How To (Not) Fall For A Villain

4. Family Business

In my room, I grabbed my pale green hoodie and jeans and threw them on my bed, before starting to take off my suit.

Now, here's the pros and cons of having a supersuit like mine;

Pros: it usually adds up in your identity as a hero or a villain, gives you protection against most powers or elements, aswell as shields you from crashing through buildings or on concrete, metal, glass, or on people's cars, you never know. Also, it's always better than getting your own clothes dirty.

Cons: it's harder to take off than your actual clothes, escpecially if it's a hot day and you're sweating through like a waterfall. The material in these suits often ranges between specialized fabric and custom-made leather, that's usually made fire-or shock proof. Water elements are bit different, I believe they have their own suits and things.

So, therefore, it always takes a little longer for me to take my suit off, but after I was done, I put on my own clothes and felt instantly more comfortable.

Grandpa always said to take care of your suit, because it could someday save your life, and since I'd listened to pretty much everything he says, I'd heeded that advice and cared for my suit every day, ever since I'd first received it from him. I grabbed my suit, straightened it out, removed any trash and tiny pieces of glass, and then put it into my closet, on a clothes hanger.

Yeah, it might sound a little nitpicky or too tidy, but I think it's important. Too many bad suits have failed and I'm not gonna let that happen to me.

"Liam! Hey, twerp! Get in here!" Drew called from the living room, and I sighed heavily before leaving my room and going to join my family.

"... you can't call your cousin a twerp every time you're here." My mom scolded Drew as I walked into the living room.

"Yeah, yeah, but he's fine with it, right Liam?" He replied, as I slumped on the couch next to him, and as if to make a point clear, he messed my hair with his hand. "Argh, yeah. As long as you don't call me that. Or touch my hair." I stated, brushing through my hair to make it less messy.

"Have you gotten into any fights out there, Liam? Have you gotten hurt?" Mom asked, staring at me with the classic Worried Mom-look, and I quickly recounted all the times Morgan punched me, or threw me through a wall (or a window) this week, or even during this day, and then decided whether I should lie or not.

"Hmm....Nooo? Not much atleast." I said, and her worried look changed into more stern one.

"Liam."

"Okay, okay, I have, but it's not big deal. I'm not hurting anymore at all, so I'm fine." I said with a sigh, leaning back on the couch.

"Oh? Who are you fighting?" Drew asked curiously.

"Oh, um.. nobody special, just some.. jerk." I replied, not really feeling like explaining the whole thing to him.

"Y'know, I could help you with that, I got some ideas on how to deal with jerks like that." He said with a small grin.

"Drew-"

"Look, you gotta know their weak points. You gotta get on their side and then strike when they aren't looking, y'know?" Drew told me, slamming his palm with his fist.