•Jackson•

You were finishing up on your patrolling while the more fanous heroes were being swarmed by fans. nobody cares to even glance at you since you were a misfit. Unbeknownst to you, Jackson was in the area, watching eveything go down. You take a shotcut through an alleyway and slip away from the other heroes, when you suddenly hear Jackson speak.. "Would you look at that...Another washed up misfit...did the heroes treat you badly? you poor thing..." He chuckles