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My thoughts on episode 2

SPOILERS for season 3, episode 2 of the Animaniacs reboot

Two days lived, two episodes watched. I really liked this one! It's already becoming super hard to see all the filtered spoiler posts of other people talking about season 3. I'm planning to stick with my plan, though.

I'll just go through the episode in chronological order this time. The Warner segment was pretty much what I thought it would be, after I got through all the Teeniacs speculation. I LOVED seeing Yakko and Wakko be disgusted for and protective of Dot once they learned what was going on.

I thought Nora flailing around on rollerblades was funny, because that's exactly how I handle on them. Whoever animated that scene knows the struggle.

I was surprised that they mentioned HBO Max by name on Hulu! That's the kind of shocking meta content we need to see more of in the reboot. Stuff that makes you go "Can they really say that?" The original had it in droves.

Also, apparently the reboot doesn't make any money in-universe.

Wakko ringing the doorbell and loudly announcing their presence was funny!

I've expressed my opinion on intra-sibling violence in the reboot. This one's better because the power dynamic between Wakko and Dot is more equal than between Yakko and Wakko. Siblings fight physically sometimes, but what I didn't like about this scene was how violent it seemed to be. It wasn't just cartoony violence that went away immediately. Wakko carried a black eye into the next shot.

And the shot after that...

A bit much, in my opinion. Just show her playfully choking him and erase any possible damage the second the camera moves on to the next shot.

So they meet the influencer. I wish it was clarified if Gigi actually did intentionally steal Dot's look or not. Anyone notice she has the same name as the barking dog on the train from season 1?

The song was alright. Obviously autotuned due to what it was parodying. I wouldn't put it in my upper echelon of Animaniacs songs. I was surprised at how many of the childhood things they mentioned I actually did as a child, considering how much of a homebody I was/am. The song cutting off suddenly and never resuming was funny.

The segment itself also has a super abrupt ending where it's made clear that Gigi didn't actually learn anything. Alright, mixed messages. I respect the audacity of just ending it that way.

Starbox and Cindy was Starbox and Cindy. Since the beginning of the reboot, it's been a segment where I zone out and have my brain flattened by the nonsensical ramblings of a small child. This one seemed to have more intentional comedy than the ones in the first two seasons. It's definitely the best/most memorable one I've seen.

The part where Starbox's love interest doll suddenly dies was one of the funniest moments of the entire episode. Though, again, they already showed it in the trailers, dampening its potential impact. Damn marketing teams.

Does Cindy have actual malice towards Starbox? Does she know what he is and what she's doing to him? From this point on, I'm only talking about Starbox and Cindy lore on this blog. No more Warners.

As much as it pains this Warner Sib fan to say, the highlight of this episode was undoubtedly Pinky and the Brain. Effortlessly funny, and it gave us our first explicit Brinky moments of the season. (Of the series?)

I like how Pinky is the one so hopelessly out of step with British slang, despite... you know. The 5,000,000 pounds joke was hilarious, even if it was a groaner.

The patient set up of the joke where Pinky eats poker "fries", and the ensuing confusion over their name, was so cleverly done. You'd completely forgotten about that joke, you thought it was a one-note gag at the beginning of the episode, and then it comes right back in full force. It makes all the sense in the world, too. I felt like I should have seen it coming.

The song was probably the best of the two episodes I've seen so far.

Still probably doesn't go in my upper echelon of Animaniacs songs, but that's a very high bar, and this song was very good.

And then, of course, there's the royal flush.

So, this segment gave us the first seeds of Brinky for the season. You can clearly see Pinky's infatuation with Brain, but Brain refuses to openly acknowledge it and continues to abuse Pinky without a second thought. We'll see where it goes. (Don't tell me!)

This episode was good. Definitely the better of the two I've watched. The Warners segments have been a little disappointing to me so far compared to the PATB ones. The Warners haven't had any mind-blowingly good songs yet, and their jokes have been mostly mildly funny, in my opinion. Their dynamic feels off to me. We need some sibling fluff. Dot in particular feels like she legitimately doesn't like her brothers so far this season. They stepped up to defend her, helped her without a second thought, but she barely acknowledged it and went on to beat Wakko up for his trouble.

