Revenge is the best reason to kill. I’m not quite sure why no one really understands that. Have you ever gotten revenge on someone? Slashed their tires or released those dirty photos you found just because they stopped in and ruined your day? If you have, you know how incredible it feels. It’s a warm feeling right in your gut that says the universe is once again balanced.

That’s how I feel all the time, these days.

I have had my collar bone broken twice. I’ve been shot, burned, and somehow lost a toe. I lost a daughter. Her mother blames me to this day. I spent the last four years in a coma from which I woke when the hospital around me was blasted with a fireball.

All of that happened to me because I happened to live in a city filled with supervillains. Villains that do these things every year without consequence. Without fear of death.

That’s over now.