"How come I've never heard of someone like that? Chocolate Hero?"
Though it was freezing outside, Diana's demigod physique was not afraid of the cold. She swiftly grabbed an ice cream from the pile of snacks and sat on the old sofa in the living room to enjoy it.
"Didn't the Justice League deal with an incident involving the 'Dialer' before? I'm talking about Dial H for Hero."
Deathstroke sat down on the sofa as well. Beside him was Bobo, whom Harley had grabbed and was playing with like a doll.
The Dialer looked like an old-fashioned red telephone. As long as its Possessor dialed the four numbers on its rotary dial that spelled out the word HERO, they could instantly transform and gain whatever superpower they wanted.
Powers that were too strong were out of the question, but summoning Chocolate Man was no problem at all. As long as combat strength was not required, anything was possible.
The new generation's Dial H for Hero was being hunted by every side. Plenty of people wanted that phone; it was incredibly sought after.
Think about it. If you summoned Chocolate Man, even your foot-washing water would be hot cocoa. How much money could you make by opening a shop? What if you transformed into Milk Tea Bun Hero? Or Charcoal Grilled Sausage Hero?
You could set up a stall near any middle school and monopolize the local market.
Well, according to Sepulk's latest intelligence, the Dialer's Possessor had recently transformed himself into Invincible Zebra-Donkey Hero. He was probably still over in Africa digging up grass roots to eat, living a miserable life.
Sure enough, having powerful abilities was useless without a mind to match.
"So it was the Dialer. That thing caused us quite a bit of trouble back then." Diana