by Starsky Hutch 76
Early that morning, the new Arrowette and Flare shimmied up the ladder to Bonnie’s room. The Arrowcycle was carefully tucked away at the Arrowcave again. It had performed some neat trick where it shed the ruined tires and new ones appeared, so they were able to go back for Beth Harper’s car. Now they both simply needed to get out of costume and cleaned up before their parents discovered their outing.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be. As soon as they set foot in Bonnie’s room, the light flickered on, and there was Bonnie’s mom, Cissie.
“I-I can explain,” Bonnie said.
“No explanation necessary,” Cissie said. “I’ve seen the news. You’re on every channel. They love you!”
“Wh-what?” Bonnie said in confusion.
“You’re a hit!” Cissie exclaimed. “First thing we’ll need to do is get you a publicist. Thank goodness you had the good sense to not wear a mask. No offense, Beth.”
“You’re not mad?!” Bonnie exclaimed.
“It’s not the direction I had in mind for you, but it’s good publicity, nonetheless. Wait until you see the next step I have in mind for you.”
“Uh, what?” Bonnie said nervously.
“Taa-daa!” Cissie said, holding up a magazine with several costumed youths. The headline said, Meet the Junior JSA. “What do you think?” Cissie said.
“Well, Superboy’s kinda cute,” Bonnie said.
“I don’t know,” Beth said. “I kinda like Batwing.”