He could feel the sting of each raindrop falling on his bare flesh, as if the rain were falling in slow motion. He exhaled, collapsing his magnificent chest into a never before seen paunch. And his costume, bathed in the colors of the great USA, is now seen in a different light, thinning out in several places, looking worn out just like the country herself.
Our hero scans the street below only to see that it is empty, save for a couple huddled under a single umbrella.
“Screw this,” he says to no one as he turns to walk home, gingerly of course.
And as our hero heads to the comforts of his home, the couple with the single umbrella turn the corner only to be greeted by a man pointing a gun at them.