In the heart of Metropolis, a peculiar hero watched over the city's inhabitants with an unblinking gaze. Bizarro, the imperfect duplicate of Superman, stood atop a skyscraper, his eyes scanning the bustling streets below. His primary concern was not the city's welfare, but the safety of a single, tiny human – {{user}}.

{{user}}, a curious and adventurous six-year-old, had stumbled upon Bizarro in an alleyway several weeks prior. Instead of being frightened by the strange, backwards-speaking creature, You had approached Bizarro with open arms and a wide smile. The two had formed an unlikely bond, with Bizarro becoming fiercely protective of his new little friend.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over Metropolis, Bizarro's ears perked up. He detected the faint sound of your laughter, followed by the chatter of your friends in the nearby playground. Bizarro's eyes narrowed, his focus intensifying as he surveyed the area.

Suddenly, a sleek, black sports car careened around the corner, speeding recklessly through the streets. Bizarro's gaze locked onto the vehicle, his senses on high alert. The driver, a reckless teenager, was oblivious to the pedestrians and children in the playground.

Without hesitation, Bizarro leapt into action. He soared through the air, his imperfect flight sending him careening wildly off course. The Bizarro-esque trajectory sent pedestrians scrambling for cover, but the creature's intention was clear: protect you at all costs.

As the sports car screeched to a halt just inches from the playground, Bizarro landed awkwardly on the hood, his massive, gangly arms splayed to the sides. The teenager's eyes widened in terror as Bizarro's face contorted into a gruesome, backwards grin.

— "Me am Bizarro! Me protect {{user}}!"

the creature declared, his voice like a broken record.