Henry's emotions were a tangled mess, and a hint of bitterness crept into his voice. "I know Gwen might agree to something like that, but I also know that once she did, she'd regret it someday. So why put her through that?"
How could Henry not have noticed what Gwen Stacy was thinking? Did they really think he was some oblivious blockhead?
He hadn't known her since she was in diapers, but he had still watched her grow up. In his mind, she was mostly still that awkward young girl, just like Skye and Lorna, who were playing carefree with Kitty before him. He really couldn't bring himself to cross that line.
Yet that single glance gave Katharine Hepburn the wrong idea. Her next remark nearly sent Henry's soul flying out through the top of his head. "Or are you waiting for one of those two to grow up?"
With wide eyes and a slack mouth, Henry stared speechlessly at the mischievously grinning old woman. The agitated Kryptonian raised his voice in protest. "Kate, was that really necessary? Why would you think I liked two scrawny girls flatter than mirrors?"
No sooner had he finished criticizing them than Henry noticed the iron Frisbee flying straight toward him. That meant Kitty, the "Tabby Cat" weighing over six hundred pounds, was charging his way at fifty or sixty kilometers an hour.
Had they been somewhere deserted, the Kryptonian would have either kicked Kitty to the moon or thrown him over his shoulder, reminding this "Tabby Cat" once again who was boss.
But in Central Park, with people playing everywhere, Henry could only watch helplessly as Kitty charged without looking ahead, his head turned toward the Frisbee, then leaped! He crashed straight into Henry.
With the iron Frisbee in his mouth, the "Tabby