fly boy

superman's got nothing on me.
I am the amazing fantastic awesomely cool Joe!
I am also late for math class.
I soar through the skies, twisting and turning, pulling off stunts a professional pilot wishes he could, when my super senses pick up a call for help.
I see the civilian in trouble, and, faster than a speeding bullet, race to save them. This particular person is being robbed- at least, that's what it looks like.
The villain never sees it coming. I hit him right where it hurts- the face- and he goes down like a rock. I turn to give the lady back her purse, and yell in pain. My eyes! Those wrinkles!
I have just saved my (ugh) science teacher, Ms. Prickle.
I can already feel her boring-ness draining me of my power. Noooo....homework....
"Joseph!" Arg. I hate science class. Ms. Prickle looks down her immense bifocals at me, and i feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. "Wake up!"
As she begins her lecture on paying attenton, blah blah blah, my gaze drifts down to my backpack. Aha. I totally ignore her as I reach down to grasp my cape.
Super Joe lives...

( this is for the picture you posted, mr.ross :)