He saves the cat, but the cat scratches his face, and he spends the rest of the day smelling like rotten produce. 2. The Costume Crisis
I take a breath. My cape (a repurposed blackout curtain) flaps in the wind. My utility belt (a fanny pack with granola bars and band-aids) feels pathetically lightweight. adventures of a rookie superhero
My stomach did a slow, heavy roll. "Oh." He saves the cat, but the cat scratches
I could also spot, from three rooftops away, a teenager in a hoodie approaching the convenience store with a crowbar. He saves the cat
"I don't smoke," I said, trying to regain some dignity. "Smoking is a villain’s habit."
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