To Save the City
“I’ll have you this time!” Mighty Man cried, as he swung for Pudgemaster’s jaw. Pudgemaster dodged, just in time, then leapt off the edge of the building, cackling like a fiend as her backpack expanded into two massive robotic wings, carrying her far out of sight. Mighty Man sighed, defeated, and headed down the rooftop access to the interior of the bank, ready to face the police and the mayor, who were just now arriving. “I’m sorry, Ms. Mayor,” he said, as she ran up to him wearing a crisp suit and a worried expression. “She got away with the gold.” “Never mind that,” the mayor said, in the no-nonsense tone that had served her well in board meeting and campaign trail alike. “The bank is FDIC insured, and they haven’t yet updated their Terms and Conditions to exclude acts of supervillainy, so they will recover. But you –” she pointed at his arm, where the spandex was singed black and a burn weal showed through the gaping fabric. “You are injured.” Mighty Man shrugged, he hoped heroica...