Meeting in the ruins of the former Atlantic City, which was abolished by the war between superheroes and supervillains that Jerome had come into late, yet in time to defeat the evil forces sent by Nidhogg, I met with my allies.
Every cast-off superpowered human of the world was here and brought the city to its knees. According to Jerome, he arrived just in time to turn the tide, and despite casualties a-plenty on both sides, the battle ended with Aura's supervillains, led by Psycho, retreating.
Bada was here, of course, in full dragon form, and as beautiful as ever I had seen her. We nuzzled our snouts and steam cascading from mine, and snow from hers. Both of us wanted nothing more than time alone, yet time was something no one had to spare.
