Hiro to Constantine and Aquaman.
Hiro sat back on his knees, narrowing his eyes at the scruffy Englishmen. At his gesture, he glanced over his shoulder and sprang to his feet so quickly in surprise that his figure had transformed into an arching blur.
“He’s alive!” Captain Obvious exclaimed.
He watched the exchange between Aquaman and the hobo. They knew each other? When Kaldur turned his sights to him, Hiro tensed a little and stared at the Atlantean’s hand. His eyes could have morphed into stars.
“Oh…oh shit…I’m going to shake Aquaman’s hand,” Hiro muttered in awe and excitement. He shakily reached out his hand and then quickly drew it back turning it up and down before his eyes as he inspected it for dirt, grime, cooties, who knew. He just wanted to make sure that his hand was clean when he shook the hand of such a legendary hero. When he took the webbed hand of Aquaman, if it wasn’t for Hiro’s mask, he might have seen some tears rush to his eyes.
“I’m Silver Bullet,” he said on a pathetically squeaky voice. He was so overwhelmed with fan boy enthusiasm that he could have detonated like a firecracker. His friends would never believe him! No shit! He couldn’t tell them. Fuck! This wasn’t fair. This was meant to be bragged about. Damn it; being a super hero was unfair!
Drawing his hand back, Hiro shook away his fan boy face and put on a stern and heroic show, resting his hands upon his hips.
“What I meant to say is that I am Silver Bullet. I plan to be the fastest man alive. Me and the hobo were able to save your life. That crazy super-powered man is still out there causing problems.”
He then pointed in the distance at the lasers that were cutting through the night like some pop concert special effects.
“I was getting citizens to safety when you went missing. What do you suppose we do about that crazy guy?”
Hiro sat back on his knees, narrowing his eyes at the scruffy Englishmen. At his gesture, he glanced over his shoulder and sprang to his feet so quickly in surprise that his figure had transformed into an arching blur.
“He’s alive!” Captain Obvious exclaimed.
He watched the exchange between Aquaman and the hobo. They knew each other? When Kaldur turned his sights to him, Hiro tensed a little and stared at the Atlantean’s hand. His eyes could have morphed into stars.
“Oh…oh shit…I’m going to shake Aquaman’s hand,” Hiro muttered in awe and excitement. He shakily reached out his hand and then quickly drew it back turning it up and down before his eyes as he inspected it for dirt, grime, cooties, who knew. He just wanted to make sure that his hand was clean when he shook the hand of such a legendary hero. When he took the webbed hand of Aquaman, if it wasn’t for Hiro’s mask, he might have seen some tears rush to his eyes.
“I’m Silver Bullet,” he said on a pathetically squeaky voice. He was so overwhelmed with fan boy enthusiasm that he could have detonated like a firecracker. His friends would never believe him! No shit! He couldn’t tell them. Fuck! This wasn’t fair. This was meant to be bragged about. Damn it; being a super hero was unfair!
Drawing his hand back, Hiro shook away his fan boy face and put on a stern and heroic show, resting his hands upon his hips.
“What I meant to say is that I am Silver Bullet. I plan to be the fastest man alive. Me and the hobo were able to save your life. That crazy super-powered man is still out there causing problems.”
He then pointed in the distance at the lasers that were cutting through the night like some pop concert special effects.
“I was getting citizens to safety when you went missing. What do you suppose we do about that crazy guy?”