There came a scream and an explosion and a burst of static and the sound of a staircase falling down a staircase and a panel consisting only of the word KA-CHUNK! Tinyman felt loneliness surround him as water might a sponge.

but this was a story with a plot.

ah-ha.

A plot might have brought a color to his eye, but he was up late beyond recognition. The next morning he would be putting in an appearance at the superhero office and the League of Justice to convince all the other superheroes to support his platform and candidacy. Superman was governor of California and Batman was mayor of Chicago so both of their endorsements would be meaningful. This part was all handshaking for Tinyman, and reminding these tall capable men who he was, these muscular figures who now held political offices, each a superhero emeritus who only saved lives for occasional, well-timed, photo ops.

"Remember me? My name is Tinyman. I used to have a comic book that put out three issues. Now I'm running for President."