It's only been two episodes, though. The segments I've been most looking forward to are still solidly on the horizon.

My current ranking of season 3 episodes:

Episode 2

Episode 1

For those who have already watched the season, you're either looking at me right now with excitement at what I'll experience, or you're saying "oh, you sweet summer child." I don't want to know which. I definitely encourage you to interact with this post if you have anything to add to the discussion about this episode or the one before it. Don't say anything about any of the episodes after episode 2.

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[wintersongstress]

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this is me trying; t.holland

» pairing: tom holland x reader » song: this is me trying » word count: 1.6K

"Hey, you want to join us for movie night today?" Zendaya's voice brought you back to reality. You glanced at her, she was holding the door open while leaning her head in through the small space. There was a small smile on her face like she was too scared to show too much emotion in case it triggered you.

Shaking your head, you leaned further into your bed pulling the covers closer to your chin.

"Are you sure?" she asked again. Usually, she would've given up, but this time she was persistent. There weren't many nights left.

"I'm sure," you said blankly not looking at her. You turned your back towards her bringing the covers over your shoulder. You heard a small sigh followed by the door closing. You felt your throat tightening, the familiar knot making it difficult for you to lay in peace.

The warm tears started forming and it wasn't long before they were streaming down your face.

"I don't understand what the big deal is," his voice echoed as you walked down the hallway. Your hands were fists at your side and all you wanted to do was disappear. "I'm talking to you," he called out again hoping you would stop.

But you weren't stopping.

"Tell me why that's wrong?" he asked again. His voice settling into a softer tone realizing that raising his voice wasn't going to help. He was quickly walking now in the hopes to catch you. His fingers wrapped around your arm gently and you stopped.

"What's wrong? I told you I didn't want to go public, you went against what I specifically told you I didn't want. Why would you do that to me?" you asked the hurt in your voice piercing through his heart.

It hadn't been his intention. It'd slipped. It wasn't something he could take back now.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he rambled, but you jerked your arm away shaking your head. The last words you spoke directly to him rung in his head.

"It's over. We're done."

Sinking deeper into the mattress, you held on to the comforter tighter. The tears had dried, but the pain was still holding on tight. You'd seen Tom since then. Obviously, you had to. There was no way of escaping him while you promoting the film, but you hadn't spoken to him. Not directly. Not intentionally.

There was a knock again. This time you didn't react so you were surprised when the door opened slowly and in came the familiar figure again.

"It's not the same without you," Zendaya said sitting at the edge of the bed. She wasn't leaving this time. "Why don't you talk to him?" she asked. She knew everything. She was the one person you ran to, but recently you'd started to slowly isolate her too only leaving the hotel room when you had an interview or special appearance.

"He doesn't want to talk to me anyway," you mumbled. Your voice was muffled by the comforter.

"How do you know? Has he told you that?" Zendaya flopped on the bed, she rested on her side watching the back of your head. Her hand came up to the covers trying to them from your face.

You groaned pulling on the cover.

"He doesn't want me back. I was awful to him," you said remembering how everything went down. The look of hurt he had on his face. The way he'd tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers and slowly backed away like you'd just accused him of the most horrible crime. The way he turned around and didn't look back. Not once.

"Did he say that?"

"No, but I know." That was the end of the conversation. And the last time you really spent time with her. Or with anyone no the cast for that matter.

"He's not here tonight, just come down for a bit." She pulled on your arm. Finally, you gave up. You let her lead you to the rest of the cast. Sitting down on one of the couches you pulled your sweater sleeves down so your hands saved in the fabric.

There was laughter and talking, but you spaced thinking of the times when you were on this very couch with Tom making jokes with everyone. Back before the world knew about the two of you. Before your world seemed to come down in flames.

-

It'd been almost a month. A month without Tom. You'd think a month would be long enough to forget about him, but time did not heal your wounds. You'd tried texting him. You missed him. But he never replied. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Did he go back home for a break or did he stay in the country to work?

He hadn't posted on Instagram. It was like he'd vanished into thin air, just like you'd wished for when you broke up with him. Which you had to remind yourself, you broke up with him. It didn't make it any easier.

Have you heard anything from Tom?

