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Breaking and Entering (7) - Lovren

Status: Ongoing Series

Chapter number: 7 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3,754

Word count for Story: 15,946

Genre: Werewolf

There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter doesn't really have a warning, but there are pack dynamics at play (kinda), power struggle, anxiety, and mentions of criminal history and death.

BREAKING AND ENTERING MASTER LIST

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That is it.

I am out of here.

I didn't run into anyone else when I made my way to my safe haven on the fourth floor. My mind raced to figure out who the boy with the jade-green eyes was.

As a high schooler, he holds some kind of power, but it differs from Mitchell's. He reminds me of my father and grandfather's feeling of power before they died.

All I know is that it gives me chills, and I need to stay away from that little troupe of people: Mitch, his lackeys, Selena, and her terrors.

Thankfully, for this semester, I do not have a class with any of them. I guess this orientation day was good for something. Tomorrow would be chaos due to a new block-type schedule. I want to understand why this high school has a day of academics alternating with a day of PE, health class, and self-defense.

God, my week will include places where I will soar and where I will be sore. At least this whole block schedule will give me time to do my homework and hopefully recover.

On a positive note, PE was an elective course, and I could take swimming, thank god. It would just be me and the water, allowing for a comfortable soreness to take over and another added sense of clarity and calmness.

I am not looking forward to the self-defense class. I mean, I can street fight, but sparing?

Is this how they do it in small towns like this?

Reaching my little corner of the library, I look down over the quad, my eyes wandering over the students. Absentmindedly, my hand goes to the gauze on my face as I find the boy with the jade-green eyes talking with Mitchell and the other lackey.

Selena hangs on Mitchell’s arm like an accessory while speaking animatedly to anyone who will listen. I wonder if she knows how much of what comes out of her mouth is filler for a much-preferred silence.

“Whoa!! What was that about?” I say to myself, pressing up to the glass.

I look around as the whole quad seems frozen in time. All eyes are on Selena, who is now on the ground with the lackey boys hovering over her.

“I am pretty sure that is because Selena thought she would impress them with her asserting dominance over you via your face,” a voice states as I jump out of my skin.

Spinning around, I finally saw who the voice belonged to. It was one of the bouncer-looking guys who walked around standing with his hands behind his back.

“The Healer told Mr. Moores that you were injured today by Selena, and though he cannot come, he asked me to check on you. Are you alright? You should have the healer look at it again tomorrow to ensure it is healing properly.”

“Damn. Of course, she told him,” I muttered, dropping my hand and looking at the floor. “It still hurts, but it is not the worst thing I have had happen to me.”

Fiddling with the hem of my hoodie and avoiding eye contact, I continued, “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was blocking her locker and should not have said what I said. Umm… it is really not that big of a deal.”

“Mr. Moores, and the boss, do not like it when violence happens on school grounds. Selena will be dealt with,” he chuckles, walking up to the glass near me. “Well, it looks like she may be getting her punishment now.”

Following his eyes down to the quad, I see Selena still on her knees, head lowered and shoulders shaking.

The jade-green-eyed boy stands over her, his whole body tense.

Mitchell stands to the side like he wants to be between them but can’t. He keeps looking back and forth like he is watching a tennis match.

The other lackey and the terrors hovered around them but kept a decent distance like he was trying to avoid getting pulled in.

Or is he trying to keep the terrors away?

“Why is she on her knees and is she crying? It's just a scratch. Not like she was trying to take my eye out, unless she missed.”

“Like, I said. Violence is not tolerated on school grounds, Miss Lovern. Now if you will follow me, I have been tasked to bring you Mr. Moore and the boss.”

“No. No, thank you. I have homework already, and I need to get back to the house before any other troubles happen.”

I walk over to my backpack, which I apparently dropped when startled.

Mumbling under my breath, “and lock myself in my room before Selena comes after me for this whole thing.”

“I don’t think locking yourself away will help, Miss Lovern. Unfortunately, the boss is insisting. He wants to check on you himself. After all, he is also the reason why you ended up here and not in Juvenile Hall.”

At that bit of information, I freeze.

“Now, if you will follow me, the office is not that far away,” he says as he directs me away from the glass towards the elevators. With a huff, I start walking.

Unknown to me, the man looks down to the quad, nods at the jade-green-eyed boy, and then joins me, walking to the elevator.

