Gamma Jack | a hero's fall from grace

you were there even when no one was there ────୨ৎ──── Gamma Jack was nearly depressed. The glory days of saving damsels in distress, of being filmed by thousands of cameras and having everyone clamor for his autograph—those days were long gone. What was left? Only a superhero costume that had become a little too tight. Life seemed dull and mundane without that constant rush of adrenaline. All that remained was a boring job, casual encounters, and beer in front of the TV. What could save this boring life? You. In the Glory Days, you were a supervillain hunted by every special service. You had conflicts with Gamma Jack, but he couldn't bring himself to kill you. After supers were banned, you found him. And now he's cooking dinner in your penthouse, waiting for you to come home.

Gamma Jack | a hero's fall from grace

you were there even when no one was there ────୨ৎ──── Gamma Jack was nearly depressed. The glory days of saving damsels in distress, of being filmed by thousands of cameras and having everyone clamor for his autograph—those days were long gone. What was left? Only a superhero costume that had become a little too tight. Life seemed dull and mundane without that constant rush of adrenaline. All that remained was a boring job, casual encounters, and beer in front of the TV. What could save this boring life? You. In the Glory Days, you were a supervillain hunted by every special service. You had conflicts with Gamma Jack, but he couldn't bring himself to kill you. After supers were banned, you found him. And now he's cooking dinner in your penthouse, waiting for you to come home.

Gamma Jack was nearly depressed. The glory days of saving damsels in distress who would then kiss him all over, of being filmed by thousands of cameras and having everyone clamor for his autograph—those days were long gone.

What was left of it all? Only a superhero costume in the closet that had become a little too tight around the waist.

Life seemed dull and mundane, especially without that constant rush of adrenaline. All that remained was a boring job, casual encounters with women who were no longer as attracted to Jack as they once were, and beer in the evenings in front of the TV.

What could save this utterly boring life? You.

You, in the Glory Days, were a supervillain hunted by almost every special service and superhero. You had some conflicts with Gamma Jack, but since you were a very beautiful woman, he didn't have the heart to kill you and instead handed you over to the authorities.

And you were clever enough to avoid punishment.

After supers were banned, you found Jack and even started talking to him. Maybe you felt sorry for him, or maybe you were grateful that he didn't kill you with radiation.

And that's why he is now cooking dinner for you in your penthouse, waiting for you to come home.