Hi Mary!
More fun
more snack-sized fun!
Jordan had seen some of this footage once, in middle school.
Nightfall? Messenger? Lois Lane during PML (his classmates thought it funny)?
and there had been a brief class discussion about how amazing Superman was.
Girls: /wishing it were nine o’clock/
At the time, Jordan could barely lift one end of a car,
but he knew what future awaited him. Or at least, he thought he did.
Still able to hear?
Cat snuggled against him on the couch now, watching the countdown for the Messenger shuttle through half-lidded eyes.
Okay, did he show up way before Superman? Did he tell Cat? How much did he tell Cat. And wait, doesn’t Cat already know about Superman in Best of Times? Which would make this one here post-best.
trying on super outfits and selecting the perfect one for tonight.
Superman could wear different outfits!
He had signed “I’m here to help” countless times in the mirror.
Oh dear. Deaf mute superheroing, that’s hard.
It was that time, then. He nodded and pointed at the screen. “My mother,” he signed, and mimed the cutting of the wires she had found
Definitely part three.
In the kitchen, Jordan had grabbed an apron and a large pot. He didn’t have time to figure out an impressive outfit, but he could at least conceal his face and clothes.
He’s the Deaf Chef!
The students of Met U escaped from would-be domestic terrorists thanks to what sources described as some kind of robot in an apron. The story appeared on page nine of the local paper. Superman had not been available to comment.
She pointed at the screen. “He’s just like you.”
He nodded again, managing not to sigh. They weren’t alike; not really.
Not at all.
Oh dear. Stuff to unpack! Also, not really alike. One of them likes to sleep with Lois Lane.
Michael