You'd given in and texted Zendaya, with who you'd patched things up. You couldn't bear to lose her too.

He's actually in town.

The reply was quick and it almost caused your heart to jump out of your chest. He was in town and you didn't know. She hadn't told you without prompting. Had he asked her not to?

The address to the hotel he was staying in flashed on your screen and your heart started jumping again. Thumping loudly, so loudly you could hardly hear yourself think.

It was late. Late enough that paparazzi wouldn't follow you. Late enough that Tom would probably be asleep. Late enough that maybe he wouldn't even want to talk to you if he was awake.

After pulling a few strings, you were standing outside his hotel room. Your hands cold in the pockets of your jacket. Taking out a hand, you formed a small fist knocking on the door gently. No response.

You waited, biting your lip and debating whether you should just go. Shaking the defeatist attitude, you knocked again. This time with a little more force.

It took a few seconds, but the door opened slowly and a shirtless Tom peaked his head through the small crack.

"Hi," you exhaled. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until you saw him. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. Your heart was happy to see him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping.

"You didn't answer my text," you almost whispered. It was as if you'd forgotten how to speak, how to put words together to form a cohesive thought.

"What?" he said furrowing his brows, he still hadn't opened the door completely and you were standing outside his hotel room awkwardly playing with your fingers.

"I text you-"

"You broke up with me. Am I obligated to respond? I've been busy..." he added almost as if to soften the blow.

Stepping back at the sound of his raised voice, you nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." Walking backward, you apologized again turning on your heel, walking back towards the elevator. You heard the door close as you walked away cupping your hand over your mouth to block the ugly crying noises that were desperate to escape.

Pushing on the elevator button aggressively, you waiting for the ding. It felt like the longest seconds of your life. When the doors finally opened you stepped in. Again, the wait felt like an eternity. They were finally closing, but you saw an arm stop the doors.

It was Tom with his disheveled hair and a shirt. He'd put on a shirt.

"I didn't reply because it hurt too much," he confessed standing in front of you as the elevator doors closed. Your bodies shook as the elevator moved down and you held on to the railing to hold your ground.

"I wanted to. I wanted to reply, but you broke up with me." His voice cracked. You wiped some of the tears that'd started falling from your face. He was right.

"I'm sorry," you said finally looking at him. The tears were back, but you weren't wiping them this time. "I want to-" your voice cracked and your chest tightened. You stopped and inhaled deeply watching Tom stand in front of you with confusion.

"I want to try again. Please." Stepping forward you tried reaching for his hand, but he retracted it quickly running both hands through his hair and cupping one over his mouth.

"We can't-" he said softly the elevator doors finally opening. This was your queue.

"It's fine," you smiled forcefully shaking your head as he tried approaching. "It's okay. I'm going," you said pushing past him quickly leaving him dumbfounded on the elevator.

The air was cold as you stepped outside. Your tear-streaked face was faced with the cold wind and tucked your hands into your coat again silently sobbing as you aimlessly walked down the street.

"Wait!"

Were you hallucinating? Turning you saw Tom standing by the hotel entrance. He was walking towards you. Your feet worked quicker than your brain, you started walking towards him too. Each step quicker than the one before and soon enough you were face to face.

His breathing was heavy, his hands cold as they made contact with your cheeks.

"Let's try again," he whispered as he brushed his nose against yours. His lips only centimeters away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his body, you closed the gap. The tears that pooled on your cheeks coursed down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Losing yourself in the kiss, you tightened your grip around him and his thumb gently wiped the tears.

You didn't know how things would work out, but you knew you wanted to be with him. Publicly or not. You'd never stop trying.

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[heaven-in-a-wild-flower]

Crows Headcanon: Wesper Headcanon (Wylan Van Eck and Jesper Fahey)

If you’d rather read this and more Crows headcanons on ao3 here’s the link.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Previous Chapter (Chapter 5)

Chapter 6 (the chapters aren’t related and do not continue the story, each can be read separately)

Wylan

It was inevitable. Their first fight. Of course, they'd fight at some point, living together. It began as everything does, small and barely noticeable. There would be tiny squabbles about clothes strewn about in the room, trinkets never returned to their places. Then it grew and grew, never-ending poisonous vines wrapping around them, strangling them. They spent every moment apart thinking of flaws with the other and every moment together pointing it out.

