Though, just because I wasn't out helping her, didn't mean I couldn't find someone to help. Sadly, there was too much need for us heroes. All I had to do was get out into the city and bound around.
I didn't need her blessing for that. I was my own man and I knew my own body. I was back. I knew I was. Something in our passion had restored me. I didn't understand it and neither did she, but I wasn't about to let it go to waste. I was a hero. Actually, I was a hero again. And I was going to do my part!
It felt good to put it on again, the uniform. Oh, it wasn't anything spectacular to look at, but it was mine. And it struck fear into the hearts of the petty criminals. And it was time it did so again.
October
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