ratman

2020-06-12

I was at the top of some huge, old hotel. It looked like everything was made out of wicker. But the elevators were super high tech and futuristic.

I got in one and started trying to talk to the voice UI that was inside, “Hey Sir– Alex– um.” (I was trying to remember the name Jarvis because apparently this is the marvel universe, and these elevators were Stark tech, and I had Avengers level clearance.)

The UI kicked on anyway and asked me to identify myself. I stumbled through providing my name, or codename, or whatever it was. I was about to reveal to myself that I was a rat themed superhero, and I think I came dangerously close to calling myself something like Don Cheesel.

The system eventually recognized me (or Tony manually cleared me from below) and a small person-width hole opened up in the floor of the elevator car and I jumped in and rode it like a water slide for dozens of stories.

I came out below already decked out in a thin Ratman thememd nanotech suit. A bored Tony bantered with me for a little bit about being away for so long, being forgetful, being irresponsible.

The impression I got was that I, and a bunch of others, were kid heroes together, maybe in some kind of Teen Titans situation, or, more likely now that I think about it since I just finished watching it, like the Umbrella Academy. But now we’re all estranged and don’t talk to each other any more.

So then I went on patrol in some kind of pirate cove / smugglers bounty and was jumping and leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Not like an Iron Man but kind of more like a Nightwing or a weird Spiderman who can fling himself around without actually using webs.

Ratman, incidentally, is from a beloved childhood book. His superpowers were pretty lame, including his ability to fly. He could only ever kind of hover a couple feet off of the ground, which is exactly how flying works for me in my dreams. I blame this version of Ratman for that limitation, in fact.

tags: #superhero