. . .The Fucking Mayor!

He strides in slow with the air of confidence that could only come from having the judges in his back pocket.

He’s an older man, your age but he’s used every trick in the book to hide that fact, dyed black hair, cosmetic surgery to bury wrinkles and sagging, he’s the personification of “fake politician”

He wears a custom tailored 3 piece maroon suit and black loafers that just screams “Pretentious douchebag” for miles around.

Once upon a time he was a hero too, but after his first big win he pivoted to politics, his big platform “heroes in office” utter horseshit but the public ate it up all the same, you reckon it’s been decades since he’s been in a fight.

“Hey there, feebs. . . Some press conference you held back there. . . Though, you may want to consider resigning. . .”

With a sigh you bite “And why would I do that Mr mayor…?” You say your eyes narrowing your eyes so sharply that you’re damn near squinting at him.

“Plenty of reasons…” he says before slowly walking the room examining everything with a veneer of curiosity.

“…for one thing your golden girl status in the eye of the public can’t last forever… and when those rose colored glasses fall off what are the good people of our city gonna see…?” He says turning to you.

“A washed up, old, has-been who couldn’t even stop eight men with guns…” he says.

Your grip tightens as you stare up at him, oh how much you’d relish the opportunity to wipe that smug smile off his arrogant face.

“And gee… now that I think of it… what with your precinct riddled with corruption and your inability to stop a local gang… maybe folk start to think that you’re in on it…?” He says feigning sincerity.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen… your going to resign by this time next year, and hey… if you do a good job maybe you can be remembered as the hero who was able to recognize her own incompetence and passed the torch?”

“To who? Someone you can actually fire?” You and he both knew that he can’t fire you, the public love you as chief and with election season closing in, he can’t afford to look like the bad guy who fired a true hero.

His obnoxiously fake smile drops upon you saying that, he sets his palms flat across your desk leaning in close.

“Your popularity won’t last forever… one call to the right person and your hero status is fucked… you get that? I’m giving you a shot at bowing out gracefully” it’s hard to tell from his expression if he really thinks he’s doing you a favor.

You give him your own fake smile and reply “Good luck on your reelection mr mayor, you’re gonna need it…” with that he stands and straightens out his suit before walking out.

Just as he reaches the threshold of your office he stops, looking over his shoulder to speak.

“Ah, before I forget, your new deputy will stop in later today, she’s a real peach, I picked her out myself” and with that, he takes his lead.

Your smile drops and you stand, drink in hand and step out onto the balcony of your office looking out at the lake in the center of the city.

In the center of the lake is Heroes Isle an island that serves as the final resting place of all capes in the city and holds massive larger then life statues of the greatest hero team to ever run these streets.

You stand among them your statue depicting a much younger woman, a less weary woman.

Back then all you had to worry about was street crime and the odd alien invasion, when did it all get so complicated?

Your best friend is in bed with the mob and the mayor is out for your job, honestly your really missing those alien invasions.