He shrank in size from twelve foot to six. The gutters could wait. He got down on one knee to get as close to eye contact with his daughter as possible.
"We've discussed this before, honey. Fifty years ago a super power like mine would have put me in the front rank of superheroes, but growing to twelve feet and being able to press 800 pounds just doesn't cut it any more. Now my power just gets me my job as a nightclub bouncer. There are so many more superheroes with far greater powers.
"Still, the job pays well and the hours are good. I can be there when you get out of school."
"But other kids have dad who are superheroes..."
"I'm not those dads, and I don't have a fortune so I can just become a superhero if I feel like it. I have a mortgage to pay and a daughter to raise and she's much more important to me than, well, anything."
He rose again to twelve feet and found where he left his hammer.
He shrank down to six feet again. This was an important topic. He got back down on one knee.
“I may not be a great superhero, but I can become super evil. I can take this hammer and kill people while they sleep in their second floor beds. I could carry 800 ponds of TNT into a crowded--”
“Oh yes, daddy! Would you? Our next career day talk is about changing jobs. You would be the best one!”
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: Sarah L.