“Oh, Miss. This way, please. That elevator does not reach the office we are going to.”

“Excuse me, Mr?”

“Ivanov, Andrei Ivanov but you can call me Andrei. I think I saw you talking with my younger brother Erik?”

My eyes light up, recognizing Erik’s name. “Yeah, he was the one who, more or less, saved me from Selena and took me to the nurses', I mean Healer’s office. He and I have choir class together.”

I shake my head, “Wait, wait… Andrei, we are going into the key-card VIP and Mitchell’s lackeys only elevator?”

Letting out a barking laugh, Andrei nods: “I don’t know what is funnier. The fact my pup of a bro saved you from Selena or that you think Mitchell is the one who has the lackeys.”

He pulls out a small hard plastic key card with an outline of three wolves and swipes it, allowing the elevator doors to open. He holds the doors, standing to the side to allow me to enter first.

I step in with a nod of thank you to him. I look around the elevator, noting that it's glass and allows one to see all its inner workings. I muttered to myself, “That's wicked, but what is with all the glass?”

“Mr. Dishinko likes to make sure things are going to work. The only way to ensure that is to see how the cogs work. The glass allows anyone to see something not working in the elevator,” he states matter-of-factly as he selects the top floor.

“Just as the glass around this building allows for Mr. Dishinko, Mr. Moores, Mr. Barlowe, and the guard to see the town without any obstructions.”

It doesn’t take long to reach the top floor.

My presence is immediately known to everyone without the doors even opening. I feel several eyes on me.

Glancing around, I spot a few other men in black, and oh, great… it's Jonathan and Rachel. Standing with them near the elevator are two other men dressed in suits.

One stands slightly behind the other, and he looks like he could be a professor at a University. He is easily as tall as Jonathan, over six feet tall, but he doesn’t have the same broad shoulders. When our eyes meet, I feel a slight tingle of power, but it is nothing compared to the man standing in front.

I stepped out of the elevator at Andrei's gentle push, looked back at him briefly, and cursed him, in my mind, for bringing me into the lion’s den.

“Miss Lovren,” at my name, my body freezes as the depth of power washes over.

My eyes snap to the other suit-dressed man standing in front of everyone.

His light brown hair is shorter than everyone else's, leaving his sharp facial features clear to see. His eyes are deep green and remind me of the boy from the lobby and the quad. He is older than everyone else in the room but not old.

He has that aura of power I have only felt from my father. I have dealt with energy like this before, which has never ended well.

I immediately go into defense mode.

I hate feeling like prey.

“Lovren!” Rachel hisses at me, pulling my attention to her. “It’s rude to stare like that. Say hello to Mr. Dishinko, Jonathan’s boss, and well… umm…”

“I am more or less the Mayor of Lunar Ridge, Miss Lovren,” the man smiles, the energy backing off almost like a wave pulling back.

“Mr. Mayor,” I feel the need to bow since he is who he is, “I am sorry if I was rude. I just felt a bit cornered.”

“Ahh, yes. I can see how you would feel that.”

Ding

Jumping at the sound of the elevator, I spin around and back towards one of the outside walls. Putting space between myself and everyone.

My eyes lock with jade green eyes that exit the elevator. At this point, if I had hackles, they would be standing straight up.

“Mikhail, Aliaksandr, Mitchell, Selena, and Erik. Good, everyone is present. Let's go into the conference room. Rachel, get everyone something to drink on your way in.”

It takes a beat before anyone starts to move after the Mayor. However, the jade-eyed boy and I stand still, eyes locked.

It isn’t until Erik steps between us that I can look anywhere else.

“Ren, are you okay? Let’s go inside. Come on, you can sit next to me,” Erik says as he lightly takes my elbow and guides me into the conference room.

After some minor pleasantries and everyone taking seats, the connections between everyone are more apparent.

The Mayor has to be the jade-eyed boy's father as they sit at the head of the table.

The other lackey sits next to the jade-eyed boy with Mitchell. On the other side sits the Professor man, Jonathan, Rachel, and Selena. Erik follows his word and sits with me at the other end of the table. Standing next to the door is Andrei.

“Miss Lovren, do you know everyone here?” the Mayor asks.

