Page 18 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“But I’m not one. And I’m not saying you can’t be femme and a supervillain.”
“Then what?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re just…not very good at supervillaining.”
“What?” His jaw drops.
“Well, you’re not. You’re a terrible liar. Inspector inspecting inspection stuff? I mean, come on. And what’s with all the signing? Is that supposed to be your move or something? You want a good example of a supervillain? Look at The Phantom. He goes around, charges a fortune to reconnect you with your loved ones, doesn’t even let you speak to them, and then leaves you high and dry.”
Jay Walking grimaces.
“Gee, don’t get a boner about him,” he says.
“I’m not,” I reply and point at my groin. Flat and undisturbed as before.
Jay Walking stares down at my groin, though if it’s enough proof I don’t have a boner for The Phantom and I’m not a homophobe, I’m not sure.
“Well, The Phantom is just a scam artist.” After a few moments, he glances back up at me. “While I am a true villain. And if you must know, signatures aren’t my thing. They’re my power.”
“Your power?”
“My power.”
“Your power.” I sigh. “Great. Love your power. Love your work. I’m still gonna go get security, you supervillain.”
“You can’t go,” he whines as soon as I grab the doorknob and resume my previous objective.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Because I signed you.”
I look down at my arm and back to him.
“You did, indeed.”
“Yeah. So you can’t go get security.”
“And that would be…why exactly?”
“Because I signed you. You’re mine.”
“I’m what?” I raise an eyebrow.
“You’re mine. Well, you’re supposed to be anyway.”
“Supposed to be?” I ask and let go of the knob to study him closer.
He’s truly a fascinating person. And I can only understand half the things that come out of his mouth.
“Well, yeah. I don’t know. I’ve never tried it before.”
“Tried what exactly?”
“Signing a person.”
I hum and cross my fingers in front of my face in concentration.
“I don’t think signing means what you think it means.” He huffs. “So I’m just gonna go.”
