Jester Book 1: Abduction

Ch 13 Part 2: The Jester's New Clothes

Meanwhile far above the senses below a set of blue and black shoes slowly walked along the edge. His attire was split in half with the same monochromatic hue as it ran up to his waist. Then they swapped sides twice more just to compliment the all-encompassing black with its nearly florescent teal counterpart. From his hands to his toes, he was split into two hues.

Perhaps this was to match his current situation. Torn between hiding away in the dark while struggling to be the hero of Starr Park. His hat's tethers were drooping lower than usual which only added to his chaotic look. Accentuated by a pair of sharp teeth that glistened off the spring's moonlight. His smile had never changed despite the torment.

A chime rippled through his pocket. A small walkie talkie given to him by his feathery ally. He pressed a button ready to speak but Crow spoke first, "Chester. Can you hear me?" Chester let go of the button while tapping it against his leg. He heard Crow groan back, "...Over."

"I'm sorry but I don't know who you're talking to. Over."

"Haaaaaah." Chester could hear him pinching his beak, "Can you hear me, Sweet Tooth. Over."

"I read you loud and clear, Aviary. Over."

"I don't understand why we have to use codenames... over."

"Sorry, Aviary. But without codenames, tangos can identify who we are. Over."

"This is dumb." Chester could see Crow's frustration in his tone. However, despite their differences, this allegiance was solidified in stone. They were the only two who were willing to stand against this unknown force. And their operations in the dark required strong support.

As Chester walked along the roof's edge he took one final glimpse as Meg and Max disappeared into their apartment. The young girl had a playdate with her little friend The Reckless Bonnie. Even though it was the dead of night she still came home with no surveillance. It didn't make sense.

Chester remembered his last meeting with Max. Crow had scheduled the date atop a building deep within Retropolis. The plan was to ask her for assistance. She had the power and resources they needed to get the upper hand over this underground disaster.

Image their surprise when Max denied them not only any assistance but moral support. The moment she saw Chester's dirty clothes and fevered face she saw a guilty man. Despite her judgment, she decided not to attack the two on the spot. Crow's plea sounded honest enough. So she made an order. She never wanted to see the two of them again. If she ever saw them near Meg or Surge, she'd take them both down on the spot.

Even still Chester knew he couldn't let Meg get hurt. So he took over patrol of Super City until Meg returned home. How funny that even with Max against him he still prioritized her safety over his own.

He brought the tiny radio up to his sharpened teeth, "Tiny Hero has returned to her nest. I repeat Tiny Hero has returned to her nest." Crow didn't get a chance to acknowledge this as Chester continued, "And can I just say I am digging the new duds. My compliments to your tailor. Over."

Crow grumbled over the line, "Don't flood the comms with needless banter Chester."

The clown bonked himself on the head. He really needed to break this goofy streak. They were supposed to be brooding heroes of the night. Not the heroes they deserve but the ones they need, type of characters. He couldn't pull that off fawning over fashion. He popped a colorful candy into his mouth and let the surge of speed take over. His body flew through the sky as he leaped across the massive gaps between buildings. It had only been a day's worth of patrolling, but he quickly got the hang of rooftop travel. Crow's training sessions worked wonders. Even if they were incredibly boring.