My Arch-Enemy Is a Brain In a Jar E-Book

David Solomons

• Herausgeber: Nosy Crow
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Serie: My Brother is a Superhero
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 266

Beschreibung

Luke and his brother have swapped bodies by accident. Zack's got Luke's weird feet while Luke has Zack's SUPERPOWERS! Now he needs another world-threatening adventure to try them out. Could a family mini-break at Great Minds Leisure Park be his chance? Probably, because that's where his super-clever arch-enemy lurks, fermenting dastardly plans and bubbling gently... My Arch-Enemy Is a Brain In a Jar is the fourth instalment of Luke's laugh-out-loud adventures. From the author of My Brother Is a Superhero, winner of the Waterstones Children's Book Prize and the British Book Industry Awards Children's Book of the Year, and My Gym Teacher Is an Alien Overlord, winner of a Lollies Laugh Out Loud 2017 Book Award. Books don't come much funnier than these! Packed with heart and soul, this series is perfect for fans of David Baddiel and David Walliams. My Brother Is a Superhero My Gym Teacher is an Alien Overlord My Evil Twin is a Supervillain My Arch-Enemy Is a Brain In a Jar My Cousin is a Time-Traveller

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OUT OF THIS WORLD REVIEWS FOR MY BROTHER IS A SUPERHERO

“I even think my dad would like reading this book!”David, The Book Squad, The Beano

“Cosmic! Amazing! Outstanding! Probably the funniest book I have read for a long time.”Alison A. Maxwell-Cox, The School Librarian

“I was so addicted to it that my mum had to make me put it down.”Calum, aged 11

“Funny, fast moving and deftly plotted, it’s the best thing to hit the superhero world since sliced kryptonite.”Damian Kelleher, Dad Info

“You know a book is going to be good when you’re giggling after five minutes… Ideal for comic readers and superhero experts.”Nicola Lee, The Independent

“An excellent adventure story with real heart that’s also properly funny.”Andrea Reece, Lovereading4Kids

“You’ll laugh until you fall out of your tree house!”Steve Coogan

“A brilliantly funny adventure with twists, turns, crazy characters and a really hilarious ending. Fantastic!”Sam, aged 11

“Brilliantly funny.”The Bookseller

1

LUKE WHO’S TALKING

My brother is a superhero, and I am my brother.

Somewhere on the way back from a parallel Earth, Zack and I had swapped bodies. My eleven-year-old mind was in his fourteen-year-old body, and vice versa. I shuddered at the thought. I didn’t even like wearing his hand-me-down trousers, so to think that I was in his actual skin? Yeuch.

I stared at him – me – across the floor of the tree house. I’d never seen myself like this before – mirrors don’t tell you the truth, and my Evil Twin had better hair. (Side-note: lots of people have cousins who live in a different part of the country; I have a superpowered twin in another dimension. Also, a cousin in Birmingham). I looked myself up and down. My Spider-Man T-shirt was as amazing on me as expected, but I didn’t appear as tall as I’d hoped and I was definitely on the skinny side. Moreover, at that moment my face was pinched with concern, but I put that down to Zack.

He was frowning at Zorbon the Decider, representative of the High Council of Frodax Wonthreen Rrr’n’fargh, mysterious bestower of superpowers, and the garishly purple-costumed alien who’d landed us in this body-swap horror story. We’d travelled home from another universe together on his interdimensional bus earlier that afternoon. During the course of the journey, Zorbon had shrunk from the height of a basketball player to something approaching R2-D2 proportions. He explained that crossing dimensions could do strange things. No kidding.

As Zack glowered and Zorbon gave his best all-knowing expression, I realised for the first time that the unfortunate situation had thrown up one very interesting consequence. In all the fuss it had almost slipped me by. If I was Zack, then that meant…

“I have superpowers!”

I heard my brother let out a long groan. He could complain all he liked. I had more important matters to attend to: I was desperate to try out my new-found abilities. First I’d go with a bit of telekinesis, then maybe I’d telepathically sneak into Dad’s head and discover his secret Christmas-present hiding place, after that definitely some flying—

“They’re not yours,” Zack snapped. “They’re mine.”

