"With great power comes great responsibility."
Those words have always defined me. For a long time, I believed that being Spider-Man was the only meaningful thing I could do, that this mask was the only thing I could have in this life.
But all that...
Blonde Blazer: Hi, I'm Blonde Blazer. I work at the Superhero Dispatch Network.
Robert sits up now, bruises and blood littering his face.
Mecha Man: Hi. Yeah. I know who you are. You're, like, famous.
He says, groaning and holding his arm.
Blonde Blazer: Oh, uh, I don't know about that. I'm just a corporate, hero for hire.
She plays down.
Blonde Blazer: You're the real deal. You're the famous one.
She says, grabbing Robert's hand and lifting him up. Conveniently, at the same time, a bus passes by with her face plastered all over it. As it goes by, we can see one of the robbers knocked out against a fire hydrant.
Mecha Man: Right... I don't think infamous is the same as famous, but --
Robert says, but his dislocated arm and shoulder let out a sickening crack, causing Robert to groan and wince.
Blonde Blazer: Oh, God. Your arm.
Blazer points out, just now noticing his messed-up arm.
Mecha Man: Ah, fuck!
Robert hisses as he looks over his shoulder, which is in an unnatural position.
Mecha Man: Hmm? Oh. Yeah. That's gross.
Blazer walks up to Robert, analyzing his shoulder.
Blonde Blazer (Mocking tone): You look like some kinda mime DJ. Let me see it. I'll help you.
She lays her hands carefully onto his shoulder as Robert looks on nervously,
Blonde Blazer: It usually dislocates the other way.
She mutters, not helping to ease the nerves within Robert.
Mecha Man: Okay, but have you done this before? Cause maybe--
Robert doesn't get to finish his sentence as Blazer yanks down on his arm, popping his shoulder back into place.
Robert painfully laughs. He moves it around slightly, testing it out, just as the police pull up. Blazer looks over to them.
One of them is on that roof.
She says, pointing in the direction.
She watches Robert walk over and pick up his jacket.
Blonde Blazer: You look like you could use a drink.
She jokes. She gives him a quick look and sees just how fucked up he is: bruises, blood leaking down his face, arm in a sling, and to top it all off, that dead look in his eye.
Mecha Man: What makes you say that?
At a superhero bar - Crypto Night
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