Chapter Twenty-Seven
“What?” Sparkles attempts to tug on his beard, but finds most of it gone.
“Super. Heroes,” I enunciate. “Like Superman. Do you have that comic book or movie here?” I look at Obo, who vigorously nods.
Sparkles frowns. “I don’t understand.”
“We’ll say we’re superheroes, and then prove it on TV,” I say. “We’ll also paint Tartarus as a supervillain. This way, we can fight him in the open, and the humans will even help.”
Most Councilors still look dubious.
They might be thinking back to their comic book lore and remembering stories like X-Men, where the specials and the humans aren’t exactly getting along as peacefully as they should.
Note to self: make sure not to call us “mutants” or “more evolved,” as that’s bad PR.
“It’s pure hubris,” Sparkles says.
“Oh, really