“You didn’t even want them in the first place,” I reminded him. “They’re in the right hands now. Technically they’re still your hands, but I’m in control.” I wiggled my fingers to demonstrate.

“Well, we’ve all seen what happens when you get powers.”

He was referring to Stellar, my Evil Twin. And yes, it was true that he had made some questionable decisions while using his powers, but that didn’t mean I would.

“Just don’t muck about with them,” Zack added despairingly.

“Should I even pretend I’m going to pay attention to that?”

I had superpowers. Finally! Sure, it wasn’t exactly the way I’d hoped. Along with telekinesis, telepathy, flight and the rest, I had gained terrible dress sense and a one-sided longing for my neighbour’s big sister. But still, I was in the body of a superhero. My greatest dream had become a reality. When Zorbon first visited the tree house I had missed out on becoming Star Lad and my world was thrown into confusion. Today, the natural order of things had been restored.

I aimed my telekinetic power at a comic lying on the floor of the tree house and concentrated. “Up, up, up,” I mumbled. But the comic didn’t move. I didn’t give it a second thought. A minor teething problem at most.

What I needed was a mission. Something to test my new abilities.

That was Zorbon’s department. From what Zack had told me of their meetings, whenever Zorbon visited he always left a hot, spicy clue to what lay in store. Kind of like a trans-dimensional pizza delivery guy. Usually Zorbon hung around just long enough to tease this world-shattering threat before scarpering. But today Zack wasn’t giving him a chance to get the slightest mystic prophecy into the conversation.

“Can’t you do something?” Zack pleaded, his voice – my voice – rising to a squeak of horror. “You must be able to change us back.”

“THAT IS BEYOND MY POWER,” Zorbon said. “HOWEVER, THE EFFECT IS TEMPORARY. YOU WILL RETURN TO YOUR OWN BODIES. IN TIME.”

“But when exactly?” Zack asked.

“HARD TO SAY,” said Zorbon.

“Try,” Zack insisted.

Maybe this was the mission. Body swaps happened a lot in comics. There were rules. “Presumably there’s some sort of fabled object we can go on a quest for that will reverse the effect. Y’know, a mysterious old lamp, an ancient stone, a fuzzy sweater?” The other two looked at me. “A magically imbued fuzzy sweater, of course.”

Zorbon shook his head gravely. Well, that was a poor show – what kind of curse didn’t have a fabled object to undo its effects? But just when it seemed as if the outlook was all doom and gloom, Zorbon raised one thin eyebrow.

“SOME SAY A REVERSE MAY BE TRIGGERED THROUGH STILLNESS AND SILENCE.”

Zack tutted at me in disgust. “No chance then. You can’t sit still for two minutes and you can’t keep your mouth shut for two seconds.”

Hanging out with my Evil Twin I’d got used to being insulted by myself, so I didn’t rise to the bait. It was clear that, for now at least, we were stuck this way. I looked out across the garden towards the house, where Mum and Dad were busy inside. I may have been craving an implacable foe, but there were already two in the kitchen. (“Implacable” means cold-hearted and ruthless, and is not, as my friend Lara believes, a word to describe teeth resistant to cavities.)

“What are we going to tell them?” I muttered.

The last time they’d seen either of us was during a rampage by a world-eating monster in the town centre at the weekend. I’d had to give them the slip, ducking out of a rescue helicopter during the emergency evacuation. By my reckoning that had been two days ago.

I felt Zack at my side. “They must be going out of their minds with worry.”

This would be the second time we’d returned home following a cataclysmic event, armed with a flimsy explanation for our absence. Once our parents got over their relief that we hadn’t been squished beneath a giant interdimensional sandal, they were bound to grow suspicious. And there’s only so many times you can play the I-got-bumped-on-the-head-and-suffered-temporary-amnesia card.

“THEY ARE NOT CONCERNED ABOUT YOU. AT LEAST, NO MORE THAN USUAL.”

“How do you know that?” asked Zack.

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion at Zorbon. “Yeah, what have you done?”

“I MERELY SUBSTITUTED THEIR—”

“Minds? Memories?”

“TEABAGS.”

“Come again?”

