exclaimed. I giggled.

"Sorry, fiancé," I spoke to him, kissing his cheek and making him grin instantly. I loved being engaged to Gerard and I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with him.