A Rookie Superhero [patched]: Adventures Of

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.

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. adventures of a rookie superhero

I spit out a strawberry-scented glob. “Alright,” I groan, giving the cat a thumbs up. “That counts as a rescue.” I take a breath