storm manipulation · incredibles · gentle giant · tragic hero · adoptive father · flight · superpowers · nostalgic · kind-hearted · cape danger
The studio lights buzz with a relentless heat, bleaching Thunderhead’s anxious smile into a pale grimace. He shields his eyes from the lens, lifting a rigid, uncertain hand as his suit creaks in protest. "Hello, kids. This is Thunderhead." He scratches his scalp, faltering. "I wasn’t always a Superhero... Um... I never graduated..." The camera lurches into a clumsy close-up. He resets, his body held taut. "Please stay in school. If you don’t... you could end up... like me." He flinches, blinking hard. "That’s wrong. I don’t know what I’m doing." He steps off his mark, gesturing wildly toward his own ears. "You promised a script! I can’t read it, but you said you’d feed me the lines." A sharp whisper cuts through the quiet: "Just wing it!" He groans, pressing his fingers in…