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one more thing.’ He digs into the bag one more time and produces a golden remote control, tosses it to me and nods towards the TV. ‘I think you might find a new cable channel is now available on that box, activated by that remote control – which is already programmed with recognition software so it can only be activated by you. Channel 78737.’ Leon takes in all the posters and Hero stuff littering my bedroom walls. ‘I think you’re going to love it.’
    Then he wanders over to the desk and picks up the self-help book Dad got for me. Leon chuckles, points at me and says: ‘I’m OK! You’re OK! Cute.’
    â€˜Channel 78737?’ I say, frowning.
    â€˜Try SMS . . . you’ll work it out.’ Leon winks and climbs onto the windowsill. ‘Hazy Retina, it’s been a pleasure. Don’t let all this melt your mind. Take a day or two to get your head around it, and then do some research before even trying to take Hero steps. You’ll be fine. You’ve got strong potential, kid. I could see you getting to Level C, maybe even the lower Bs. Good luck.’
    â€˜Leon, thank you so much. I don’t know what to say.’
    Leon smiles as he prepares to fly. Then he looks back at me and puts his right fist over his heart. ‘Say the Hero motto: “A Hero is a Hero.” ’
    â€˜A Hero is a Hero,’ I say, exploring the sound of the words.
    â€˜Yep. No matter what.’
    And then Leon is gone.
    I stare at the window. I stare at the TV. I stare at the poster of the Southern Cross, and wonder if I’m imagining a slightly different smile on the Hero’s face, a knowing smile, a welcoming grin. I think I’m getting carried away. It’s a poster. Is it possible I’m finally going mad? That my brain is as scrambled as the molecules of my out-of-focus body? Did I just imagine the whole thing?
    A superhero called Leon?
    There is a knock on my door.
    Gotham?
    Another knock.
    â€˜Hazy, dear? Did I hear voices in your room?’
    A Hero is a Hero. No matter what.
    â€˜It was just the TV, Mum.’
    â€˜It sounded like your voice though, and a man.’
    I feel myself smiling as I realise this is a historic moment. My first-ever chance to tell a lie to protect my secret identity! I haven’t even opened the Hero handbook, although I’ve read enough comics to know the right way to go about this sort of thing. But I can’t help myself. I do the exact opposite.
    â€˜Actually, Mum, it was me. I was talking to a superhero called Leon who is a chameleon. He walked through the front door when you did, but he had blended into the wall so you couldn’t actually see him. We were just discussing my Hero status and talking about superhero matters.’
    There is silence from the other side of the door until Mum says, ‘You’re really pushing your luck, Hazy Retina. This pretending to be a superhero has to stop, right now!’
    â€˜Yes, Mum,’ I call sweetly to the door. ‘Goodnight and have pleasant dreams. I know I will.’
    I stand in front of the mirror and actually enjoy watching my body appear and disappear.
    â€˜A Hero is a Hero,’ I say. ‘No matter what.’

AN INTRODUCTION TO BEING A HERO,
BY TRIPLE A HERO STATUS, 1937 –
FOUNDATION HALL OF FAME HERO,
HERO OF THE YEAR 1941, ’43, ’47, ’52, ’56, ’65, ’71
SINGLE-HANDED WORLD SAVES: 34
HERO TEAM-UP WORLD SAVES: 147
    Hello Hero Wannabes.
    So, you’re all puffed up with your new Hero status, huh?
    I don’t blame you. I remember the feeling, all those years ago, and it’s a good one.
    But here’s what I’ve got to tell you young punks: There’s a lot of work ahead. You think the big time Heroes, the Triple As, were born just like that? Well, OK, some were, but the others had to work at it. Had to put in the hard yards. Had to sweat and learn and fail and keep striving.
    That’s