Crime figh--fucking duo?

“So, what should we do now?” I asked, looking over at Keisha. Or rather, Ahe.

“Well, you've got superpowers now, might as well register them,” Ahe replied casually.

At his words, I felt a rush of giddy excitement once again. Superpowers. Me. It was almost too much to take in. All my life, I'd looked up to superheroes. I had posters of Atomizer, a man who could control and manipulate matter at a molecular level, hanging on my walls when I was a child. Or even Phantasma, the elusive figure who could phase through solid objects and manipulate people's perceptions of reality.

“And once you're registered, the game changes entirely. You're not just some ordinary bloke anymore. You're a superhero. And not just any superhero, probably the strongest one out there,” Ahe continued.

Strongest? I looked at him skeptically. “Why's that?”

Ahe chuckled, “Because you've got me. A ghost, a spirit, a invisible sidekick, name TBD. Let's say you're fighting a strong opponent. The mortal enemy of the current strongest hero, whoever they are. What's stopping me from just taking over his body, hm? One moment he's about to smash your skull in, the next he's on his knees sucking your cock.”

The thought made me laugh. It was absurd, ridiculous even. Yet, as I looked at Ahe, the black orbs of his eyes stared back at me, filled with nothing but earnest sincerity.

“So, we're a team now, huh?” I asked.

Ahe smirked, “Looks like it, lad. Welcome to the world of superheroes.”