Just this morning Jesper grumbled about being too warm when Wylan woke up wrapped around him in the morning (even in sleep, his body knows what it really wants, too bad his mind isn't as smart right now). And Wylan knew, he <i>knew</i> that Jesper probably meant nothing by it. But his mind immediately began spewing venom into his heart. <i>You will only ever be a burden. He says he loves you, but he's already tired of you. How much longer do you think he'll stay here when he could have anyone?</i> But he's stubborn and strong and, he refused to show his heart because what else is that but an invitation to stab? So he pulled away and said, "Fine, then. If it's such an inconvenience then I won't touch you at all." And he walked out of the room, tears stinging in his eyes.

Jesper

I know I messed up. I've been messing up constantly. All of this is so new to me. I didn't know it would be this difficult to stay with someone. I've shared so many beds but I've never before shared a room. I didn't realise that it would bother someone else that my clothes aren't always in the cupboard. At first, it frustrated me that he would find faults with me all the time. It reinforced those voices in my brain that told me that I'd never be enough. So I took out those frustrations the way I always have, in cards and drinks and coins.

For a while, it was fine. I thought I'd fixed it somehow. Then, he started noticing more money missing. And he was so so angry. What else did I expect from a bomb-maker, if not an explosive temper? I knew that it wasn't working. I knew it was wrong. I knew that it wasn't truly helping me at all. But it scared me, terrified me that he'd already noticed all the worst things about me, and had to be stuck with that all the time. I realised then that this wasn't going to last much longer. So I gave up. I stopped trying to fix anything between us and just continued to feed the fire. If this is going to end anyway, what was even the point? What would be the point of telling me to please stay, please let me stay? How could I even convince him? He'd seen the worst things, the darkness behind my flirtatious smiles. He's let me stay for months now, and he hates it. He hates <i>me</i>, here. What could I ever do about that?

Even this morning, I complained about being too warm when he'd wrapped his body around me. I'd just gotten up, and for a single moment, I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten that we'd gone from being lovers, loved, loving, to...fighting. I'd forgotten that every word would be taken as a bullet. He'd flinched away from me (it made my heart <i>hurt</i>) and snarled, "Fine, then. If it's such an inconvenience then I won't touch you at all." And he'd stormed out of the room.

I raised a hand automatically, about to stop him. But what could I say? I'd only ever been good at destroying things, not fixing them. So I dropped my hand and laid back on the bed, eyes closed to keep the tears in, not succeeding in the least.

Wylan

It got so bad that even Inej and Kaz began to notice. They'd visit from time to time, either for his help or Jesper's. And naturally, they felt the crackling tension in the air. They never said anything about it, but he could see them exchanging glances, communicating in that way that only they could. It reminded him of the way he and Jesper used to communicate. The gentle brushing of their hands, stray touches on the elbow or shoulder, and he had to stop and take a deep breath to clear the constriction in his lungs.

They were both so tired of fighting all the time that even that had stopped. He never thought he'd miss fighting, but he did. At least then, Jesper was paying attention to him, even if he was smirking thoughtlessly. But now, nothing. They simply avoided each other around the house. He'd enter the kitchen, and Jesper would walk out. Jesper would enter our bedroom, and he'd leave. Even at night, Jesper would stay out so late that they never went to bed together. They did still sleep in the same room, the same bed. They still had that, but he didn't know how much longer even that'd last. So when he inevitably woke up first every morning, he'd stare and stare and stare. He'd caress every inch of Jesper's brown skin that he could see, just with his eyes, hand itching to touch.

He made sure never to get close to him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to let him go. He'd latch onto him and hold on forever.

Jesper

The silence was so loud it was deafening. It made his hair stand on end. He hated this silence, but he also didn't know how to break it. It'd grown so huge, a looming monster growing between them, and he knew no way of vanquishing it. So he let it be. He let Wylan avoid his touch like he had something contagious, and he let him keep as much distance as he wanted, even as his heart shrivelled every time it happened.

