Lady Thunder’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. I just stared at her in disbelief, my jaw hanging open. Even Rubberman, who was usually better at handling these kinds of revelations than I was, could only stare at Lady Thunder as if he wasn’t quite sure that his ears were working correctly.
“Did you just say that Beams and I aren’t the official superheroes of Golden City anymore?” said Rubberman. He smiled weakly. “That’s a joke, right? And not a really good one, either. You know you’re not that funny, right, Alice?”
Lady Thunder, however, just smiled at us like she was enjoying some private joke at our expense. “You’re right about one thing, Dennis, and it is that I am no comedian. I am simply stating the truth.”
“The truth?” Rubberman repeated. “What truth? You just said we aren’t