“No, sir. I know my foster family, of course. I met Erik and umm, his brother Andrei today.” I say, glancing at the brothers quickly before continuing.

“I know Mitchell also because he is dating Selena and practically lives at the house with us,” I giggle out the last words due to nerves.

Feeling a hand on my forearm, I relax and look at Erik. He smiles at me softly, trying to comfort me. At this point, Erik and his brother seem to be the only relaxed people in the room.

“You know more than I expected after the reports about your nightly wanderings and residency you have taken in the library over the summer,” the Mayor says with a smile as I tense slightly.

“Oh don’t worry. You are not being followed but Jonathan and Andrei have a great team of guards that keep watch over Lunar Ridge, which includes you.”

“Lovren,” Jonathan says, “We are only keeping you safe. And… as your foster dad, I also want to make sure you settle in well and find your home here.”

“Oh…” this revelation shocks me. “Noone before really cared if I settled in. At my age, it's always been more about the paycheck.”

“We actually don’t get a paycheck for you,” Rachel chimes in, which causes my mouth to drop as I look at my current foster family.

“We heard about your story while attending a seminar. Some of that town’s guards talked about your ability to stand up to higher-ranking members of the city.” Jonathan explained.

“I inquired more, and it seems that your records show that you defy authority, commit crimes, and run away.”

I roll my eyes at him as he announces all of my shortcomings to the room.

“Lovren, I don’t believe any of it.” Jonathan declares with certainty, causing the room to focus on him intently.

“Why?” I ask with eyes narrowed, “What makes you think that?”

“I brought my concern to Stanislav, and we pulled all of your records,” he said, gesturing to the Mayor.

“We read over everything and discussed your behaviors with Christopher,” When Jonathan said his name, the professor nodded.

“We all agreed that your reactions would have been acceptable here at Lunar Ridge. Your defiance was towards those abusing their authority. The crimes you were charged with committing were self-defense. You ran away because it wasn’t safe for you to stay.”

Shock.

That is all that I can feel.

Looking around the table, I can see different reactions. Most are variations of concern, and they are all now focused on me.

I don’t know what to say, so I sit there with wide eyes and start picking at the sleeves of my hoodie again. I feel Erik shift beside me, leaning more against my arm, which oddly allows me to relax a bit more.

“Mr. Moores, umm.. Sir.” Erik timidly speaks up.

“Erik, stay out of this,” his brother cuts in.

Putting his hand up, the Mayor levels Andrei with a look of authority, causing him to drop his head down and to the side.

“Go on Erik, What is it you have to say?” Jonathan asks with honesty.

“Umm… You have shared some very… ah, sensitive information about Ren, but this doesn’t explain why we have all been brought to the Counsel Quarters.” Erik states while he starts to pick at my hoodie sleeve with me.

“That is true, Erik. We are here to discuss a few things, such as additional introductions, apologies, and arrangements.”

“Hi, Miss Lovren. I am Dr. Christopher Barlowe, but you can call me Chris. I am the second in command for Lunar Ridge,” the professor man introduces himself.

Then he continues, “If you ever need a sounding board, advice, or help with any of your studies, you can contact me. I am also the Principal for Lunar High.”

So, the professor is the Principal, and a Doctor is on top of it. Well, that explains how he is dressed and his aura. “Hello, Principal Chris. My friends and professors call me Ren.”

He smiles at the fact that I am still using titles but am open enough to allow him to use a nickname.

“I have been more or less introduced,” the Mayor says. “My name is Stanislav Dishinko. Everything and anything that happens within the town borders gets reported to me. It helps me keep the town safe.”

Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulls out a small device and passes it to me. Once it reaches Selena, her eyes bug out, and her jaw drops as she passes it to Erik, who also seems taken back.

“You seem to enjoy reading and night walking. While normally this isn’t smiled upon, I trust Jonathan when he says you are a good kid.”

Pointing to the fob I now hold, he says, “That is a key fob that has been coded for the library levels of this building. Winter is coming, and the weather is going to get colder. This will allow you to enter the library when you are out at night. Just remember the guards will also be patrolling at night so that they might check in with you.”

I hold the fob tightly in my hand and smile at the ability to come and go from my safe place freely.

“Hey, Loven, you know me. Mitchell, but you can call me Mitch. I am a senior like you, captain of the soccer team, and I am training to be head of the guard once Jonathan retires.”

