- A quick second chapter

- The author does not owns Super Sons, nor its elements or anything related to the concept.

- For entertainmente purposes only.

- Please enjoy


"Capital." Mad Mod entered the altered mansion. "T'is will be an adequate bonus to the exquisite lady that helped me fund my new doohickeys" and offered his hand, helping White Rabbit to enter.

"I appreciate, of course, but tell me, how can we find the money now that it's a jungle… and a boat… out there?"

"Ah, I'd expected a lady with such a marvelous taste for a second self would appreciate my literary vision." He offered her a small pink triangle "Adjust t'is on your nose. It filters the perception-altering gas I dosed the manor with. He took a deep breath "Alas, it will prevent you from enjoying t'is great faint earl gray smell."

"Thanks. Let's find it."


Leaving the security room, Superboy tried to fly, just to fall on the ground.

"What happened?"

Robin sighed.

"Happy thoughts."

"What?"

"You're Peter Pan, you scallywag. You fly with happy thoughts. Let's find Smee… Pennyworth! I mean Pennyworth! Aaargh! Mad Mod will pay for this. I will make him waaa…" Robin shut his mouth, trying to avoid the expression "walk the plank" to leave it. "Darn it!"

Jon made a mental image of Damien tied in a chair, surrounded by insurance salesmen doing their pitches.

"You are right! I am flying. Now, where to? After my shadow, find Alfred or Mad Mod?"

" 'Ashra, tiss'a, thamania, those are illusions, sab'a, sitta, try to focus on what matter, khamsa, arba'a, thalaatha, let's assure Pennyworth is well first, ithnaan, wahid. Try to keep your mind busy with mathematics. Dez, nove, oito, sete…"

"Right." Superboy flew for some meters, before falling again

"Do you have any idea less painful? I can just think about one thing at a time."

"Let's just run. Multiples of eight: eight, sixteen, twenty-four, …"

They soon reached a large saloon, with now had a river running through it.

"Great." said Superboy, touching the water. "For an illusion, it's pretty wet."

"It's like hypnosis or such. As I said, keep your mind busy"

"I think it's working. I can hear the room clock."

"Good."

"Unless…"

"Unless what, landlubber? Gaaahh, stop the pirate thing. The square of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum…"

"Well, it's Peter Pan, right?"

The tick-tock seemed to get louder. Robin was motionless, looking at the water.

"Don't worry, Robin. You don't have anything close to a crocodile. Just a cow, a cat and a dog."

Soon, a massive red-ish thing with huge draconic wings emerged from the waters, the eerie clock sound coming from its interior.

"Oh, right. And Goliath."


Now, now, it would be cruel to stop here, wouldn't it, my duckies?