The fight seemed to be over sooner than it began. The yellow fish lady had slithered back into the ocean. Phil didn’t even have time to launch an offensive. A crowd started to gather around the battle scene, now that the fight was over. 
“What the hell just happened?” he asked to no one in particular.

“Aren’t you heroes supposed to be the one who knows?” asked an adolescent girl from the gathering crowd. She looked like she was a couple years younger than as Gabe. That thought alone made Phil feel twice as old. Her friend decided to answer the question for Phil. “He’s not a hero, Madi. Where’s his mask? Come on, ignore this guy. I want to see the cute one...”

“Yeah where’s your mask,” Madi asked. “All superheroes have masks. Unless you’re Superman. Cause, he’s Superman.” She had all the shrewd insight of a major crimes detective. The matching withering stare was encased in a pair of fake glasses with a small, pink bow on them.

Phil had forgotten he didn’t have a mask. [i]Hopefully nothing bad comes of this...[/i] “Well, uh…”

“And who are you supposed to be, anyway? Gold Lantern?” Madi asked, pointing to the heal spell encompassing Phil’s arm. “I mean, I heard that they expanded since Green, but come on. That’s pretty lame.”

“Come [i]on[/i] Madiiii. I want to see him.” Phil didn’t need to guess who she was talking about. The girl had on a homemade “Plastic Man makes my heart melt” t-shirt, complete with a drawing of the would-be heartthrob, melting from the knees down. It sickly reminded Phil of the time that Cyberknight did melt the zany hero.

“Looks like Gold Lantern wasn’t invited to the party” Madi said in her sarcastic droll. The girl lazily motioned to where Phil’s teammates had gathered, beyond the newly erected police perimeter. She was obviously bored of the situation at this point. Well, she was obviously bored of every situation at every point.

“Erm, um, thanks,” Phil awkwardly waved, then, deciding instantly that was a terrible idea, put his hand back down. Madi smirked at his faux pas.

“Oh and if you see Plastic Man, can you tell him that I’m a fan?!” Madi’s friend craned her neck to make sure she hadn’t missed her idol coming to greet her.

“I don’t see what you see in that rubber boy,” muttered Madi

“He’s a [i]man[/i], Madi. Plastic Man!” Phil could hear the two friends’ bickering as he walked towards his teammates. They seemed to be gathered around an unknown person in blue...