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Therapy for Superheroes, Page 3 #comics #becominghero A prequel to the comics character who kills his author.

Updates Saturdays, artist Ian Pineda.

PAGE THREE PANEL 1 Five superheroes sit around a dimly-lit poker table in some dark basement somewhere. Mark’s spread a map on the table. Skye lounges back with his feet on the table, uber-relaxed. Butterfly sits very appropriately, with her fingers crossed almost as if in prayer. Natasha stands intensely over the table with one foot on a chair and her fist on the corner of the map. Robotman stands with arms crossed. Butterfly: “I wasn’t even aware the Scythes were fighting the Mafia—they did not have a conflicting market. The Mafia does drugs, the Scythes did experimentation on superhumans.” Natasha: “Not much crossover between those.” PANEL 2 Mark points to a photograph of a ring, above the map. It’s a ring with a Harvard medical school logo on it. Mark: “Until this guy. Psych, they call him. He’s gotten your local Mafia into a bigger weapons’ market, and that now includes superhuman tech.” Robotman: “That’s who stole everything from the Scythes’ warehouse after we took them out to avenge Pink.” Mark: “Right.” PANEL 3 Skye rises to leave the room, looking discouraged. Natasha notices. PANEL 4 Basement “kitchen”, dingy, with an old-looking fridge. Through the door we can still see into the lit “poker” room where the other heroes are strategizing. Natasha: “So what, you know all this already?” Skye: “Not now, Thunder. I don’t want to be scolded, and I don’t want to think. I just want them to tell me who to hit, and then I want to hit them.” Natasha: “Is it because of what I said? About us never dating?” PANEL 5 Skye’s face. Skye: “It doesn’t help.”

 

(An informal webcomic in the world of BECOMING HERO, the novel about a comic book character who shoots his author, and the comic book reader who may have to stop him. Great meta superhero fiction for fans of Deadpool, Animal Man, Last Action Hero, Stranger than Fiction, Superboy-Prime, She-Hulk, Cerebrus the Aardvark, AmbushBug, and other author-meeting fourth-wall-breaking “rage against the author” tropists.)

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PAGE THREE

PANEL 1

Five superheroes sit around a dimly-lit poker table in some dark basement somewhere. Mark’s spread a map on the table.

Skye lounges back with his feet on the table, uber-relaxed. Butterfly sits very appropriately, with her fingers crossed almost as if in prayer. Natasha stands intensely over the table with one foot on a chair and her fist on the corner of the map. Robotman stands with arms crossed.

Butterfly: “I wasn’t even aware the Scythes were fighting the Mafia—they did not have a conflicting market. The Mafia does drugs, the Scythes did experimentation on superhumans.”

Natasha: “Not much crossover between those.”

PANEL 2

Mark points to a photograph of a ring, above the map. It’s a ring with a Harvard medical school logo on it.

Mark: “Until this guy. Psych, they call him. He’s gotten your local Mafia into a bigger weapons’ market, and that now includes superhuman tech.”

Robotman: “That’s who stole everything from the Scythes’ warehouse after we took them out to avenge Pink.”

Mark: “Right.”

PANEL 3

Skye rises to leave the room, looking discouraged. Natasha notices.

PANEL 4

Basement “kitchen”, dingy, with an old-looking fridge. Through the door we can still see into the lit “poker” room where the other heroes are strategizing.

Natasha: “So what, you know all this already?”

Skye: “Not now, Thunder. I don’t want to be scolded, and I don’t want to think. I just want them to tell me who to hit, and then I want to hit them.”

Natasha: “Is it because of what I said? About us never dating?”

PANEL 5

Skye’s face.

Skye: “It doesn’t help.”