Turbo zipped through the back streets, laughing as the wind rushed past him. He was a blur of color to the people on the streets, but a shadow high above on the rooftops tracked his position. Jackal always knew where his partner was, always kept one eye on him to make sure he was alright. After all, they’d been together a lot longer than they’d been doing this hero thing, long before they’d made the change from friends to boyfriends. Jackal adjusted his jet black armor and lowered the visor of his helm. It was the best way to hide the glow from his eyes as the night grew darker. It was almost time to call their patrol for the evening. There were other heroes out there who stalked the night more effectively than a pair of inner-city teens who had to go to high school in the morning. And anyway, they had a nice stay-at-home date planned for tonight. Jackal began making his way down one of the fire escapes, pulling a phone out of his pocket.
“Hey, babe, ready to bounce?”
Turbo touched a button on the headset he wore under his light helmet and grinned when he heard Jackal’s voice.
“Ready. Just need a minute to get back to base. Meet you there?”
He was already turning, changing course with ease. Honestly, he’d probably be there before Jackal had a chance to respond. That was the upside to his powers. There were downsides of course. Heightened metabolism was a bitch and a half for a teenage boy. When you already want to eat everything in sight and then you need to eat even more everything? Yeah, it gets hard to explain and harder to manage.
“Yeah, sure. Mind if I borrow your jacket for the walk home?”
Turbo laughed, skidding to a halt in front of the abandoned warehouse they used as a homebase.
“Do I want my super hot boyfriend wearing my letterman? Does the moon orbit the Earth?”
Jackal was laughing as he came walking up a few minutes later. Turbo, now in his normal jeans and a t-shirt and known as Terry Walker, was leaning against the wall inside waiting for him. Jackal changed quickly, stowing his armor back in his duffle bag to take home and turned. With a grin, Max Jackson pulled Terry’s letterman jacket on and reached for Terry’s hand.
“Let’s go, babe. I’m so ready for movie night.”
They were on the train home when they heard the crash outside and exchanged a look. There was someone hovering over the tracks ahead of them. Terry sighed and unzipped his backpack.
“Looks like we’re going to have to postpone movies, handsome.”
Max looked out the window and nodded, reaching for his duffle bag.
“Yeah, this looks like the real deal. Give me a second to suit up and I’ll be right behind you.”