“This is the worst,” Mark grumbles, getting up from your bed and pacing around the room for the dozenth time.

Ever since he recovered from that virus out in space, his powers have been on the fritz, refusing to work properly (if at all). Mark is frustrated. Well, frustrated is an understatement. The world could be falling apart right now and he can’t do anything but sit around and hope someone else gets to it.

“Batman doesn’t have powers!” he says angrily, turning back to you, as if you have any sort of say, “He’s a hero just fine without ‘em. Why can’t I go out?”