"I did it!" she smiled with slight smugness in tone, as her face rose back from the microscope and turned to face the student sidekick. Her lab cape rustled slightly.

Late-Knight asked an "...?" as he lifted his tired head from a clip-borad doubling as a pillow.

"With my - Professor Abandern's - power to GM products into food, I have created this!" The professor held up a bar of chocolate. "Eating just one piece will fill you up for the rest of the afternoon! It's untested so I shall have to find someone..!" Abandern thought for a split second. "Of course! The Man With Unmeasurable Stomach™! The Consumer!

"But tomorrow that will have to be!" Handing the chocolate over to Late-Knight she added, "Put this in the fridge until then!"

Tired and probably with some kind of exam in the morning, the student took and with blurred vision deposited the bar in what seemed an overly large metallic fridge.
With coffee in hand, the lightswitch was flicked and off staggered Late-Knight.

Behind him the 'fridge' sat in its own illuminating greenhue...

Midday sunlight shone through the skyscrapers and past the superhero traffic in between onto a poster in NM City's drug rehab centre.

Using the poster as a reference point to avoid looking at the small group of superheroes sat in a circle around him, Averageboy hid his guilt.
The place was only being used to help conceil the suspicious activites of his alter-ego, Joe-Smith who came about with an incident involving a truck causing him to lose his fantasticly average powers¹. Suggesting to his Aunt Maydie that he was addicted to drugs was the most plausible the teenager had to get out of he house.

He owed it to his grandfather Uncle Doomed-to-die-significantly who died at the wrath of age one month earlier. This refuge was the last place Averageboy had talked to the elder - on bad terms at that - which made him felt responsible if only through the cause and effect nature of time².

"--I will find this 'Age' that murdered my grandfather...!" finished Average who sat down. That exclamation was a struggle. The last month had brought about a steady decline in what little was left of him. Joe-Smith was more in him now than ever but the mark was needed to keep up the pretense or risk revealing the secret identity under his mask.

"Averageboy-- " began Count Zillor, groupleader and reformed super-villain, "-age finds us all! Not one of us will be here forever!"

"I will!" protested Immortia, waving her hand.

Average looked. "Then I shall wait for him to come to me.. *NNGH* !"
And in the meantime, he thought to himself - another product of the past thirty days - I'll make everything fine like it should have been when you said it was, Grandpa... ... ... Doomed-to-die-significantly.

"--What can I say?" rambled The Rush opposite our hero. "One and ZOOM! I just can't stop takin' them! It's my only weakness!" In the distance at least one evil genius laughed manically.

A phone ringing sent the entire group bar Averageboy ran/flew from their seats to a line of red phones. Average clutched his vibrating pocket.

"I have to go!" he yelled and drop/hovered from the window into his grandfather's old Signifi-Car, speeding away. This left the others bellowing "Yes mayor?" to empty receivers.

In the sky, the superhero traffic was too busy to see the obvious down below as the Signifi-Car's passenger was hurriedly removing his mask and tights to reveal T-Shirt and jeans- Joe-Smith!
Joe-Smith grabbed the mobile phone from his pocket.

"Yeah... Uh-huh... I'm on my way now..." He looked up, "Just passed Jak Kerb Street... Okay then... See you in a few minutes... Bye."

Close to the destination, and parking the Signifi-Car in a convieniently placed garage, Joe-Smith scaled the nearest tall building with metal stairs.
He'd found that although his in-abilities gave him the power to defeat villains which would otherwise spell doom for the most invincible of superheroes, the lifestyle of Averageboy's former self could still have its perks.

Out of breath and staggering to the opposite ledge a top the 'scraper above his goal- The aptly named Candy Store. He counted in his head: Three, two, one...

"Look! It's Joe-Smith!" cried Billy, the city's local child extra.

Clinging to his chest, Joe-Smith made his way through small crowd and police cars to the wide open double-doors of the Store.
Inside, as Joe-Smith got his breath back, the police chief explained the situation.

"Oh it's terrible Joe-Smith!" crooned the chief's Irish accent, "Somethin' broke into the Store this mornin' and stole ev'rythin' from the glass cases! I've got all the lads searchin' but we've got no leads!"

Joe-Smith scanned around the Store then followed a line of powdered suger which exited through the doors leaving a single set of footprints leading away.

"You're kidding right?"