Super-one!

[superbombshell]

[Good evening, Paradisa. Your castle is now +1 Super-babe, just waking up after a nasty run-in with a kryptonite-ridden killer robot. And yes, she talks to herself some.]

Yeesh! I feel like . . . like I just smacked into a kryptonite glacier, I guess. I bet this is what it feels like to be hungover. After almost getting alcohol poisoning. [

Comments

[cheerupemoborg]

[Oh joy. Another one.

Man, this has just NOT been Hank's month!]

... Welcome to Paradisa.

Enjoy your stay.

[superbombshell]

[Buh?]

Uh . . . thanks? Who said that?

[cheerupemoborg]

Look for a journal or book.

[superbombshell]

[Oh hey, that was helpful, little voice.]

You're a . . . talking a book?

[batfail]

Uhhhh...

[superbombshell]

. . . hello?

[batfail]

Kar... a? [Well it kinda sounds like her...]

[superbombshell]

[Er . . . ] That's my name, don't wear it out.

[supertorso]

Uh... what?

[superbombshell]

I'm pretty sure that's my line.

[supertorso]

And just when I thought this place couldn't get any weirder...

Who are you?

[superbombshell]

I'm Supergirl. Who are you?

[isthenight]

[ Out of everyone it could've been... ]

Kara.

[superbombshell]

[Did the room just get colder? Or gloomier? Or squeakier? Or maybe that was just her. Why does he always have to sneak up on people like that?!]

Batman?! Where are you?

[isthenight]

In town. There should be a journal near you.

[superbombshell]

Yeah, uh, thanks. [Won't tell him someone already tipped her off to that.

. . . wait.] What town?

[pullsheavendown]

What's kryptonite?

[superbombshell]

Uh, glowy green radioactive stuff?

[pullsheavendown]

I don't think I've seen that before.

[superbombshell]

No big loss there.