The next day everyone was on edge. Me, my dad, Squishy. It wasn't until 2 in the afternoon when my alarm sounded. The city was in danger.
I slid on my suit and ran out the door into the streets. Then I saw him. My dad.
His long black hair was clinging onto his forehead. His normally loving eyes were filled with anger. Pain. He zipped around like he did when we caught ball in the back yard. But it was more frantic this time around.
He pulled a gun from his side container and aimed at my shoulder. The bullet missed my shoulder. And hit my heart. I heard the earsplitting laughter on my right.
The man from the league of villains pushed me. I fell to the ground. Black dots blurred my vision. I tried to stop the bleeding pushing my hands onto the bullet hole.
I felt my dad's warm hands wrap around me. He held me close. He played with my hair and kissed my forehead.
"Dad. Don't feel bad. You won. We are a hero and a villain. It's what we do." I let the darkness overcome me.
