Fighting

“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”

Gaseous Girl sighed. “You’re trying to detonate the Kaboominator?”

“Well, yes.”

“Also, we’re not friends. We’re nemeses, remember? Sworn to each other’s destruction, all that?”

“Just trying to be philosophical.”

“Philosophy this.”

*WHAM*.

This week’s response to the Gargleblaster challenge was to answer a question first posed by the late Gabriel García Márquez in his novel One Hundred Years of Solitude. I don’t know if he ever wrote superhero novels. But obviously he should have. :)