Sep 1

He was hoping he’d imagined that squeak. His voice had been baritone, authoritative, demanding. Yeah, right, he’d squeaked. Hopefully she hadn’t noticed. He raised an eyebrow at her - an authoritative one. Superheroes demanded respect and dignity. He commanded his mind not to wander to the bright red briefs he was wearing outside his... tights. Oh, God. What’d he been thinking?