He glances briefly at Selena, “If you ever feel like you are in danger or anyone, and I mean Anyone, makes you feel like you are not safe or welcome here… please come and talk to me.”

Oh boy, that will cause some trouble with Selena, I think to myself.

Trying not to look at Selena, I can feel Erik’s shoulders jerk as he tries not to laugh. Under the table, I knock my leg into his to get him to hold it together.

“I am Aliaksandr but I guess you since we are using nicknames you can call me Alek. I am kind of like the brains of the operation. I tend to follow in Principal Chris’s footsteps. I am in charge of the school council and the debate team captain. I am here if you need anything… as your school council president or anything… at all.”

This time, I take a good look at him.

He has a broader nose than the others in the town and has long, dark blonde, almost brown hair and fair skin. While his face is on the rounder side, his shirt and shorts clearly show that he works out. What is interesting about Alek is the controlled level of energy coming from his almost white-blue eyes.

It is almost as if he knows that I am sensitive to other people’s energy and doesn’t want his energy to scare me away. This piqued my interest in seeing what he has behind his walls.

The sound of a chair scraping the floor pulls my attention from Alek to the jade-eyed boy. The room is now an eerie silence as you both stare each other down.

The boy bows at the waist without breaking eye contact, “My name is Mikhail Dishinko, son of Stanislave and Ekaterina Dishinko.”

He holds his bow as if waiting for something.

My only thought is to return the gesture. Standing from my chair, I curtsy in return, “Hello, Mikhail. I am Lovern. Daughter of the late Stefan and Jovana ermm… Well, I don’t know what our last name was. The police reports never said what it was.”

We both retake our seats, and the room is now more melancholy.

“Well, we all know I am Erik, and the muscle back there is my big bro, Andrei,” Erik says with a bright smile. “Now that introductions are over, what’s next?”

Looking at Erik, I smile softly and begin to think that having him as a friend isn’t such a bad idea.

“Ah, I think next was apologies,” I say, looking at Principal Chris. “I am sorry, Principal Chris, for causing an incident on the first day of school. I honestly di...”

“Wait a minute,” Mikhail interrupts me, all eyes focusing on him.

“Why are you apologizing to anyone?” he asks.

Looking at him and then around the room, I notice he is not the only one who seems confused. Even Selena seems baffled. “Why wouldn’t I? I blocked Selena’s locker, she made a comment that I reacted to badly by saying things I shouldn’t have said.”

Looking to the Principal again, “I need to apologize for my actions of disrespecting another student while on school grounds,” then look to Selena, “and apologize to you, Selena, for saying things that I should not have in the heat of the moment.”

“You have honor, Miss Lovren,” the Mayor comments. “That is a rare quality to find amongst people your age and even rarer with someone of your history. I like you.”

“Papa is right, Miss Lovren.” Mikhail agrees but turns a heated glare to Selena. “It seems that you have a grace and poise that not all of us have.”

I can visibly see Selena shrink in her seat under his gaze. Looking between them both, it amazes me that he would be so stern towards his friend’s girl. Glancing at Mitchell, I can see he is just as upset at Selena because he won’t even look up from the table.

With a sharpness to her voice, Rachel speaks, “Selena, don’t you have something to say for yourself in front of the council? To your foster sister Lovren?”

Nodding, Selena sits up straighter and looks at me with misty eyes, “Sorry, Lovren. I know I have not been the best at welcoming you to our home or to the school but I will try to be better.”

She glances over to Mikhail briefly before continuing, “I am also sorry for calling you a charity case and something my… our parents are using to look good for Mr. Dishinko.”

At that, Selena bows her head down, and to the side, her eyes cast downwards. I watch her and wait for something to happen; that is when I feel a powerful energy sweeping over me.

Looking back at the Dishinko men, I see that they are both watching me closely while everyone else is watching Selena. I can feel my own aura pushing back in response to them trying to keep me from drowning under the pressure.

I feel a breath in my ear before I hear Erik whisper, “You have to formally accept before anyone will move, Ren.”

Without dropping my eyes from the overpowering men at the other end of the table, I say, “I accept your apology Selena. Let us work on getting along better for the sake of everyone here.”

Now, there is almost an electric crackling in the air between the three of you. The whole table feels the energy pouring through the room.

