I pulled Shade aside, looking at him sternly.

“Come on, did you have to do that? I know I could pummle him, he likes you! I know he does!”

“Naw, Sherlock. I know it too. Look, I have Brett convinced I know Superman.”

“You’re not gonna make me dress up as Superman, are you?”

“Nope, Clark Kent.” He sighed.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope! Now let’s go get those ‘streetclothes’, Skippy.”