Nighthunter
It’s funny to look at Prime’s comics.
The suits. Their outfits. All colored, all matching their powers, their origins. All sticking tightly to their body. Showing off their-their-I can’t even. It just stings.
I don’t see mine showing in our media. I don’t see mine showing when I take off my shirt. When I wear some spandex. I tried. I’m not like them. I’m overweight. An overweight superhero. The son of a cop, and he’s overweight. A superhero. Overweight.
A-Rex, Prime, Champ, I’m sure even UltraViolet. They all have-they have the goddamn muscles that I don’t. The ones I work for everyday, I fight for, I sweat and cry tears for. I know they feel bad for me. But there’s nothing they can do. And I don’t blame them for it. But it doesn’t make me any less angry because of my raging jealousy.
It stings to look at those fucking comics.
