David Del Toro saw the crowd in front of the courthouse the moment the car turned onto 6th Street. His head thumped against the back of his seat, and he resisted the urge to groan.
“I don’t suppose you know a back way in?” he asked the driver.
“No, sir. Sorry. I’ll get you as close to the front door as I can.”
“I appreciate it,” Dave sighed more than spoke. He looked out the side window and pointedly ignored the glare of the woman next to him.
“Thanks a lot, White Knight,” she said, her tone half-joking. No, make that only a quarter joking.
He turned to face Agent Moreen Lee. At five-foot-five, with chin-length brown hair and a drab brown business suit, she was more intimidating than most supervillains he knew.
“Please don’t blame this on me,” he said.
“They’re not waiting out there to see me.”
Dave glanced back at the crowd. They were close enough for him to see details now, like the woman in a full wedding dress holding a sign that said, “Marry Me, White Knight!”
“You’d think it was a rock concert,” he muttered, “Not a trial that’s going to determine the outcome of a boy’s life.”
“Yeah, well, they must not get to see very many superheroes here.”
“But Ft. Lauderdale has its own superhero.”
Moreen drummed her fingers on the door handle. “Who can talk to birds. It’s not a very impressive power.”
“Those birds are one of the best surveillance networks in the country.”
“I’m not saying he’s not a good hero. I’m just saying you can see why his fan club might not be as big as yours.”
The car reached the courthouse before Dave could argue any further. The sidewalk was swamped with people. Men and women with cameras stood on top of benches to get shots over the heads of the crowd, and parents carried children on their shoulders to give them a better look. Fortunately, uniformed police officers had managed to keep a clear path to the front entrance.
Dave wished he wasn’t in costume. Without his mask, he’d be just an ordinary brown-haired man who could blend into the crowd—or blend in as much as was possible for someone who stood at six feet four inches. But he was testifying officially as White Knight, so he’d just have to deal with the mob.
The driver pulled up to the open path and wished them luck. Continue reading “Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 2