CHAPTER TWELVE
Even though James hadn’t worn his costume in years, there was no mistaking it for the costume of anyone else. It was black and red and covered his whole body, similar to Rubberman’s, except he wore a hood and domino mask instead of a full facial mask. On his hands were two metal gauntlets which hummed with electricity, the titular Lightning Fists, which was how James had gotten his sidekick name from in the first place. I used to think it was such a cool costume, and I still did, but at the moment, I was more confused than anything.
“James?” I said as I sat up with some effort. “What are you doing here? And why are you wearing your old sidekick costume?”
“Because I figured you’d be in trouble,” said James. He gestured at the unconscious criminals. “Looks like my older bro
