Chapter 11: L-Leon?!
While Barcus was looking at the disguised Leon, waiting for his response, a heated discussion was unfolding inside Leon's mind.
"What are we going to do?" the first voice asked. "Maybe we'll say I'm Batman? Like, I don't want to reveal my identity. I just want to live peacefully. This was all your idea!"
The second voice chuckled.
"Yeah, calling ourselves Batman would be pretty cool. I can already imagine us grabbing someone and yelling in a deep voice, 'Where's the detonator!'"
He closed his eyes as if picturing the scene but quickly opened them and continued:
"But seriously, I want us to reveal our identity. I understand you think fame will only bring problems, but trust me, for us, it'll bring more good than bad."
"I don't know..." muttered the first voice, scratching his head.
The second voice paused, thinking of how to convince the first. Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb lit up above his head.
"Leon," the second voice said slyly, "this will help us against Zola."
The first voice froze at the name. Zola was the worst person he had ever met—worse even than his sister. Grinding his teeth, he finally muttered:
"Fine. Have it your way."