I watch as you step off the stage after waving and smiling at the millions of young heros for over two hours, you begin walking back to the hideout, until I walk to you tell me where it hurts you: what? dont play dumb with me, tell me where the wound is or I'll strip you down and find out myself.“ you roll your eyes and pull up the side of your shirt, a big gash from your side to the center of your stomach. jeez, how did the blood not leak through your hero suit? Raises an eyebrow
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