"I hate illusionists," Teddy muttered as thirteen different Billys pleaded silently at him.
He was in a house of mirrors, every reflection was Billy, and the voice of some b-lister was playing in the background, "Your love is behind one of these mirrors. Choose carefully, hero. Or things could go wrong in a very bad way."
"Wow. Original. Of course," Teddy continued, looking straight up at the roof, "As a shapeshifter, I can always tell when someone's faking."
He rocketed up through the ceiling. Sure enough, there stood Mysterio. Or so his eyes told him…
"Ok, I'll stick to the script: where's Billy?"
The maybe-villain pointed upwards. An impossibly high diving board with an unconscious Billy poised precariously on top.
"Yeah, that's too easy. So I'll ask again: Where's B-"
A whoosh of air. And an annoying snicker in Teddy's ear. That meant…
"…TOMMY!"
But the green blur was already at the top of the diving board. "Man, Teddy. You actually left Billy up here? I'm impressed- even I'm not that cru-"
'Billy' sprang up and grabbed Tommy's throat.
Everything decelerated. The world seemed to move in slow motion.
Teddy heard a smash and turned to see the mirrors below shattering in unison, glass spiralling into the air, revealing dynamite with very little fuse.
Up on the diving board, Tommy flailed as tried to wrestle the hands from his neck.
Wings burst from Teddy's back and he took to the air, he could see everything, every detail, going half its normal speed. He rushed, but it was like he was moving through treacle. And Tommy's eyes changed, his interminable smugness for once, briefly, replaced with fear. And the villain wearing Billy's face looked on impassive, as his thumb pressed in, and a 'snap' rang through the air.
Then everything sped back up.
Tommy's body dropped to the ground, the fuse ran out and Teddy roared in the same moment.
Then everything went white.