I heard the sound of rubber snapping into place and Lord Mechanika turned around, forcing me and the girl to turn with him. Standing in the center of the street, near a pothole created by Lord Mechanika’s steps, was Rubberman himself. His hands were balled into fists, but he looked less likely to throw a punch at Lord Mechanika and more like he was frustrated at his own powerlessness. His blue and white suit was slightly dusty from his previous clash with Lord Mechanika, while his normally sleek black hair was also messier than normal.
“Here I am, Elliot,” said Rubberman, spreading his arms. “Now, put down Beams and the girl.”
I looked at Lord Mechanika, who was now smirking in a way I didn’t like at all. Lord Mechanika took a step forward, a rather disgusting chuckling sound coming from
