"She could kind of... stretch. She was stretchy. Mostly she used it to grow and shrink, but she could just reach for things, y'know, Mr. Fantastic style. You'd think there'd be a word for it, given how many people there are that can do it. Plastic Man, Elastic Man, the chick from the Incredibles, Mr. Fantastic, Madame Rouge... Piles of stretchers."
Gar looked around, not used to navigating the Bronx from the ground. No more than a mile. With any luck she wouldn't figure it out, but that was unlikely. "This way. Kinda weird that we should end up together, huh? The Doom Patrol was all freaks trying to be normal, X-Men are all normal people treated like freaks. Makes you think. Well, it would, if I didn't have the attention span of--hey, a quarter!"