Jerry's Hero Costume

"Jerry, Jerry!"

Just then, a familiar voice came from ahead. Jerry looked up and saw Elsa jumping out of a police car with her Magic Bubble Gun, shouting as she sprinted toward him.

"All right, I'll leave the child to you. I'm heading out!"

Seeing police officers walking toward him, Tony gave a quick greeting, activated his armor, and took off.

He had no intention of wasting precious time chatting with the police.

This trip had given him some new inspiration, and he needed to get back and test it as soon as possible.

"Thanks! Don't forget the model you promised!"

Jerry waved goodbye and thanked Iron Man as he flew into the sky, while also reminding him about the model he had promised earlier.

"Jarvis, is my image really that bad in the eyes of children out there? I'm Tony Stark, for God's sake."

Jerry's repeated reminders, as if he did not trust him at all, bruised Tony's pride a little.

"Sir, you simply tend to forget things like this sometimes," Jarvis replied tactfully.

"Is that so? Then have the lab's robotic arms make him a scale model suit of armor based on that boy's height, and have Miss Potts mail it to him first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, sir!"

Only after Tony Stark vanished completely in his armor did Jerry return to normal.

"Jerry, Jerry, did you send those demons back to hell?"

Elsa ran up to Jerry and asked excitedly.

"Of course. As the Demon Lord, sending them to hell is what I do best!"

Jerry smiled and patted Elsa's head.

"Elsa, why are you here alone? Where's Dad?"

"Chief Hass just received word and thought you were still over at the Warehouse, so he personally led a team there!"

Teacher Bailey, who had already let go of Jerry, explained from the side.

It seemed that Iron Man had already sent the police station the Warehouse's location while rescuing him.

Still, it did not matter. He had been especially careful during the fight and should not have left behind any evidence that he had killed those gangsters.

Three of the gangsters had died to the Dagger, and that murder weapon had long since been restored into a Stool Leg. The last gangster had died between Jerry's legs, and no Fingerprints had been left behind either.

He had also been especially careful not to get any Bloodstains on himself during the fight.

Even if he had left Fingerprints, it would not have mattered much. The four gangsters had taken him from the School Bus all the way to the Warehouse, so some physical contact was inevitable.

Most importantly, no one would believe that an eleven-year-old boy with excellent grades and conduct could kill four vicious, gun-wielding gangsters without a scratch while locked inside a room.

"Teacher Bailey, I'm a little tired. Let's go back to the car and rest for a while."

The aftereffects of activating Superman State had not fully faded yet. Rather than standing around here, he might as well find somewhere to rest and take a short nap.

"Okay, I'll take you to your dad's car to rest!"

Teacher Bailey hurriedly nodded and led the bouncing Elsa and Jerry to the car.

As for the police officers who had gathered around them, Jerry knew most of them. They were basically all his father's Colleagues. After he greeted the uncles and sisters, he received a round of praise.

What he had done on the School Bus had already spread among the police officers. Now, whenever they saw Jerry, they would praise him with a line about how a tiger father could not have a dog son.

Some older police officers with children of their own would inexplicably think of their Naughty Children whenever they saw Jerry. Comparing the two, they could only let out a long sigh.

When it came to involution among children his age, Jerry was undoubtedly number one in all of Queens.

Midnight, in a Residential Building somewhere in Queens.

Jerry pressed the ringing Alarm Clock off and slowly sat up in bed.

A little over an hour after they returned to the School Bus, Hass, his father in this world, heard that Iron Man had brought Jerry back and rushed home in a panic.

The four robbers had been killed, and nearly all the bank's Cash had been recovered. The rest was no longer so important.

So Chief Hass took Jerry and Elsa, along with Teacher Bailey, whom he had invited, to an upscale Restaurant in Queens for a lavish meal to celebrate Jerry's safe return.

During the meal, Jerry subtly learned from Hass that the Police Station did not suspect him. They merely believed that some highly skilled Unknown Hero had carried out an Act of Bravery, killed the four robbers, cleaned up the evidence, and left.

Of course, the police did not encourage such private action. Moreover, since all the evidence had been cleaned up so thoroughly, the Police Station had reason to believe that this Unknown Hero was not so simple.

After getting up and dressed, Jerry put on a Baseball Cap, carefully opened his bedroom door, crossed the living room, and quickly left the apartment with his Magic Wand in hand. He arrived at the building's Elevator.

Starting today, he had decided to set aside two or three hours every night to earn Little Red Stars.

Little Red Stars were currently his most important resource. Traveling to a Small World required Little Red Stars, accelerating his magic studies required Little Red Stars, and activating Superman State also required Little Red Stars.

Little Red Stars came from doing good deeds, especially stopping crimes. The bigger the crime, the more Little Red Stars he could gain by stopping it. The events of the day had proven that perfectly.

Pulling down his Baseball Cap, Jerry carefully avoided the building's Cameras and Security Guard as he made his way to the first floor.

This was not the late twentieth-century world of Harry Potter. In a technologically advanced world like Marvel, Surveillance Equipment was everywhere throughout the Streets and Alleys.

If he did not want to be discovered so quickly by the police or S.H.I.E.L.D., which specialized in handling special incidents, he had to be even more careful.

The main issue was that he had not learned the Disillusionment Charm yet. Otherwise, he would not need to be so cautious.

Walking through the streets of Queens, Jerry did not immediately head for areas with high crime rates. Instead, he made several turns and skillfully arrived in front of a shop on a certain street.

"Lina's Magic Cottage!"

This was a shop that specialized in selling children all kinds of fairy-tale costumes and props. It was also Elsa's favorite. Several of Elsa's Ice Queen outfits and all sorts of Magic Wands had been bought here.

Why had Jerry come to this shop so late at night?

Of course, because he needed a costume of his own!

In reality, there would not be anything as absurd as Superman, where a simple pair of glasses could keep people from recognizing him.

To avoid being recognized while earning Little Red Stars, he needed, like all Super Heroes, a distinctive costume that could conceal his face.

For a proper Wizard, what outfit could possibly suit him better than a Wizard Robe?

As Jerry understood it, Lina's Magic Cottage happened to sell several Wizard Robes in different colors and styles.