“IN YOUR LANGUAGE IT IS CALLED THE INFUSION OF OBLIVION. THEY WILL REMEMBER THE EVENTS OF THE LAST FEW DAYS BUT NOT YOUR ROLE IN THEM.”

“You drugged them?” Zack was outraged.

I was not so offended. A drink that made your parents forget what you’d done? Yowzah! “Got any spare?”

“THERE IS ONE MORE THING.” Zorbon pulled himself to his full height, which currently lay somewhere around my belly button. “IT IS VITAL THAT YOU PAY HEED TO MY NEXT WORDS.”

The air crackled with anticipation. Here it came – Zorbon the Decider’s Big Mystic Message. Would his latest forecast be up there with “Nemesis is coming”? We were about to find out.

“DO NOT LET THEM OPERATE HEAVY MACHINERY FOR TWENTY-FOUR HOURS.”

As far as uncanny prophecies went that was something of a let-down.

“Is that it?” I asked, not trying to conceal my disappointment. “What about the giant space lizards?”

Zorbon’s bald head creased with puzzlement. “I DID NOT MENTION ANY GIANT SPACE LIZARDS.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Where’s my Evil Horde? Army of the Undead? Come on, I’ve got superpowers now – I need a supervillain to battle.”

“Well, I don’t,” Zack sighed. “All I seem to do lately is avert one apocalypse after another. Honestly, I’d love a break from saving the world.”

I started to complain but it was no use. Zorbon wouldn’t be dropping another hair-raising adventure in our laps this time. After clarifying that he would also not be dishing out free samples of the Infusion of Oblivion, he announced his departure. He had to be on the other side of the universe by supper-time. With a swish of his purple cape he swept out. He may not have been leaving us with a mission but he could answer one thing for me.

“Keeping busy then?” I asked him.

Zorbon paused, one foot already out of the door. “YES.”

“Lot of Deciding to do, I imagine.”

“LOTS.” He turned to me. “I FEEL THE WEIGHT OF YOUR UNASKED QUESTION, LIKE A REFRIGERATOR IN THE WIND.”

He was right. Weird, but right. I’d been burning to ask him this particular question since we were introduced on board the 227 bus on the way back from my Evil Twin’s world. I didn’t waste any more time. “Here’s the thing. Zack was a mistake, right?”

“Hey!” my brother objected.

“What I mean is, when you showed up here that first time to give out superpowers, you meant to choose me. Didn’t you?”

Zorbon’s frame filled the lower half of the doorway. A gust of wind caught his tea-towel-sized cape and it flapped around his shoulders. He gazed up at me, the stars on his chest pulsing. “ONE DAY, LUKE PARKER, YOU WILL COME TO UNDERSTAND.” Without uttering another word he turned on his tiny heel and left.

Un-ac-cept-able. That was no kind of answer. Unless… “So that’s what this whole Freaky Friday thing is about?” I shouted after him, shaking my fist at his departing figure. “Well, if you think by swapping lives with my brother I am going to experience a deeper and more sympathetic understanding of him, then forget it. I refuse.”

But Zorbon had gone. He melted into the xenon mist from whence he came. (You just disappear into regular mist, but when it comes to notable varieties of mist – like xenon, or eldritch – you can only return from whence).

“This is disastrous,” said Zack. He paced around the tree house and wailed. “I have exams in less than three months – if you’re still in my body, I’ll fail. Everything. You’re going to ruin my life.”

My brain-box brother had just sat several mock GCSEs a year early – the real ones were up next. I ignored him and strolled out of the tree house.

“This reminds me of that time I borrowed Dad’s car,” I said, climbing down the rope ladder, which was a lot easier in Zack’s body than it ever had been in my own.

“If I recall correctly,” said Zack, stumbling down behind me, “you managed to reverse halfway along the driveway before veering into a hedge.”

I waited for him on the ground, grinning at the memory. “Pretty impressive bit of driving, for an eight-year-old. One point three litres of diesel power – all mine to wield. And now this.” I gestured up and down my temporary body.

Zack frowned. “Are you comparing me to a Fiat Punto?”