The only way he now knew to protect his heart was to stay out of the house. He didn't think that he'd ever need to protect his heart from Wylan. He couldn't believe that this is what it'd come to.

He came home every night, skin chill from the wind outside, aching to sink into Wylan's warmth and knowing he wasn't allowed. So he stared and stared and stared and drank whatever warmth he could from those bright curls and freckled skin. And in his dreams, the only thing he saw, over and over again, were those azure eyes gazing at him like they once did, in love.

Kaz

He'd had enough. What now that they didn't have any problems those idiots decided to make some of their own? He would not let this stand, not a chance.

Inej

She knew that gleam in his eyes. He had a plan, and since it was Kaz's, it was expected that it'd be devious. But, she knew for once that it was with the best of intentions. So she listened attentively when he told her and smiled a tiny proud smile when he was done.

Wylan

It was an overcast evening, and he shivered as he made himself a cup of hot chocolate. Jesper was out, of course, doing whatever he did every day. He didn't know. How could he if they didn't talk anymore? So he took out his flute and tried to practice, tried to ignore his trembling hands. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door. He dropped the flute and ran for it, only taking a second to check who it was. Inej.

He yanked open the door. She wouldn't bang it like that if there wasn't an emergency. She looked worried, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide.

What's happened?" he asked.

"Jesper...he's missing," she said, suddenly wilting. His heart stopped.

"What?" he whispered, his voice breaking.

"Kaz needed him for a job, so I went to get him. I checked all his usual joints, and he wasn't there anywhere," she looked pitying now. She'd definitely noticed the way his skin grew paler. If even the Wraith couldn't find him, where could he be? What-what could've happened to him?

"But," she said and he perked up immediately, "we think we know who could've taken him."

It takes them half an hour to make a plan to rescue him, hoping desperately that they were going to the right place. Inej instructs him on which bombs they need, and they set off.

Jesper

It can't be true. It could not be true. Not again. Kaz just told him that one of his rivals had kidnapped Wylan. They were now waiting for him to come to them and demand the ransom. How could this have happened? Why Wylan? He hoped with all his heart that they were at least treating him well, knowing that that wasn't very likely. As they sat there, a fire burned in his belly. He felt hatred rise like a storm inside him. He would not be merciful with whoever had kidnapped Wylan.

He didn't understand how Kaz could just sit there, relaxed as though nothing had happened. No, he knew that maintaining a veneer of calmness would make it easier to negotiate with the kidnapper. But he still couldn't stop his fists from clenching and his jaw from tensing. He tried to breathe deeply, telling himself that the kidnapper wouldn't kill Wylan because that would get him nothing. Wylan would be okay. He had to be. He couldn't die. He couldn't die, with Jesper not able to recollect the last time he touched him, the last word he told him.

So they waited. Jesper grew more and more jittery, legs shaking and fingers tapping and fidgeting. Kaz somehow grew calmer and calmer, cane resting gently on his lap, utterly in his element, ready to do his part.

When the outer door slammed open, Jesper stood up abruptly, and Kaz gripped his cane tighter. The door opened and in came charging...

Wylan

Finally, they got through the gate, and the soldiers posted outside and entered an empty room. He didn't waste a second. The moment he noticed the other door in the room, he rushed at it, pushing it open. And there he was. He ran to Jesper and hugged him, holding on so so tightly. He was so relieved to find him that he didn't even wonder why Jesper wasn't tied up and gagged.

"You're okay, you're okay," he chanted, under his breath, still unwilling to let go of his sharpshooter. Jesper held him in return, nestling his head in Wylan's curls, speechless for once. After a few minutes, or seconds, or hours, or an eternity, he pulled back a little to see Jesper wide-eyed, looking at him like he was a ghost.

"I'm sorry," they both blurted out at once, and they laughed and sobbed at that.

"No, no, I should be the one to apologise. I'm so sorry for being such a mess. The clothes and my other things and the gambling. Oh, I knew I needed to stop, and I couldn't and then- and then-" Jesper babbled.

"No! Don't be sorry. I'll help you, we'll do it together. Okay? I'm sorry too. It was all so perfect, and it scared me. I was so scared that you'd leave that I nearly drove you to leave myself," he said, staring right into Jesper's eyes so he'd understand.

