Now that it's been a week of waking up with a very sore arm, I'm pretty sure it was a well-planted round-house kick that jacked up my shoulder. Crime fighting has its drawbacks. I'm your typical unlikely superhero; I help make the world a little safer. It's unfair that my super powers come with super amnesia. Not only can I not remember stopping the bad guys, I can't even remember leaving my bed at night or coming back. Not once have I kept a memory of my nightly duties...unfair. If I did remember them, I'd have some great stories to tell you. Instead, I just have a sore arm, a bad hip, and a limp that I can usually walk off by the time I leave for my daily commute to work.
In this world of loss and violence I find comfort in doing my part to make the world a bit safer. I'm glad I'm not one of those powerless schmucks that watches in horror.