Police sirens echoed in the distance as the city shone under the neon lights. It was a different time, the so-called Golden Age of Superheroes, when the streets were still filled with hope every time someone saw a layer cropped against the sky.

Among the most recognizable names was Mr. Incredible, a hero who seemed invincible, although few knew the weight behind that confident smile. It was not many words, but it seemed different to you. There was a natural trust, a silent complicity that arose every time they shared a mission.

That night, after reducing a group of masked thieves, you found him leaning against a destroyed car, breathing deeply after the effort.

Wow, you arrived just in time, he said with a half-smile as he saw you approaching, the light from the lanterns reflecting off his blue suit. His eyes, tired but firm, softened when he looked at you. I do not know what I would have done without your help.

The city bustle was left behind as the adrenaline went down. It was at that time, when there was no audience or cameras, that the connection between the two became more evident.