TWO: LOSERS WATCH IT HAPPEN, WINNERS MAKE IT HAPPEN
"There isn't much justice in this world. Perhaps that's why it is so satisying to occasionally make some."
-Martian Manhunter, Justice League Task Force Vol. 1 #1
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GRETAL DIDN'T KNOW IF SHE should make a run for it or continue following Electric to who knows where. To be fair, this was the most excitement she had in years. Sure, she always wanted to have a life of freedom and just fun, but she wasn't sure if being a superhero's sidekick sealed the deal. Not only that this could possibly be a murderous plot, but either way it was at least some excitement.
Gretal followed Electric for twenty more minutes. And she was about to just sit down and stay there until Electric realizes she stopped following him. Though she rather not be roasted again from his damn powers.
Electric finally stopped in front of an old, abandoned warehouse. Gretal paused, looking up at it. Her anger was twisting and turning and it was only a few minutes before she'd actually burst.
She took a breath, glancing at the superhero. "You brought me to an abandoned warehouse? I walked twenty to twenty-five minutes for this piece of crap?"
Electric glared at her, as if it truly offended him. "This isn't just an abandoned warehouse, Gretal. I'll tell you more about it once we're inside."
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why?"
"Its safer." He left it at that and opened the large steel door.
Gretal froze. What if Electric was kidnapping her, or maybe he was truly going to murder her? Nah, she told herself, why would a superhero kidnap her in the first place? Plus, it wouldn't be kidnapping if she went willingly. (She's not entirely sure about him murdering her though). Well, she learned that anything could happen. With a shrug she followed and soon she was going down a stairwell, which only had one lightbulb. She prayed to the big guy in the sky that she wouldn't fall and faceplant into anything.
She wondered what her mom or her (very much an ass) dad would be thinking about right now, seeing their daughter head down a stairwell with a superhero. Even if they were divorced and her father was a complete douche, they'd probably be thinking the same thing right now.
They both ended up at another door, Electric quickly punching in a pin on the lock. Gretal watched as the door slid open with a wrenching creak.
"Seems a bit old, doesn't it?" She muttered.
Electric shrug. "Well, that's how its suppose to look. Its a disguise."
She nodded, having no clue what he was talking about. Once Electric entered the room blazed to life. Wrong, it wasn't a room. It was more like the inside of a mansion in one single room, if that made any sense.
The walls were a bright blue, and on them was probably a dozen flat-screen TVs of different sizes. Then there was the computers and the sofas that looked like they belong in a decor magazine. The sofas were leather and that's all Gretal wanted; to just sit her ass down on them and relax.
Electric turned his back on her and Gretal watched in shock as he took off his mask and faced her.
"Y-you took off your mask."
To be honest, Electric was quite handsome, a lady's man you can say. And Gretal was in uttered shock. Electric just revealed his identity . . . To me. Of all people.
"The name's John Summers." Electric said. Or John or whatever.
"J-John?" Gretal raised her eyebrows.

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Dummies' Guide to Being a Superhero (Editing)
Science FictionBeing a superhero's sidekick was the last thing Gretal Davidson expected, and it was the last thing she wanted to be. Because it takes more than powers to be a superhero. [image credit goes to artist, not me]