Soon, it feels like the wave is going to crash over me, and I abruptly stand, breaking the concentration of the Dishinko men.

“If you will excuse me, I have to go and see the nurse again for my face,” I say as I grab my bag and head towards the door.

“My face is really starting to hurt, and I am getting dizzy from not eating lunch. Ah yeah… so I would love to continue this ermm… discussion at another time.”

With that, I bolted out the door.

Luckily, the elevator was still on the top floor.

Once I was inside, just as the elevator doors started to close, I could see Mikhail and Erik come barreling out of the door while calling my name. Unable to catch the door, all they could do was watch me in the glass elevator go down and then watch as I ran off the school grounds.

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Power Struggle: Chapter 1

Summary:

Roman Prince didn’t plan on walking home in the rain after his first hero fight, dressed only in his boxers, mask, and boots. And he certainly hadn’t expected his invisibility to give out on him while he was either. But that’s what happens when you’re stuck sharing your powers with your troublesome twin.

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Warnings: Conflict

Chapter 1: Costume Not Included

Roman practically dove into the alleyway, pressing his bare back against the cold, damp wall as a group of people rushed past, phones clutched in their hands. He held his breath until the sound of their footsteps faded, then pushed off the wall and stalked deeper into the alley, raking a hand through his soaked hair.

He growled under his breath. “Remus... Why now? Why tonight?”

He glanced down at his hand, focusing, willing the familiar clear outline to shimmer into place—but nothing happened. “Oh, come on! This is not the kind of attention I wanted.” He whined, dragging a hand down his face.

The ground shook as something landed with a thud behind Roman. He jumped, spinning around with his hands raised. His eyes trailed up from combat boots, past a collection of overstuffed pockets, to a purple hoodie and a black mask. He paused.

“Woah, easy.” The masked figure held their hands up. He raised a hand up to his neck, turning his head away with a grimace. “You just, uh, well… Looked like you were mugged.”

Roman folded his arms, glaring. “Yeah, you’re a little late to the party. There’s a bank around the corner—Bonnie’s probably still there waiting for you.”

“What?” The mask around the young man’s nose scrunched up in confusion. “No, I’m not- I’m one of the good guys.”

Roman snorted. “Could’ve fooled me with that costume.”

The hero quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah and what are you supposed to be? The Flash?”

Roman’s cheeks burned as he looked away. “Maybe…”

The hero shook his head with a slight smirk, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out. “New to this, huh?”

Roman hesitated, his hand hovering over the jacket before he finally snatched it and pulled it on. He sighed, his voice low and begrudging. “Yeah… But I know what I’m doing.”

“So, um, spandex incident or…?”

“Spandex incident.” Roman muttered, disgruntled. “How was I supposed to know it didn’t mix well with heat?”

“You’re not from the city’s hero agency?” The hero ducked under the awning across from Roman, leaning against the wall.

Roman scoffed, moving to stand under the awning himself. “The hero agency? Please. I don’t need some big shot agency telling me what I can and can’t do. They don’t know what a true hero looks like.”

“So they shot you down or...?”

“They called me a sidekick type. Me .” Roman huffed. “Do I look like a sidekick?”

The hero blinked, clearly taken aback. “...No?” He ducked his head, giving Roman a quick once-over before quickly looking away again, cheeks warming. “I mean, you look pretty strong.”

“Apparently, invisibility is a power only a sidekick would have. Can you believe that? I mean a hero can do so much with the power of invisibility. I can do so much with invisibility.”

The hero quirked his eyebrow. “You can?”

Roman coughed, trying to call upon his power again without success. “I’m just out of juice right now,” he offered.

“Right, well, I should continue my patrol. Are you going to be okay, Princey?”

“Princey?” Roman narrowed his eyes. “I never told you my hero name.”

The hero hesitated a second before gesturing to Roman. “Your boxers have crowns on them, so I just thought it was a fitting nickname.”

Roman chuckled uncomfortably, pulling the jacket down to cover them a bit more. He paused. “You probably want this back, don’t you?”

“I’ll just get it from you next time I see you.”

Roman nodded, his lips turning up as he squared his shoulders, a hint of pride in his voice. “It’s Red Prince, by the way.”

The hero gave a nod, grabbing onto the rungs of the fire escape. “Overcast.”

