tended to focus on male heroes and villains a lot more than they do females. To a point they still do, but people like Liz and Jeanie are starting to change that fact.”
“And you,” I say.
She gives me a slight smile. “And me,” she agrees. “Soon, you will, too. Are you certain you want to partner up with Trent, though?” she asks, showing me a picture of Duplicitous and two of her doppelgangers holding up a bank. “It seems to me that you could do just fine as a solo act.”
I hesitate, staring at the image. I can practically picture myself in that position, with Ditto on my right and another on my left--I blink as something flickers in the corner of my eye, and I jerk, just in time to see a faint shadow of someone disappearing.
“I was right,” Falconess says with a satisfied expression. “You can do it if you try. Then, after we get you used to creating two of them, we’ll start with small changes--you can change Ditto’s clothes, can’t you?” she asks. “I see she’s not wearing the swimsuit from yesterday.”
“Yeah, we change her clothes all the time,” I admit.
“Then we’ll work on hair and eye color later, but first focus on the big things--you’re going up against Dragon, remember?” she says. “You need every trick you can think of if you’re going to make it look good.”
I nod, focusing on the idea of a second Ditto. Just think of all the stuff I could do with three of us! I would never have to stay awake in class ever again!
***
“So for just a moment I can bring up a third one!” I tell Trent excitedly as I get to our first official class. “I don’t know what she’ll be called, probably Repeat or something, but there’s going to be three of me!”
“Three of you,” he says, not looking nearly as excited as I feel. “Okay...”
“Is there a problem with three of me?” I ask, giving him a dirty look.
“Well, it seems a bit...”
“You’re kidding me, right?” Jack asks as he heads for us. “ANOTHER one of you?”
I grin at him shamelessly, knowing he’s not going to like that idea one bit and not caring. It’s only Trent’s less-than-happy reaction that bothers me. What’s wrong with there being more of me?
Well, other than the urge to fight with myself for stuff like hand-holding privilege... I mean, I’ve gotten jealous over Ditto before, and I’m pretty sure she gets jealous of me once in a while, too--which is ridiculous, since we’re the same person. Sometimes it just doesn’t feel like it, though.
“Hey, Ace!” Jack calls across the room. “Em’s working on a second Ditto!”
“What?” Ace asks, looking shocked. “You mean there’d be three of her for the debut?”
“Yeah!”
Ace looks at me, staring for a long moment before rubbing his temple. “I’m getting a headache already,” he complains.
“Hey, I’m not that bad!” I say. “And there can be as many of you as you imagine, so it’s still not a fair fight!”
“We need to plot it out,” he says, lounging in his chair and looking thoughtful. “Something the cameras can follow, right?”
“I’m so proud of you, man,” Max says as he drops down in his own chair, “you’ve been doing your super villain homework--unlike others I could mention,” he drawls with a pointed look at Jack.
“Hey, it’s not in my resume to be a brain,” Jack says with a shrug. “I’m just there for the brute force battles--Ace can do the thinking crap.” He pulls out his phone, tapping on it for a long moment before scowling and putting it away. He doesn’t even seem to notice Keliah stealing the seat next to his--Aubrey’s seat. I do, though.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, oozing sympathy. Jack looks at her blankly for a long moment before looking over at Trent.
“When’d we get a mini-blonde?” he asks blankly.
I can’t help the snicker that escapes me, especially when Trent just looks at him for a
“And you,” I say.
She gives me a slight smile. “And me,” she agrees. “Soon, you will, too. Are you certain you want to partner up with Trent, though?” she asks, showing me a picture of Duplicitous and two of her doppelgangers holding up a bank. “It seems to me that you could do just fine as a solo act.”
I hesitate, staring at the image. I can practically picture myself in that position, with Ditto on my right and another on my left--I blink as something flickers in the corner of my eye, and I jerk, just in time to see a faint shadow of someone disappearing.
“I was right,” Falconess says with a satisfied expression. “You can do it if you try. Then, after we get you used to creating two of them, we’ll start with small changes--you can change Ditto’s clothes, can’t you?” she asks. “I see she’s not wearing the swimsuit from yesterday.”
“Yeah, we change her clothes all the time,” I admit.
“Then we’ll work on hair and eye color later, but first focus on the big things--you’re going up against Dragon, remember?” she says. “You need every trick you can think of if you’re going to make it look good.”
I nod, focusing on the idea of a second Ditto. Just think of all the stuff I could do with three of us! I would never have to stay awake in class ever again!
***
“So for just a moment I can bring up a third one!” I tell Trent excitedly as I get to our first official class. “I don’t know what she’ll be called, probably Repeat or something, but there’s going to be three of me!”
“Three of you,” he says, not looking nearly as excited as I feel. “Okay...”
“Is there a problem with three of me?” I ask, giving him a dirty look.
“Well, it seems a bit...”
“You’re kidding me, right?” Jack asks as he heads for us. “ANOTHER one of you?”
I grin at him shamelessly, knowing he’s not going to like that idea one bit and not caring. It’s only Trent’s less-than-happy reaction that bothers me. What’s wrong with there being more of me?
Well, other than the urge to fight with myself for stuff like hand-holding privilege... I mean, I’ve gotten jealous over Ditto before, and I’m pretty sure she gets jealous of me once in a while, too--which is ridiculous, since we’re the same person. Sometimes it just doesn’t feel like it, though.
“Hey, Ace!” Jack calls across the room. “Em’s working on a second Ditto!”
“What?” Ace asks, looking shocked. “You mean there’d be three of her for the debut?”
“Yeah!”
Ace looks at me, staring for a long moment before rubbing his temple. “I’m getting a headache already,” he complains.
“Hey, I’m not that bad!” I say. “And there can be as many of you as you imagine, so it’s still not a fair fight!”
“We need to plot it out,” he says, lounging in his chair and looking thoughtful. “Something the cameras can follow, right?”
“I’m so proud of you, man,” Max says as he drops down in his own chair, “you’ve been doing your super villain homework--unlike others I could mention,” he drawls with a pointed look at Jack.
“Hey, it’s not in my resume to be a brain,” Jack says with a shrug. “I’m just there for the brute force battles--Ace can do the thinking crap.” He pulls out his phone, tapping on it for a long moment before scowling and putting it away. He doesn’t even seem to notice Keliah stealing the seat next to his--Aubrey’s seat. I do, though.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, oozing sympathy. Jack looks at her blankly for a long moment before looking over at Trent.
“When’d we get a mini-blonde?” he asks blankly.
I can’t help the snicker that escapes me, especially when Trent just looks at him for a
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