My Babysitter The Super Hero -

"It’s only eight!" Leo protested. But as he turned to argue, a distant boom shook the windowpanes. A streak of violet light cut across the night sky toward the downtown skyline.

Maya didn't flinch. She just sighed, a sound of pure exhaustion. "Stay in your room. No matter what." My Babysitter the Super Hero

Leo, being ten, did the exact opposite. He waited until he heard the front door click, then crept to the balcony. He expected to see Maya walking to her old sedan. Instead, he saw her sprint down the alley, leap over a seven-foot fence with a single bound, and—in a blur of silver and blue—launch herself into the clouds. "It’s only eight

"Perfect," Maya smiled, though Leo noticed a small smudge of soot behind her ear. "Leo was a real hero today. He actually finished his broccoli." Maya didn't flinch

Maya froze. She looked at him, then at the news, then back at the jar. "The lid is just... really tight, Leo." "I saw you fly," he whispered.

"Leo," she gasped, "I need the backup stabilizer from my bag. The blue cylinder."

Leo realized having a superhero babysitter was better than any video game. Over the next few weeks, they struck a deal. Leo kept her secret, and in exchange, Maya taught him "tactical observation"—which mostly meant how to spot a villain's henchman at the mall.