“Nice to meet you—” Roman’s eyes widened as he hurried after Overcast. “Wait! You’re that villain everyone’s been talking about!” He shook his head. “When I catch you, you’re going to be—”

There was a sudden tug, pulling the jacket to the metal of the rungs and sticking Roman there. He lifted his head to see Overcast holding a remote.

Overcast waved it in Roman’s face. “Yeah, I think you mean if you catch me, Princey.”

Roman sputtered, pushing against the bars to try and escape. He watched helplessly as Overcast climbed the fire escape. He huffed. “You can’t just leave me like this!”

“I think I can.” Overcast laughed. “Good luck getting out.”

Roman slipped his arms free of the jacket and bolted up the ladder. He growled when he reached the top—Overcast was already gone. “I will catch you, Overcast, I promise.” He shivered as a breeze ran over him.

Sighing, he tried once more to activate his power. The familiar clear outline finally shimmered around him. “Finally,” he muttered, checking one more time for Overcast before heading down the ladder.

He’d find him again. He knew he would.

Roman climbed into his room through the window, closing it and the curtains before the shimmer around him disappeared. The familiar chaos of his room greeted him—a tangle of clothes, half-finished sketches, and discarded props strewn across every available surface. He kicked off his boots, tossing them into the closet along with his mask and slamming it shut. His gaze fell to the borrowed jacket clutched in his hands. He sighed, the weight of the night settling on his shoulders.

“Roman?”

Roman jumped, throwing the jacket onto his bed before spinning toward the door, folding his arms awkwardly across his chest. “Logan! Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to barge in.”

Logan gave him an unimpressed look. “I knocked several times. You didn’t answer, so I assumed you were asleep.”

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Roman muttered, clearing his throat. “Did you need something?”

“Have you seen Remus? He said he was going to the store, but it’s been hours.”

Roman shrugged. “No clue. Now, if you don’t mind, could you let me get dressed?”

Logan’s gaze swept over Roman, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. “You’re the Red Prince?”

Roman froze, his laugh coming out forced and high-pitched. “What? Pfft, no way. Where’d you get that idea?”

Logan stepped toward the closet, resting a hand on the sliding door. “Do you mind if I—”

Roman swiftly ducked under Logan’s arm, pushing him back. “Don’t go in there!”

Logan tilted his head. “Is there a reason you don’t want me looking in your closet?”

“It’s… private.”

“Roman, it’s a closet. How private could it be?”

“I keep my shrines in there,” Roman tried.

“A shrine or two isn’t going to stop me.” Logan slid the door open. One of Roman’s boots toppled out.

Roman chuckled uneasily, snatching it up and shoving it back in. “How did that get there?”

Logan adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing. “You’re the Red Prince.”

Roman grimaced. “Yeah…”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You know the costume isn’t included with the job, right? They weren’t going to hand you one when you got there.”

“Oh, ha ha.” Roman sighed, pulling on a shirt. “I had one. It just… didn’t handle heat well.”

Logan crossed his arms, eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you put any research into suitable fabric blends for hero suits?”

“Hey, spandex was on the list! How was I supposed to know my first fight would be with some fire-wielding maniac?”

“Spandex may be on the list, but you do realize it’s only April and still rather cold at night, right?” Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I suppose that’s not the most egregious failure in costume planning I’ve heard though.”

Roman’s face brightened. “See? Exactly! Just a minor hiccup.”

“Minor hiccup?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “You climbed through your window half-naked and soaking wet. I wouldn’t be surprised if you come down with a fever tomorrow.”

“Well, what would you have me wear? Jeans and a sweater?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Roman. Jeans aren’t nearly flexible enough for combat. If you need something form-fitting that works in a wider range of temperatures, I’d suggest neoprene.”

“Neoprene?” Roman frowned.

Logan rolled his eyes. “They use it for wetsuits.”

Roman’s face lit up. “Logan, that’s genius !” He dashed to his desk to scribble a note. “It’s even waterproof!”

Logan’s lips twitched up at the corner. “If you need more assistance with the design, I’d be willing to offer suggestions.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks, Logan.” Roman waved him off with a dramatic flourish, tongue poking out as he sketched new patterns. This suit was going to be so much better. Maybe he’d even add a cape this time.

A real hero’s cape.

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