Previously: A Rooftop Confession (Part Three)
One night on his way to the movies, Nanoman was attacked by his worst enemies, the Nancyboy Brigade. He defeated them. When he got to the movie theater, though, his life partner, N. O. Botts, was nowhere to be found.
Nanoman called him.
“Sorry I was late. The Nancyboys attacked. I defeated them.”
“Late? For what?”
Nanoman couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You forgot our movie date!” he said. “Again!”
“Baby, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m so busy here in the lab.”
Nanoman, tearing up: “I’m beginning to think those reporters and bloggers are right! The ones who say we’ve never been seen in the same room together!”
A long pause.
“Nanoman. You can’t be seriously trying to imply that you are my secret identity, that we are the same person. Surely you know better. Being, after all, yourself, and not me.”
This threw off Nanoman, who was, like most Crimebusters, not particularly bright, and therefore easy to throw off. “No. Um. I just meant that we’re never in the same room together.” He slammed the phone down, which was difficult to do, since the “phone” was nothing but software running inside his own circuitry. But he managed to slam it all the same. That’s how angry he was.
Next: Fear of Flying