He missed his footing on the next rung, let out a cry and fell the last metre, landing with a thud. He grumbled as I helped him to his feet. “How do you manage to get through a day in this body?”

We crossed the garden and went into the house. Mum and Dad sat at the kitchen table, deep in discussion. Next to two empty cups of tea, a glossy brochure lay open before them.

“This is great. I never win anything,” said Dad.

“Uh, don’t forget you won my hand in marriage,” said Mum.

“Yeah, that was a very odd scratch card.”

Mum gave a cry of mock outrage and then Dad held her hand and I could tell that they were about to smooch. I coughed loudly. Mum turned at the interruption, peering at us with laser-sharp interest. “You two seem … different. What’s going on?”

For a second I was sure that Zorbon’s fancy tea hadn’t worked.

“We’ve swapped bodies,” announced Zack.

I had to give him credit – it was an excellent response. Mum and Dad would never believe something that unlikely.

Dad sat up. “Like when Superman swapped bodies with Batman? Or when Superman swapped with the Flash, or Superman and Jimmy Olsen, or Superman and—”

He reeled off several more examples. This body-swap thing really did happen a lot to Superman.

Mum rolled her eyes. “Why do I even ask?” She drew our attention to the brochure on the table. “You’re just in time to hear the good news – we’re going on holiday.”

“After everything that’s happened,” said Dad, “it’ll be good to get away for a few days. Let the dust settle.”

I knew exactly what he meant. On Saturday a thirty-storey mega-demon called Gordon the World-Eater had devastated the town centre. It was entirely possible that dust from disintegrated buildings still hung in the air after his rampage.

“But what about school?” said Zack.

Mum shot him a puzzled look. “Why the sudden interest in school, Luke?”

My brother had forgotten that he was in my body. He’d asked a question I would never raise. We were both going to have to look out for that pitfall. Thankfully, Mum let it pass. “I thought you knew – your school’s been closed.”

“Ofsted?”

“No,” said Mum. “Freeze-ray.”

She explained that a stray blast from Gordon the World-Eater had struck the school, transforming it into a massive ice cube. The official assessment was that the building would take a week to thaw out. Brilliant! However, it didn’t alter the dire fact that we were leaving town. That was unfortunate. Because of Star Lad’s presence, our hometown had become ground zero for interdimensional monster incursions and alien attacks. It would be just typical if another one happened while I was away.

“But we can’t afford to go on holiday,” I said. “You put all our money into the comic shop.”

Dad nodded. “That’s the best part – the trip isn’t going to cost us a penny.” He held up a voucher edged in gold and began to read the curly script printed across the front. “Congratulations, Parker family. In light of the recent destruction caused to your town by the sudden appearance of a giant, angry interdimensional being, we would like to invite you to relax, recover and reinvigorate at the south-west’s most thought-provoking vacation destination. Over the coming weeks we hope to help as many families as possible from your neighbourhood to enjoy an all-inclusive, mindful mini-break at Great Minds Leisure Park.”

“Never heard of it.” I thought I knew all the major theme parks, but this one had passed me by. I took the brochure from Dad. Beneath the name was its slogan: You Think You’re So Smart! The “o” in “So” had been replaced by a logo, which at first I took to be two halves of cauliflower stuck together, but then saw was in fact an illustration of a brain. With a sinking feeling I flicked through the rest of the brochure. Ten minutes ago I had hoped to embark on a hazardous mission requiring my new superpowers. Now it looked like the only thing I’d be embarking on was a boring car journey to a theme park designed for the kind of kid who loves crosswords and brainteasers.

“This place looks amazing,” said Zack with sickening enthusiasm. “Great Minds, here we come!”

2

PUGS IN HATS

“Fascinating,” said Lara, studying me intently. “You’re Zack on the outside but Luke on the inside.”

“You are like a delicious filling.” Serge sat close beside her on the floor of her bedroom.

We had gathered at Lara’s house, two doors down from mine on Moore Street, to hold an emergency meeting of the Superhero Covert Alliance Reaction Force (S.C.A.R.F.) and discuss the ramifications (which meant consequences and not, as Lara was convinced, little castles built to protect medieval sheep from rustlers). As well as being the word-mangling Lara Lee she was also Dark Flutter, one of only two superheroes in the world. Not that you could tell by looking around her disarmingly ordinary bedroom. She hid her secret identity well. Then again, if my major power was the ability to command small, mostly furry, animals, I’d keep it a secret too.

