Last call came around. We were all about to head home, and we walked out of the Domino Mask laughing about our friend and all the goofy shit he used to get up to. I was going to start writing as soon as I got back to my place, but right as we said goodnight outside of that old, dirty dive bar, several police cars raced by us with their sirens blaring. We just smiled at each other.
We knew that they were speeding towards another supervillain robbing another jewelry store or holding up another armored car or giving another grandiose speech about ruling the world. There’s always another supervillain. Joe Metal’s exoskeleton boots glowed and he shot into the air in the general direction of the police cars, Insight flew after him bursting with purple telekinetic power and she shouted that the last one there had to buy all the drinks the next time, and I leapt after them with only one thought rattling around in my head. You can go to Jupiter.
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Table of Contents
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Chapter 1: Spandex Wasteland
Chapter 2: A Portrait of the Superhero as a Young Man
Chapter 3: Trophy Room
Chapter 4: On the House
Chapter 5: Delusions and Illusions
Chapter 6: Amateur Hour
Chapter 8: Preservation Devastation
Chapter 9: Lady of the Past, Lady of the Future
Chapter 10: Museums and Prisons
Chapter 11: After Hours
Chapter 12: Soup de Grâce
Chapter 13: There’s No “I” in Superhero Team-Up
Chapter 14: No Archenemies
Chapter 15: Too Much
Chapter 16: Nobody Can Go to Jupiter
Chapter 17: The Museum Massacre or: The Last Stand of The Millennials
Chapter 18: Into the Labyrinth
Chapter 19: Renovation and Relaunch
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