Brazier walked through the Midway of Fantastik Fun Forall. It was the first week of summer vacation and the amusement park teamed with people. The promotion the park used coincided with Pride week, and Brazier volunteered immediately.
Brazier kept his private life private. At the same time, he managed to be a public figure for the LGBT community.
Several people took his picture as he walked by. More than one person approached and asked to pose with them for pictures. Brazier was more than willing to do this. He enjoyed interacting with the public.
“Figures he would be here,” a loud voice shouted. “Mister Flaming himself.”
Several people turned their attention to the voice. A tall, solid build man with a shaved head was attached to the voice. The bald man stood with a hip cocked. He held a tattoo covered arm with a limp wrist. He even batted his eyes lashes for effect.
“Give me a break,” the man said as he walked through the parting crowd. “You aren’t even a top list hero.”
Brazier snorted and smirked. “I choose to be my own person and not live up to other’s unreasonable expectations.”
“Whatever, queer,” the bald man said. “You got your ass handed to you by Widget. The dwarf that makes dumb-ass machines and robs banks.” He made a rude noise and dismissive gesture.
Brazier flushed and shifted his stance. “Widget got the best of me when I stepped in on his latest robbery attempt.” Brazier shook his head and stepped forward. “I trapped him under his own equipment by melting it. That means I got him in the end.”
“In the end,” the bald man laughed. “I bet you did, cupcake.”
Brazier’s lip twitched as he caught the double entendre he let slip.
A loud cheer went up in the distance. The crowd turned to look. Paragon lowered from the air amidst the throng of people near the autograph tables.
“That is a man’s man,” the bald headed man said, while tossing a thumb over his shoulder. “Ladies fawn over him. Paragon defeats top shelf villains. Plus, he dishes out beatings on a regular basis.”
“You forget that Paragon has a secret identity,” Brazier said. “No one really knows what he’s like out of uniform.”
“Shit,” the bald man said, dragging out the word. “I bet he has women throwing themselves at him.” The bald headed man put both hands on his hips. “Have you seen the way Silverwing behaves around him? I bet they bump uglies daily.” The bald man pulled both his fists back as he thrust his hips forward. He laughed and stuck out his tongue.
“That’s sexist, pervert,” a woman shouted from the crowd. “Just leave. There’s no room for bigotry like that anymore.”
Pointing at the woman, the bald man showed a greasy smile. “You sound like someone that needs a good one-night stand.” The bald man winked at the woman.
“What seems to be the problem over here, Brazier?” Paragon walked into the opening.
Another man pointed at the bald man. “This asshat is spouting off,” the man said.
“Be polite,” Paragon said, wagging a finger at the man. His rich baritone carried over the crowd. “We are entitled to free speech here. Even if it is mean and spiteful.”
“That’s right,” the bald man said. “I can say what I want about you fairies and there’s nothing you can do about it. Paragon is here to protect my rights.”
“No,” Paragon said. “That is for the cops. I came over here for this.”
Reaching a hand up to Brazier’s head, Paragon leaned in and locked his lips with Brazier’s.