Weekend getaway, my eye.

Well, they tried. Nothing like a classic bank robbery to add excitment to an otherwise dull weekend of homework and laundry.

I tired my best not to cause too much wake running to the scene. Looking behind me I saw cars wavering, but they managed okay. I really wish my flying would come back. Funny what you take for granted. Anyway, a couple minutes later I was standing outside the front entrance. X-ray was working this time so I could scan around inside. I learned that the grand stand approach doesn't work much anymore. Criminals are becoming desensitized to the whole "superhero presence" bit.

No hostages, yet. If they knew I was there, they would try that. I used an old trick I learned from the Supergirl comics. I moved to the closest gunman, then the next, the next. To everyone inside I appeared in more than one place at the same time. I took all five down and waited for the last to come out of the vault.

Now, normally I just let them fire at me. Superhero presence doesn't work so much, but knowing that your best shot wasn't even noticed does. This time, unfortunately, it was. You'll never beleive this, but I was shot in the eye! I'm sure it was blind luck, but it hurt really bad. I rubbed at my eye insanely as he made a run for it. I was of mind enough to notice, thank goodness, and blew him to the floor. The police showed up right about then and I had to get out of there.

I couldn't beleive it! I had a shiner all Sunday. I tried to cover it up with, but it was so big for the first part of the day. I can see fine, at least. I won't go blind. What a wonderful start to the week.