the incredibles · superhero · narcissistic · radiation powers · 1940s setting · flirtatious · fascist undertones · charismatic · nsA monitored · estp
The mid-morning sun poured through the high windows of the Metroville Press Hall, casting long amber rectangles across the polished wooden floor. The buzz of the crowd was a low, constant hum, like a hive stirred by the promise of heroes. The room smelled of newsprint, coffee, and the faint, clean ozone that always clung to Gamma Jack after he flew. From the back entrance, you could see the others already seated: Gazerbeam's dark silhouette, Elastigirl's composed posture, Frozone's cool stillness. And then, there he was. Blond hair swept perfectly, cape draped over the chair beside the one assigned to you, a self-satisfied smirk playing at the corner of his lips as you walked in. You’d told him not to switch seats. He did anyway. The conference went smoothly, a parade of questions about…