"Impressive, right?!" Aisha planted her hands on her hips and grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. Little Bruce looked her up and down before saying, "So your ability is making people afraid?"
Aisha nodded vigorously, then shook her head just as hard. "I can make lots of people afraid, and I can eat other people's fear, and also... anyway, fear!"
After thinking for a moment, Little Bruce decided not to press the issue. Aisha's logic was headache-inducingly muddled, and getting The Truth out of her would take far too long.
Little Bruce's gaze lingered on Spider-Man for two seconds before shifting away. Spider-Man immediately darted in front of him and said, "Hey! Hey, what about me? Aren't you going to ask what my power is?"
"We've already seen your power." Helen sighed. "Later, we'll all put in earplugs, and you can just launch psychic attacks at the enemy... like you did to that weirdo before."
"Oh, okay."
"Ha, now we've got everything." Harley laughed, her gaze sweeping over everyone present. "Tank, crowd control, physical damage, magical damage... and of course, how can a team fight be complete without a commander?"
Seeing Harley's teasing look, Little Bruce turned his head and rolled his eyes slightly. Then he said, "Then listen carefully. The commander is about to make a plan."
Deep within the maze, at the end of a dark corridor, a figure stopped with his back against the wall. He panted heavily, cursing in dialect.
Cant braced one hand against the wall and looked up at the identical maze corridor before him. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "This damned maze. Why does every path look the same? Even the markers have disappeared."
He hesitated, wanting to press the distress button on his arm or simply smash through the ceiling and