16
“Well, it’s a very nice box, Pandora dear,” Oberon says. He puts one hand on Mr. Freeze and my g*n instantly turns into a long-stemmed rose. There’s no tell-tale yellow aura around it. Oberon really did just make Mr. Freeze into a flower.
“Hey!” I shout, but no one is listening to me, all eyes on the dark-haired beauty, who must be Pandora.
“But I’m so sick of it!” she shouts. “First I get—”
She zaps out of existence, her sentence unfinished. I turn to Oberon, dumbfounded.
“That wasn’t my doing,” he says. “Give her a second.”
There’s a c***k and Pandora is back, her hair slightly out of place. “And then there’s that!” she screams, stamping her foot. “I am so tired of—”
She’s gone again, the air rippling where she used to be.
“And one more second,” Oberon says, waving his fingers