"Okay. But just so you know, I never would've left," Jesper tells him, looking back just as intensely.

"Okay. That's good," Wylan says, chuckling, suddenly embarrassed.

Jesper tilts his chin back up and gazing into his eyes the whole time, kisses him. Wylan responds ravenously, and well...it all works out. They remind the other that they love them, that they always have and always will. And when they realise what Kaz and Inej tricked them into, Wylan is outraged, and Jesper just laughs and laughs and laughs (Wylan then kisses him, hearing the laughs echo in his heart).

Next chapter (Chapter 7)

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[sinhasaheart]

Something snagged on Hal's cape. Swearing, he tripped over and smacked into the pavement. With the ring on his finger, every bit of his frustration was translated to anyone who was in earshot.

An alien language, laced with triumph, reached Hal's ears. "I have found you," was what he was told.

With difficulty, because his cape was still caught in a tight grip, Hal rolled over and discovered the cause of all his problems. It was an alien, in blue and black, with reddish skin, and fingers that were matching a scrap of cloth to Hal's cape. Both glowed brightly green.

Recognition flashed in Hal's brain. "Hold up," he said. "You're that guy who jumped the Spectre last week. It was totally inspiring. Old ghosty didn't know what to make of you. Do you go around accosting everyone wearing a green cape?"

Bright yellow eyes studied Hal intently. "I was searching for someone," Sinestro told him. "That has been completed."

Again, Hal took in the scarp of fabric and it all came together for him inside his head. Sinestro had been looking for him but Hal wasn't too sure why. Maybe Sinestro was hoping for some easy prey.

As Hal yanked his cape out of Sinestro's grip, Sinestro asked him curiously, frowning just a little, "Why wear a cape? It is not necessary for Green Lantern flight."

Hal scoffed. "At least I'm not jetting around in a spaceship," he muttered. "Now that would be unwise."

There was a small frown on Sinestro's lips and Hal figured the alien probably hadn't got the reference. Hal didn't plan to make Abin's mistakes.

"I'm a total flight nerd," Hal explained breezily. "Sue me. I wanted to see if the cape thing really does help you fly."

"And does it?" That curiosity was back, an insatiable thirst that shaped Sinestro's features.

"Not me," Hal shrugged. "You're right. As a Green Lantern, I can will myself to have any advantage a cape can give me. Plus, I keep tripping over the damn thing. It has got to go."

With Sinestro's eyes on him, Hal tore the green fabric from his shoulders and tossed it away. It dissolved into energy and vanished.

That taken care of, Hal flicked out his wrist and then carefully aimed his ring at the figure standing before him. "Day and night, watch out for my light. It's over, evil doer."

One elegant eyebrow was arched at Hal while Sinestro looked totally unafraid. "That cannot be an official oath."

Awkwardly, Hal rubbed at the back of his neck. "I've, uh, I've forgotten how the extended version I had goes. It was all written down but then I ran into this massive wolf, the size of a 747, and... basically the dog ate my homework."

That got Hal a breath of laughter from Sinestro. "I am discovering a new meaning for absurdity."

Hal wasn't sure whether or not to be insulted. "Look, I'm doing my best here," he tried to explain to Sinestro. He needed to get his head on straight and focus.

Trying to pull himself together, Hal turned away to give himself a pep talk. "OK, Hal, you just gotta - oh, no, I've done it again! Secret identity!"

Aghast at his own uselessness, Hal turned back to Sinestro. Hopefully, Sinestro hadn't been listening.

That time, it was the other eyebrow that quirked up at Hal. "I heard nothing," Sinestro assured him. He stepped back and assumed a defensive position, perfectly poised and practised. "Shall we fight now?"

Two fingers beckoned to Hal, perfectly manicured and painted black, and it hit Hal as hard as he'd slammed into the pavement. He wanted to know more about Sinestro.

Prompt 290

“You don’t understand! This hero had everything - it was the best fight I’d ever had.” The villain sighed, looking forlornly at the city below. “They ran off before I could get their name. All that was left was this shred of their cape.”

Their sidekick patted their arm. “Don’t worry, there’s lots of heroes in the city. We’ll find you a new nemesis.“