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Poison Lotus used her vicious, man-eating plants to corner me. The thorny vines surrounded my feet as I tried to fight the snapping plant that was trying to bite my head off. All hope seemed gone for me.
And so I sang.
I sang a song nobody would ever hear. Nobody could comprehend. Yet everyone felt enchanted by it. There were no words, but they felt like they needed to obey.
Things happen when you mess with a half-siren. Especially if her superhero persona is Bermuda.
Poison Lotus screeched as my song continued, covering her ears. The plants trying to attack me withered away to dust. Poison Lotus' pine green eyes widened as she saw what I did.
"You always do this!" She screamed. I simply sang more.
Poison Lotus glared at me before she disappeared, probably going to her base. I stopped singing as people around me began to cheer, "Bermuda! Bermuda!"
I sighed a breath of relief before glancing at my arm. Goddammit, that's a lot of blood.
I'll deal with that later. First, I had to escape all of this attention from the news crew and such. I whisked away into the night as people continued to yell out my superhero name.
Most superhero comics make the muscular superhero go into a telephone booth to change personas, but telephones booths aren't really a thing in NYC. I found an empty alleyway with no homeless people and transformed into my boring self. As a human, I was a regular Jane Doe. Straight, blonde hair, blue eyes, affordable clothes. My name was basic, too, being Emily Brown.
In my normal form, I ran to the apartment complex I lived in. I entered the elevator and pressed the number "13". I took some deep breaths as I went up. Being a superhero was fun and all, I could finally break out of my boring life, but it was nice to just...relax for a bit. My arm was still bleeding, but I figured I could fix it up in no time.
I'm Bermuda, after all.

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