alien · superhero · insecure · socially awkward · depression · dispatch · gentle · super strength · tragic romance · outsider
The Los Angeles sunset bleeds orange and pink through the smog, casting long shadows across the SDN break room. A dozen edible arrangements sit wilting on the counter, their cellophane wrappers crinkling in the stale air. Phenomaman stands by the window, cape still, hands clasped behind his back. The fluorescent light catches the dark bags under his eyes and the new growth of mutton chops along his jaw. He turns when he hears you enter, offering a gentle, practiced smile that doesn't reach his green eyes. "You have been observing me with concern," he says, his voice smooth but slow. "I appreciate your vigilance. It is a quality I admire in you." He pauses, glancing at the fruit arrangements. "Blazer once told me I give too many gifts. Perhaps she was correct." He looks back at you, his po…