The streets were empty, the dark, tall buildings towering over him; threateningly closing in on him. The wind whistled throughout the entire town, its chill insistently reaching even the most tucked corners of each and every house.

But he wasn't cold.

No, the cold didn't push through his skin and to his bones like it did with the rest of the citizens.

He squinted with caution ahead of him, scrutinizing his surroundings with the utmost silent, almost invisible. Even while not being one of his actual powers, he could wholly control the power of going unnoticed, unseen.

"Do you see it?" he heard the voice mutter somewhere close to him.

"No," he affirmed, his lips forming a line and the frown, scarce but still there, alert. "Not yet," he added under his breath. "Let's go," he turned to his sidekick, the black one-piece with the white stripe across his chest contrasting brightly against the dull tones of the downtown.

Captain Oreo's blue, electric eyes that were only visible because of the holes in his black mask were just as vigilantly attentive, darting to as many places as real, human time allowed.

"It should be coming any moment now," the tiny, serious voice of his counterpoint murmured, sensing through the familiar tingling sensation inside him, the ever so slightly tremor that got closer and closer.

The only two people that were on the street at that moment turned around and raised their heads –one of them, shocked, the other, unimpressed- so much that their necks were hurting after two seconds.

Only they didn't have two seconds.

Just as the beast grumbled again, its claws were already fumbling ahead and covering just as much as it could reach, not with much control over its limbs. Which was just an advantage for them.

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He started bolting and running towards the giant dinosaur, zigzagging to avoid the spastic movements of the red creature with its brown motes speckled all over its scaled back as it continued to screech low with hunger.

He bounced off the glass walls of the buildings, sprinting from side to side, dangerously approaching the beast's lime green, honeycomb hexed tummy. He was getting closer and closer, and he knew he could do this; he dodged the monster's titanic foot just as he was inches away from its textured skin, so real, so near. He extended his arm and tickled the beast!

He hared away from it, seeing the immense look of relief on Captain Oreo's face as he smiled to him, the beast's brutal, lamenting howl resounding across the city. He stopped on his track, smoke coming out of his heels.

Nightbird turned and nodded with a beam to his sidekick, this time bolting from building to building, higher and higher and then onto the dinosaur's elbow, leaping to its armpit when his partner flew in front of its azure snout to make a funny, mocking face, giving enough time for the swift, curly haired superhero to tickle the scales there.

He swung to the other side of the beast's massive side, but he had to grasp at its elbow, clutching and holding on tightly with a taken aback expression on his face.

"Oreo!" he bellowed with a now scared, worried countenance, watching his sidekick being thrown out of the way by the creature's claws. Nightbird glowered darkly and frowning profoundly at the beast, that was now looking at him, immediately regretting its action.

"Oops," it uttered with its loud, raspy hum, eyes wide with concern for its self well being.

If he was doing this, he was doing it right.

He dashed down the street, about five blocks down away from the beast, which was staring at its opponent, fiddling with its claws, its large, thorned tail surrounding his jointed legs, preparing for the worse.

He crouched like those guys he had seen on TV just about to run a marathon, the intense gaze on his eyes, hot sparks flying –literally- off of them.

He began to race, feeling the burning trail under his tiny feet as he ran to the living thing, never taking his eyes away from the terrified pair.

He bent his knees for a millisecond just before springing ahead and up and up towards the sky, lifting his arm in the air, tense and ready to strike and he was falling down and down, still gazing into those worried, orange eyes that were looking up at him, ruefully, just as he swayed his arm back for a stronger drive.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh—"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" he heard his brother cry next to him.

He lowered his arm, brave, defiant expression leaving his face and turned to look down at Cooper, clutching at his eye.

"Ouch! Blaine!" he whined, frowning and staring fixedly at him with one eye, the other one still beneath the heel of his hand.

Blaine's eyes flew wide open.

"Oh my god, Coop, I'm so sorry!" he hopped off from the table and ran up to his brother's side, throwing his head back enough to take a good look at his expression, measuring if he was mad or just overreacting as he tugged lightly at his black shirt and at a rather long piece of toilet paper wrapped around his waist.

"First that thing and now you," he said, rubbing the left side of his face, glaring down at his little brother. "I cannot believe it," he lamented under his breath.

"What were you doing there, anyway, I thought you were—" Blaine gasped as he spotted the wooden sword his sibling was clasping in his hand. "You wouldn't," he whispered loudly, walking backwards away from his brother.

"But it hit me!" he defended himself, incredulous.

"We have to talk about your attitude, Coop," Blaine deadpanned. "You can't hurt them," the tiny kid explained with a serious expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, but aren't we fighting off those terrible monsters?" his brother laid out, not believing his little brother.

"Yes, but we defeat and slay them in our ways, we're not the bad ones here, Coop," he shook his head, with condescending wisdom.

"But it hurt me," Cooper pressed victoriously, raising an eyebrow, satisfied with his clearly valid argument.

"And I had him," Blaine retorted, never losing his patience towards his sidekick. "Next time, I'll just have a talk with Bob," he nodded with half dropped eyelids.

"BOB?" his brother asked, a tad too loud. "You call him Bob now?" he bent to put his face inches away from his brother's.

"Yes, and he's extremely nice, he's just playing the wrong part for him," he replied calmly. "It's not his fault," he lifted his chin as he turned and started to go around the room, gathering the clothes and objects that were lying on the floor.

His brother returned to his position, blank stare at the wall.

He exhaled as he dragged a hand down his face, flinching at the residual pain in his temple. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, fondly.

"I swear to god, this kid..."