As my friends scrutinised my surprising appearance, I took the opportunity to study them. Without their help I’d never have returned safely from the parallel universe. There was a moment when I was sure I wouldn’t make it back – in comics and films people are always getting lost in time and space. And in a way this world was different from the one I’d left a few days ago. The big change was that Serge and Lara were holding hands and finishing each other’s sentences. It seemed as if Zack and I weren’t the only ones who had exchanged brains. Serge and Lara were what I am reliably informed is called “an item”. Which, it turns out, is not the same as an unexpected item in the bagging area but means they’re going out together. Since returning I’d managed to grab two minutes alone with Serge and he had assured me that their togetherness hadn’t yet progressed as far as matching pencil cases. Whatever that meant.

“What does it feel like?” Lara asked, her eyes big with wonder.

“You tell me,” I replied. “You’re the one with the boyf— Oh, you mean this.” I brushed my adolescent arm. “Hairy.”

She pulled a face, as if I’d provided an unsatisfactory answer.

“But you know the worst part?” I said.

She leaned in and in a low voice said, “The mind-bending terror of being separated from yourself, adrift in a body that’s not your own, cast into a void of identity loss?”

“The casual wear!” said Serge with a snap of his fingers.

“Exactly!” I tugged at the sorry example of a T-shirt I’d been forced to put on that morning. It was blue. That was as much as anyone could say about it. “Zack doesn’t own a single piece of clothing with a comic-related image or slogan.”

“What about his Star Lad costume?” said Lara.

“That’s different,” I said, although she had a point. The thought made me tingle – the costume was mine to wear just as soon as I had a reason to don it. (You never just “put on” a superhero costume. You have to don one.) However, with no mission from Zorbon I had yet to find a valid excuse. And the costume didn’t forgive the rest of Zack’s questionable clothes.

“Ah, but if you have to put up with his dodgy wardrobe at least there is one major compensating factor, oui?” Serge waggled his eyebrows.

He meant the superpowers.

Now, this was awkward. Naturally, I had attempted to try out my new powers at the earliest opportunity. Unfortunately, so far all I’d managed to do was use my telekinesis to move a pair of pants on the washing line, and if I’m honest I think that might have been the wind. For some reason I could not as yet access any of my brother’s powers. I could feel them trapped inside me like a sneeze that won’t come. It was unbearable.

“How about un petit demonstration?” asked Serge eagerly.

I should just have told him about my sad predicament but I was too embarrassed. If my comically challenged brother could leap tall buildings in a single bound, why couldn’t I? I had a suspicion about what was happening inside me. I’d looked it up online. The brain has to be able to send and receive signals to things like muscles or glands in order to make them function. I supposed that’s what superpowers must be like. Which meant that I was adapting to my new body, making fresh connections. Plugging in, basically. The problem was I’d been in Zack’s body for less than twenty-four hours, but as soon as my synapses were firing on all cylinders I was sure I’d be up, up and away.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate to use my new abilities for no reason,” I lied. “With great power comes, y’know.”

“That’s very sensible of you,” said Lara. “You seem more mature than before.”

“That might be the hairy arms,” I said.

She gave a small sigh. “So why are we at my house? S.C.A.R.F. meetings always take place at yours.”

We had relocated for a very good reason. “I had to escape my brother,” I explained.

“Has he turned evil?” asked Serge.

“In a manner of speaking. He’s become so paranoid about the possibility of me sitting his exams that he’s concocted a crazy back-up plan.”

Serge’s eyes widened. “Does it involve the Large Hadron Collider?”

What Zack had in mind was much worse than meddling with experimental particle physics under a mountain. “If he isn’t back in his own body by the time his exams come around, he wants me to be ready to ace his maths GCSE.” I let them absorb the full horror of my statement. “Zack intends to inflict a super-intensive study plan on me. He’s in my body, and out of his mind.”

