Dialogue#2. I wrote a second scene about dialogue. This is one stars my favorite superhero: Dr. Fate. I hope you enjoy it and please, any feedback is appreciated.

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“You got one option. A burger. What would you like?”

“You talk to everyone this way? Sheesh. Give me a minute.” Kent Nelson, the near omnipotent Dr. Fate to his peers, contemplated the drive-thru menu. The kid wasn’t lying. You either got a hamburger and a bun, a fish patty and a bun or a piece of chicken and a bun.  Nothing looked appetizing.

“I will have the quarter pounder with cheese meal.” He knew he didn’t have to use the drive-thru or eat for that matter, but he missed the simple things about humanity. The bump and grind of the everyday. Flying through interstellar space and battling demons from various hells got mundane after awhile. Today he wanted a burger and fries.

“Alright your order is up. That will five bucks at the window.”

Well that was fast. He drove up and the kid looked pale, but he had multiple piercing so Kent chalked it up to the modern Goth look. He gave the kid a fiver and took his lunch. Driving away the kid’s face kept coming back to him. His eyes were trying to tell him something. He pulled around front and parked in the lot. He opened the bag and found out that he had no fries. Looks like I will need to go in.

The place was as abandoned like the outer realm of Muthropeanal.

“Hey kid.” He yelled at the gaudy and cheap plastic looking counter, “Hey you forgot my fries.”

“One, uh, one second.”

“Hey are you alright back there?”

“Um, yeah. Just have a seat and I will be right with you.”

Kent heard whispering. Maybe the kid was being chewed out by his manager. Well he shouldn’t get fired for forgetting his fries. It was an honest mistake.

After a few minutes the kid came out, “Sorry we are closed.”

“Ok, can I just have my fries and I will be on my way.”

“I said we are closed.” The kid made a head motion for Kent to look behind him. The server mouthed the words “Help. Being robbed.”

“Oh, you’re closed. Right. Okay. I will see you later.” Flashes bright as lightening filled the room. Kent’s body, limp and under the control of a spirit, lifted in the air and spun. Fluorescent lights overhead popped like carnival ducks. The boy fell to the ground and covered his face in awe. Kent, decked out in a golden helmet, cape, amulet and blue tights, stood before the counter. The Dr. Fate transformation was complete. “What’s going on?”

The boy silent, lay on the ground. Fate prodded his thoughts, “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I want my mommy.” Great. This kids is useless to me. Time to do this the old fashioned way. He walked through the counter and to the back room. A bearded man stood with a pistol aimed at him.

“Who tha fuck are yous?” The man screamed before pulling the trigger. Bullets ricocheted off Fate’s body into walls, fryers and burgers. The last one strayed into a fire extinguisher and blew up. Fate was pushed forward. What the hell. It’s been so long since I fought a normal person. I need to keep my wits about me.

“Stop! I am Dr. Fate. I put the justice in the Justice society. I have felled the demons of hell and crushed the fifth dimension rebellion. I have…”

“I have never heard of yous. Do ya have like a comic or something?”

“Well I used to. The writers could never capture my near omnipotent power. They could never find a story line that fit me. I was usually relegated to meditating and seeking the real culprits behind evil. It was always Darkseid.”

“Oh. So what are ya doing here? I mean, com’n dude. I am just a common thief. I just needed some money ta feed my kids.”

“Listen I am near omnipotent. You have no family. You were stealing it for a drug habit. Any maybe to get some action. Unfortunately you ran into Dr. Fate!”

“Okay. Ya caught me. Now what?”

“I don’t know. I usually banish people to the seventh level of hell.”

“Bit extreme don’t ya think?”

“Well not usually. I fight demons and monsters so they kind of deserve it.”

“Ya could let me go. I promise ta be good.”

“No. It has to be jail I think. Do you know where one is?”

“I thought ya were all powerful. Shouldn’t ya know something like this?”

“All powerful, yes. All knowing, no. I am not a god or anything.”

“Sheesh. No wonder the writers had a hard time with ya. Ya kind of a mystical battering ram.”

“I never thought of it that way. Your right. Anyway, back to the jail thing. Since I don’t know where one is and I just want a burger. Let’s make a deal. Here is five hundred dollars. Go have a good time. But you have to clean this place up.”

“Deal. Wait. Why don’t you just use ya magic to clean this place up?”

“Because I said so. Plus it will build character.”

“Ya suck.”

“Just doing my duty citizen. Just doing my duty.”