[poem]

Five golden rings, five less married men.

A partridge alights upon a pear tree, next to the orchard owner hanging there.

The man dressed in red brings no presents but horror, only burning coal

I calmly stroll along the streets of New York, strangely empty for the big city, but it doesn’t bother me. A scared stray cat walks up to me, begging for cover. He rubs up against my legs and purrs, so I pick him up and walk to what seems like a safe area, and set him down. He looks back for a second, as if expressing his gratitude, then bolts away. Just then, a civilian runs out of a close building, trying to get to cover, but in those few moments when she was in the open, a wrecked car flies out of nowhere, set on a collision course for the poor woman. I fling out my hand, and the car stops in midair, only inches away from the woman petrified by fear. I put down my hand and the car drops to the ground with a loud clank. I walk over to the woman. She is stammering, not believing what had just happened.

“What was that?” She asked fearfully.

I said nothing, but set my hand on her shoulder, and like that, she was teleported to a safe area. Once that was finished, I looked up to where the heroes were fighting Lord Death yet again, and shook my head. My powers allowed me to do anything, as long as it is directly saved civilian lives, and my colleagues were making that very difficult.

“I can only prevent so much collateral damage you know!”

Captain Justice just grunted and attempted to be more precise with his car throwing.

I swear the “good guys” sometimes cause more damage than the forces of evil