The comic books skip the part where your spandex rides up in places spandex was never meant to go. They leave out the cold sweat of realizing that "leaping tall buildings" is less like a graceful eagle and more like a panicked squirrel hurling itself across an alley it very much misjudged.
Tonight is my first real patrol.
I spit out a strawberry-scented glob. “Alright,” I groan, giving the cat a thumbs up. “That counts as a rescue.” adventures of a rookie superhero
Last Tuesday, I stopped a bank robbery. Sort of. The robber tripped over my untied shoelace, hit his head on a planter, and I accidentally sat on him while trying to find my inhaler. The news called me "The Bumbling Guardian." My mom called me "grounded." The comic books skip the part where your
But that’s the thing about rookies. We don’t start with the world-ending meteors. We start with the small things. The things that prove we care more than we fear. I spit out a strawberry-scented glob
The cat saunters over, looks down at me, and meows. It sounds suspiciously like laughter.