“Who knows, it could be interesting,” said Lara. “You might learn something.”

“Maths, Lara. Maths.”

“Well, at least this way you and Zack will get to spend lots of time together,” she went on. “That’ll be nice.”

I gestured to my borrowed body. “Uh, I think we’re close enough, don’t you?”

I filled them in on what Zorbon had told me about my situation. Not that I had much information to impart.

“Then all we can do is wait,” said Serge when I’d finished.

“Not necessarily,” said Lara. “Zorbon said that the reversal could be triggered by silence and stillness, right? I have an idea.”

She headed out of the room. Serge and I followed her across the landing to another door, which shook with pounding music coming from the other side. Lara hammered on the door.

“Cara!”

“What?” came a reluctant answering call.

“I need to talk to you about meditation.”

The song reached a particularly loud section.

“WHAT?!”

“MEDITATION!”

The music faded as the volume was turned down and a moment later the door flew open. Lara’s big sister, Cara, stood on the threshold sporting the standard-issue older sibling expression of: why are you bothering me, insignificantsecond child, I’m busy. Cara’s irritation was normal, but something about her seemed different. It took me a second to realise that it wasn’t her, it was me. My perspective, to be exact. Instead of looking up at her from my usual height, we were almost at eye level.

She gave me a puzzled look. “What are you doing here?”

“Just hanging out.”

“With my little sister?”

I felt a sudden pressure on my foot. Lara was standing on it. Now, why would she do something like— Oh. “I’m Zack,” I blurted.

“Yeah, I know who you are.” Cara frowned. “Are you OK?”

“No, he’s not,” said Lara, before I dug myself deeper into a hole. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Zack’s, uh … not feeling himself, and in order to get back to his old self he needs to relax. I thought you could help by teaching him to meditate.” Lara turned to me. “Cara went on a course last year: Meditation and Entitlement.”

“Enlightenment,” Cara corrected her.

In truth I wasn’t in a rush to get back to my old self. There was the small matter of first mastering Zack’s superpowers.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said to Cara. “You’re obviously very busy listening to Billy Dark playlists and…” I leaned around her to squint into the bedroom. “Looking at posters of wolves with inspirational quotes.”

“Ah, they are not all wolves,” added Serge, craning his neck. “I also see a pug in a top hat with an uplifting couplet concerning self-worth.”

Cara took a sideways step to block our view and folded her arms. “Y’know what, I will help you, Zack. I’ve seen you at school – I can’t think of anyone who could do with learning to relax more than you.” Her voice said “sympathy” but her face said “weirdo”. “But I can’t do anything for the next few days. We’re going away.”

What a relief. “That’s all right. So are we.” I’d persuaded Zack to hold off on the maths tuition until we returned from our holiday.

“Et moi aussi,” Serge added. “My maman and I are soon to depart on our vacation.”

All three families taking a holiday at the same time. That could mean only one thing.

“You’re not going to Great Minds, by any chance?” I asked.

“Oui.”

“Us too,” said Lara.

“Oh great.” Cara regarded us with dismay. “You’re all coming on my mini-break.” Grumbling to herself, she stepped back into her room and slammed the door in our faces.

Something inside me tingled with anticipation. Could it be Zack’s superpowers warning me that our invitations were no coincidence? I looked round at my fellow members of S.C.A.R.F. and wondered what lay in store for us at Great Minds Leisure Park.

3

STAR SQUAD SIX

Before leaving to go on holiday I had an appointment to keep. Strictly speaking it was Zack’s appointment, but under the current circumstances that meant me.

“Star Squad Six want to debrief me following Gordon the World-Eater’s rampage,” explained Zack as we headed into town on the bus.

Star Squad was a branch of the military set up to support Star Lad in times of global crisis. There were fast-reaction brigades stationed across the country; the one nearest us was number six. All I knew about them was that their mission aims seemed suspiciously like S.C.A.R.F.’s. I’d complained to Zack that there wasn’t room for two identical organisations. We’d be competing for his attention, which would make for an inefficient use of his resources. He’d just pulled a face and said, “Yeah, S.C.A.R.F. and Star Squad are identical. Except that they have multi-role strike fighters, and a research and development budget they probably don’t keep in a biscuit tin.”

