Saving the world took a lot of time out of a week. For Liberty Belle, America's sweetheart, it sure cut into her ability to keep her own place as nice and neat as she kept Metropolis proper. Her eyes opened up on a perfectly sunny day and promptly closed them again. Yes, it was a perfect day and on the pretty sunny days, Captain Chaos liked to be his name sake. But, Liberty Belle did a quick count in her head. Yes, 23 days straight of heroing. The city could deal with one day without her or heaven forbid someone else would have to actually step up and do some work for one. Sleeping in however would not solve the bigger problem she needed to tackle. Chores. 	Raising from her bed quite literally with levitation, she tossed her comforter off to try and get her mind to her mission. She righted while still in the air to cross her legs and stretch in effort to wake. She was already forming a list of what she had to accomplish before she went to bed. A sapphire eye opened to asses the state of chaos in her bedroom first. In the left corner of her room was a stack of uniforms and various clothing pieces that was almost tall enough to need to start contributing to rent if it wanted to stay. That had to go and so did the stack of dishes she just hadn't gotten to yet. Those would need to be priority. 	Liberty Belle floated herself toward the bathroom before touching her feet down. Sometimes having powers had their advantage but they wouldn't clean her house. She groaned as she watched her shower pool water like a tub as soon as the waterfall shower head was turned on. GREAT ! Digging long strands of straw colored rat nest out of the drain was annoying but necessary as a long haired girl. It should have been done weeks ago but pouring her tired bones into bed had been way more important. One down, a mountain load to go. She took way longer under the seductive flow just letting it wash away the complex feeling of physical and emotional exhaustion that had been hitting in waves. As much as she wanted to stay, neither her water bill or her chores would let her. She reached for a towel and sighed finding the rack empty. Great. There were two options. Reuse a towel from who knows how many days ago or simply use her powers. Option two it was. 	Dry, well except for her hair because of course today was the day her hair dryer died, she walked to her closet to find- a whole lot of empty hangers where clothes should be. All the way in the back corner of the closer long forgotten was a single outfit. It was a red bodysuit with a star cutout at the center of the chest over where her cleavage would go with a tiny skirt. She hadn't worn the old outfit in years having changed to one that actually covered her important parts with or without tights. Looked like the old girl was getting used as a laundry day outfit. The top was a little tight and she forgot just how much an atomic wedgie the bottom gave but the crucial bits were covered enough. Not that she was going to have to go out in public. 	The loud banging from the washer made Liberty Belle walk away from the dishes she was tackling. The machine was jumping around as if possessed or being thrown with magic. With one hand, she pinned the hopping metal back to the floor even as it whined in protest. Had she over filled it? Probably with how much laundry needed to be done. She took a handful out and tried again. This time absolutely nothing happened. Nope. Nada. The washer didn't show a light and never made a sound. Great. She gathered all of her laundry into two bags, sucked up her pride, and flew down to the laundry mat. She only went on rare occasion mostly to clean her comforter or if she got a huge mess on her uniforms. Stepping inside she found herself not the only one having to do some major laundry. 	Captain Chaos looked over casually at her. He had a big basket of green and black uniforms waiting to be put in a washer. Judging by the pile he had, her arch nemesis hadn't exactly been keeping up with his chores either. 	“Liberty” He casually looked over at her. 	“Chaos” She replied opening the washer lid closest to her to start emptying her presoaked things from the first failed load. “Looks like you've had a busy month too.” 	“Between plotting and trying to take over Metropolis, I just haven't done a very good job at keeping up with housekeeping.” He mulled picking through the cleaned clothes to toss in a industrial sized drying vat. Why they didn't sell them to housewives with large families, Liberty wasn't sure. Whirlpool would make a killing! 	“You certainly kept me quite busy. I had no choice but to wear this old thing out in public. Admit it you kept me busy just to see it again.” Humor was her usual go to emotion, even with Chaos. Sure they spent most days thwarting each other but it was less life and death and more minor inconveniences. This took the cake. 	“I assure you. No one wants to see that 90's rejected X-Men disaster you are wearing, Liberty. I'm shook the fashion police haven't arrived.” Chaos even put his gloved hand to his chest making her laugh. After the horrible morning she had, trust her rival to make her laugh. “well next time I will plot taking over Metropolis around your laundry schedule. There is no way you could stop anything wearing that without having to stop to adjust the spandex every five minutes.” 	“Thanks for the warning. I'll keep a backup suit ready at all times.” She leaned against one of the empty washers. “Do you think we will every stop fighting and just sit back one day on a porch somewhere with fruity girly drinks? Maybe laugh about all the stupid situations we got ourselves into?” Chaos shrugged loading the last dryer with coins. 	“Maybe. Maybe when I am old and grey and can't run away from you any more. Until then, Chaos is around every corner, Ms. Belle.” 	It took four washers, three dryers, $5, and almost two hours later for Liberty Belle to be changed into a much more comfortable tank and pants sorting laundry into hero and civilian on her bed. It was a test of sanity really to see how many pairs of tights she could hang up before wanting to throw them all out. At least she had a backlog of TV to catch up on while she did so. The sun was already setting and her day of catch up almost over. She hit the yellow button to queue another episode of 90 Day Fiance to enjoy the rest of her night now that her home was clean. At least it was clean for the rest of the night.