The Supers Origin

The End

Evil Dilton had returned to his lab, standing on a platform. His robot was just beside him. He stepped down the platform and gave a good, long look at his broken robot before leaving his laboratory. He made his way down the long halls of the castle before reaching the throne room, where his boss was.

"I trust it went well?" his boss said. 

"At first," Evil Dilton replied. He reached into his pocket then took out his recorder. "I gathered some data. I'll update you later."

The boss nodded. "Take all the time you need. I expect you to do a better performance when you face them again."

Evil Dilton grumbled softly as he was reminded of his failure. Despite it being only a battle to gather data on the Champions, he didn't take kindly to losing to people who didn't even had any experience with fighting. 

His frustration disappeared as he remembered something. "I've discovered something else," Evil Dilton told his boss. He pushed his glasses up his nose. "I know their true identities."

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"'The Supers'?" Betty echoed. "What was I thinking?" She slumped herself back onto her chair and covered her face with her hands. 

The friends were currently at Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe. They had decided to go there to celebrate their victory and early dismissal from school. Their table was filled with food—most of which were Jughead's order. They had made sure to chose a somewhat secluded area and keep their voices low. Hot Dog was just outside the window next to their booth. He was still able to hear their conversation.

"So you worry about accidentally saying a dumb name for our group, but it's a problem when I worry about my ridiculous costume?" Reggie said.

"Not now, Reggie," Veronica told him, earning an eye roll from him.

"You know, 'The Supers' doesn't sound half bad," Jughead said, his mouth still full with the burger he was eating. He gulped it down then took a large sip of his milkshake. 

Archie agreed with him. "It may sound basic, but it has a good ring to it." He puts his hands out and slowly moves them to each side. "The Supers," he echoed. 

"It's not bad at all," said Dilton. He took a fry and ate it. "Besides, everyone at school liked it."

"Still, it sounds kinda wrong," Betty muttered. 

"What's wrong about it?" Archie asked. He sat beside Betty and put a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, what's already happened has happened. Hard as it is, you just gotta move on." He took a fry then ate it.

Reggie huffed. "Hey, if my costume isn't worth being consider a problem, neither is your slip up," he said. "I mean, it's practically the same thing: we'll always be known as the Supers, and I'll be known as the guy who wears a ridiculous costume."

Betty finally gave in. "Fine." She sighed. Moping around wouldn't change the past at all. Betty looked down at her hand; she wondered if she did have the power to control time, ridiculous as it sounded. Was she, or any of her friends, truly capable of such power? Betty closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on turning back time. When she opened her eyes, she was still in the diner with her friends. Though she expected as much, a pang of disappointment went through her.

"We should visit Mercury after this," Archie suggested after a moment. He took a quick sip of his milkshake. "Just tell him how things went and whatever else."