Please Don't Tell My Parents I'm a Supervillain
“Did he ever sleep? If he wasn’t human, that would explain his exaggeratedly fake Chinese impression.He didn’t turn it on me this time. He ignored me entirely as I walked past the barriers, down the street toward the big central building. At the first corner Ray walked out of the side street, then Claire zipped up on her skates behind me.Chinatown was quiet in the middle of the day on weekends. More than quiet, but not quite deserted. There were plenty of houses as well as shops, but no civilian...s on the streets. I didn’t see anyone at all until we got close to the stall that sold that smoking liquor. A kid still ran the stand, with one customer who could not more obviously have been a supervillain. Even without the armor she was nearly Bull’s height and solidly muscular, although not hard edged cut. Her armor matched her look, with gaps at the midriff and elbows and knees, but not a lot of skin showing between plates of two inch thick and non-provocative metal. I was sure I’d seen her picture in a newspaper or in one of Mom’s files somewhere, but I couldn’t place her name.She knew us.MoreLess
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