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I asked as I turned to face Nick. "Why don't you ask your dear best friend over here," he replied instead. "Ash what did you do this time?" Asher had a smug look on his face, "your boyfriend needs to learn that Superman is the best superhero of all time and Batman sucks," he replied with a shrug. "That's why you look like someone who ate a sour lemon?" I asked Nick. "Hey! Batman is a legend, he's just human and yet he does more than Superman whose weakness is the one thing found on his home planet, how pathetic," he said defensively and then rolled his eyes.

I had a sudden idea. "Hey, do you guys like superheroes?" I asked. "We do," Freya replied. "Well, I know a story about a real-life superhero. Want to hear it?" "Yes. Yes. Tell us, Elliot." Freya bounced on the chair excitedly. "Okay. So, there was once a little boy. He was a little bit older than you two and a little taller than Finn." Finn scrunched up his face and said nothing. "He was known as a hero in his neighborhood. Want to know what he did?" Freya nodded eagerly. "Well, this little boy's cat got stuck up a tree and-"

"Sure, Chrystal. What's on your mind?" "If you were a superhero, what would be your superpower?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I chuckled, taking a moment to consider her question. "You know, Chrystal, I think my superpower would be the ability to heal hearts. To mend broken spirits and bring a sense of hope and love to those who have faced hardships." Chrystal's smile widened, and her enthusiasm was palpable. "That's an amazing choice, can you imagine the impact you would have on people's lives? Healing hearts and spreading love, it's a superpower that the world truly needs," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

But after a few seconds, he frowned slightly. Seeing his expression, Cristofer became nervous and flustered. He immediately squatted down and took Yohan's hand, saying, “Hi, Yohan. It’s Dad.” Still frowning, Yohan walked around him and asked in confusion, “Dad, do you really have a superpower?” “What?” Cristofer was confused. “Mrs. Moorsum said you are a superhero. Dad, what superpower do you have?” Amused by his words, Cristofer laughed and said, “Only when I need to beat the bad guys can I show my superpower. At other times, I can’t let others know about my superpower and have to keep a low profile.”

“I…” I hesitated, unsure of what to say. My inner monologue had been so cruel that I wasn’t used to hearing someone actually be… excited about my powers. “I don’t know about being a superhero, but maybe I’ll be able to light a candle without a match.”

Well, it was time he at least try. "When I was little, I thought my dad was a superhero," he starts, deciding the best way he could help Liviana to know him, to understand him, was to tell her about his life- everything that made him, him. "That's how a lot of kids are, I think." Liviana nods. "For most people- normal people..." she corrects with a cough. "Their parents are their world. At least, that's what I've heard." "Well, I'm not normal, nor have I ever been, but I did believe that my dad was a superhero," he tells. "And I wanted to be just like him."

“But he's right, you know. It's not your fault, so stop blaming yourself. It's just another part of your superhero complex.” “Stop nagging me about it,” I said irritably. “I'm not a superhero. I can't even raise my voice to help a boy I grew up with.” “There's your origin story, Ashley. And with the amount of money you have, you could easily become a heroine like Batman or Iron Man. Both are very interesting, excellent choices.” “...Are you even listening to me?” “Personally, I would choose Batman. Tall, black, and handsome, am I right?”

He grinned when he looked from one eye to the other. Can’t he get a hint that I don’t want to talk to him? “Awesome! Can you teach me how to swim? My dad told me that Superman knows how to swim, so I think I should learn to swim too. So that when I grow up, I can save people,” he said proudly. I didn’t know how to tell him superheroes weren’t real. But I did anyway.

, he asks with shock evident in his tone. “My adoptive father is a cop. When we started getting close, he thought it would be important that I’d know how to protect myself”, I confess uncomfortably as I shrugged over it. “Didn’t think I’d ever need it though, but I enjoyed how the pullback used to feel”! “So what’s your superpower?”, he asks as he nudges me with his shoulder. “Healing”, I tell him! I want to heal everything and anything because I don’t want anyone to ever feel as broken as I do. “To be able to heal anyone of anything instantly! A broken leg, cancer, a broken heart”.

I smiled when I saw her proudly walking out of the door, her legs and palms no more shaking. "So saving strangers is your part-time job?" His voice had a hint of surprise in it. I frowned at the weird question."First, you saved Kia when she ran in the middle of the road, then you saved me by being Kia's babysitter, then you saved my employee from getting demoted and now this woman by freeing her from an abusive relationship. What are you? A superhero." I shrugged my shoulders, genuinely confused as to why he was counting all the things." I'm just me."