Except you, Power Girl. Call me.
Sorry again about getting injured during Friday's mission. Good news though, medical just cleared me to return to active duty.
A certain nostalgia provoked by the inevitable tinfoil in one's teeth that comes from eating Toblerone.
Wistful feelings associated with fish filets.
A nagging notion that perhaps insufficient time has been devoted to singing rousing rounds of stupid songs around poorly-tuned pianos.
» Hey, Chief.
1. A picture of you and Captain America's shield.
2. Nick Fury's eye-patch. Or Nick Fury's stupid leather duster. The location of Nick Fury.
3. A picture of your epic fight with a demi-god.
4. A picture of you hammered and Thor's hammer and Thor hammered.
5. A lock of hair from a tower-ginger.
6. The keys to Tony Stark's favorite car.
7. A picture of yourself with a mounted patrol officer. Extra credit if there's handcuffs.
8. A picture of one of those Harry Potter people levitating an object with their wand.
9. Sam Merlotte as a blue bird sitting on Ruby's shoulder as a wolf.
10. My dog tags from the Galactia.
BONUS: Katniss Everdeen & a Hawkeye locked in competition/romantic embrace over their archery skills.
BONUS: Tony Stark trussed up on the hood of said car with keys in his mouth and the Iron Man suit in the front seat.
BONUS: Lindir the Elf, a copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends and a dual recitation between he and the Hulk or Jayne Cobb.
If you wuss out and don't do this, I'm kicking your ass. So, it's for your own good.
I may have a prototype built. Do you know if there is anyplace in the city you could go and test it out?
Douglas, I need your help.