The Ultimate Foe

It seemed like a normal day in the chrome encrusted Frank City. The wind was blowing, the flowers were blooming, everything was going splendidly! “ What a wonderful day!” pointed out the handsome young boy walking home from a glorious day at school. He had black hair, black eyes, light skin and had a bandana that had been passed down to him by his father. He also had a shirt with his name on it that was also his father’s when he was a kid. The city was named after his father for saving it many, many times.