It was a cake tin, not a biscuit tin, but I was too miffed to correct him. The bus diverted from its usual route, avoiding cordoned streets damaged during the weekend’s devastating battle. As it rumbled through less familiar parts of Bromley I felt my indignation replaced by excitement. Perhaps it would be cool to team up with a bunch of super-secret Spec Ops (that’s short for Special Operations) in order to combat global threats. By the time we’d reached the shattered High Street I was on board with the whole idea.

“So where’s the meeting?” I asked. “No, don’t tell me. Underground HQ with alpha-level security? Suborbital stealth airship?”

“We usually meet at the Civic Centre,” said Zack. “It’s very central. Easy for everyone to get to and there’s the multistorey car park. I’ll be waiting outside afterwards.”

“Aren’t you coming?”

“They don’t know my real identity, so if the two of us show up…”

“Say no more,” I said, tapping a finger against my nose. “Batman never tells Commissioner Gordon that he’s Bruce Wayne.”

Zack wasn’t quite finished. “Also, I’d have to explain about the body swap and that would be so embarrassing.”

He hadn’t hidden his disgust for the swap, which frankly I found insulting. “It’s not that bad.”

“Not for you,” he said. “You got my body.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with mine?”

“Oh, let’s see, shall we? For a start, you’re short. I can barely reach the kitchen cupboards now. Your feet are wonky – even with the orthotics in your shoes it’s tough to walk straight. Also, make a note, when we swap back you need to get your eyes tested. What else, apart from the physical downsides? Most of your shoes light up. That’s just … off. Then there are your clothes. Do you own anything without a superhero character splashed across it?” He pulled at his trouser-waist and peered into the gap. “Even your pants are themed.”

I caught a flash of the Flash.

“But most of all, Luke, I’ve been eleven.” He heaved a great sigh. “I don’t need to go through it again.”

The bus came to a stop and we disembarked. Five minutes later I found myself in a loo in McDonald’s (the one not flattened when the Glades Shopping Centre was trampled), donning my superhero costume for the first time. As I smoothed the star-flecked tunic across my chest I reflected that in my life I must have occupied dozens of bathroom cubicles in order to don a mask and cape. However, on those occasions I had merely been playing at superheroes: preparing for a party, dressing up for Halloween, getting through a slow Thursday. Today was different. Finally, I slid the mask down over my eyes, stepped out of the cubicle and admired myself in the bathroom mirror.

I. Was. Star Lad.

OK, it was Zack’s body I was in, and Zack’s eyes I looked through, and despite a lot of practising I hadn’t yet managed to muster a single superpower. But I couldn’t help it, I did a little happy dance, shimmying my hips, tapping my heroically booted feet on the tiled floor and chanting, “I’m Star Lad. I’m Star Lad. I’m Star Lad. I’m Star—”

Zack coughed. He stood guarding the door, preventing anyone from coming in and witnessing my quick-change. “You done?”

Almost.

After a last-minute wee and a sneaky McMuffin we headed out. I had to sign a few autographs on the way to the Civic Centre, which was cool. Everyone wanted to talk to Star Lad and have their picture taken. Zack and I made sure not to be photographed together, to avoid the risk of anyone identifying us as brothers. We reached our destination and ducked down an alley, out of sight of curious passers-by.

“You’ll be meeting my liaison, Colonel Crowe,” said Zack. “He’s in charge of Star Squad. I’ll describe him so you’ll know who to expect.”

“No need. I expect he has an eyepatch like Nick Fury’s.”

“He does not and, before you ask, no I don’t know who Nick Fury is and—” He held up a finger to stall my explanation. “I don’t care. Now, just listen. These are serious people and they’re going to treat you with respect and gravitas. So try not to say anything stupid. That means no talking about comics. Above all, remember you’re Star Lad.”

It was the first time my brother had acknowledged our role reversal. I grinned inwardly.

“Stop grinning.”

OK, maybe not so much inwardly.

“Also, if my previous meetings are anything to go by,” Zack continued, “Star Squad may well have some new equipment for you. Last time they gave me that emergency starlight recharger.”