Big City Hero UNOFFICIAL BOOK TWO

Chapter Thirty-Three: Superheroes Never Run. They Fly.

Benjamin's P.O.V:

If it wasn't for Glitch holding me back, trust me, Black Cobra would already be six feet under.

Confused? Well, let me give you a quick rundown: When I came upon Cobra to help him, I discovered he nearly got himself and the victims killed, how? I'll get to that in a bit. Now, we were at Headquarters with the majority of supers listening in on the argument taking place between us. I so wish I had Coal's knack for coming up with entirely wild and absurd nicknames because I would so have burned this guy already.

"Just calm down you two," Glitch said, frowning at both of us. "What's going on, Gravity?" He looked at me, slightly furrowed eyebrows and expectancy on his face for my explanation.

"Black Cobra here almost got himself and several others killed because he has no powers," I said, crossing my arms and resisting the urge to use my cliché, kind of embarrassing laser vision. Why is it embarrassing? I can't help but think of those old Superman movies every time I use it, so to say that I don't use that power often would be an understatement. And there I go getting distracted again.

"What?" Glitch asked, whipping around and facing the fraud. "You don't have powers?"

"So? Big deal! Anyone can be a superhero!" Black Cobra retorted, crossing his arms and sneering at him. "Superpowers are overrated."

"Anyone can be a superhero?" Charlie asked, giving his back to me so he could fairly glower over Cobra. "Yeah, anyone can be a hero, but you need to be a super to be a superhero, that's the whole point! You can't risk people's lives just because you want to impress some girl or look like some big shot!"

"That's not-"

"It doesn't matter!" Glitch snapped, he stepped back and faced me again. "You're Second-In-Command, what are you going to do with him?"

"Me?" I asked, thrown off by the question. I mean, I know what I would do to him, but it's probably not legal or right. "Glitch, you're the substitute First-In-Command, that's your decision to make."

He paused for a beat of a second, long enough for me to realize that Coal must have never told Charlie that he was his successor. "I'm the substitute for Spark?"

I nodded my head, slightly amused by how wide his eyes got and how scared he looked. "I can give you a suggestion if you want."

Charlie nodded his head slowly, looking completely lost and like he was way out of his bounds.

"I'd throw him in a holding cell until the Board can meet and decide what to do with him."

At the sound of that Black Cobra tried taking off into a dead sprint, probably figuring that we were too distracted to notice, but Charlie snatched his wrist before he could get too far. "And there's the difference," he said, yanking Cobra closer to him. "Superheroes never run. Boomerang, throw him in a holding cell."

"Gladly," Boomerang said, walking out of the crowd and taking Cobra from Charlie.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed everyone in the room was still looking at us, probably wondering what was going to happen next. "Maybe we should talk where it's more private?" I asked, trying to read Charlie's body language and see what was going through his mind.

He started to nod his head slowly, and from the looks of it, he was going to say something, but the elevator doors dinged open, and on the massive wall to wall screen, the words 'Rise and Smokey have entered the Headquarters' ran across the top and bottom.