Bent and Beat

I knew that there was something going down in the city. I don't just wear the cape and tights because I look good in them. When you're a hero long enough, guardian of the city, bastion of justice and all, you begin to pick up on vibes. It's in the air, really. I just wanted to get out of that restaurant and out of the smoldering wreckage that was our date and start my patrol. Sally though had to order the molten cake, twenty five minutes to prepare, plus time to eat and linger over coffee. Forty minutes at least.

The fire at began at 2:15 am. I finally hit the streets that night at 2:42. The gas main blew at 2:33. Close, but not close enough. By time I arrived there was just a smoldering crater and no bodies which had no one to cry over anyway. I always try to see the good side of things.

I could have been there, of course. Evacuated the entire place in less then two minutes, put the fire out in three. But Sally Strahan was a selfish bitch and had to have the molten chocolate cake. Fourteen dollars too. Simply selfish. By the time we could hail a cab back uptown and fucked for a few hours, it was after 2:00 before she fell asleep and i could sneak out and head back to my place to change. But it was too late.