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- Sep 17, 2014
Empathy was a horrible superpower. Lorelei, AKA The Cleric, really hated it. It meant that she was to live most of her life with no skin-to-skin contact. Except for those times when she was needed to call on her other great power; healing.
Empathy meant she was 100% certain her boring, balding husband didn't love her. Empathy meant she curled up with nightmares after accidentally touching The Human Plague and seeing the pain he lived with after losing his son (which led him to a life of crime somehow). Empathy meant that every time super-muscular and super-stupid Hunkules thought it was funny to stroke a finger down her face, she was drowned by his feelings of lust ... for someone else. Nothing ruined her day then having alien emotions swirling around her mind.
Being the healer of the Caped Crusaders, Lorelei was kept in the background. In every promotional poster, she was the last little dot on the line. At every charitable event, she watched as the more popular heroes signed autographs and got to be with fans. No one understood the healer's role. Even though she could fight as well as any masked hero, and could fly, she was still just the healer, the last one in and out of battle.
Everything about Lorelei/The Cleric was different. While other female superheroes donned sexy, skintight leotards and spandex bikinis, Lorelei wore a white tunic, edged in garnet red. It matched her red hair and the white mask which covered half her face. Though she was a Caped Crusader, she didn't wear a cape.
Living her mundane life, Lorelei spend her time as a trophy wife. An empty-headed, stay-at-home wife who kept the house clean and dinner on the table for her distant husband.
"Is this all there is," she muttered, pulling a casserole out of the oven. "I hate to say it, but it's too quiet." It's been nearly two months since the last big fight with a Super Villain, and the small skirmishes with regular criminals hadn't been enough to call her out. As much as Lorelei hated it, she almost wished something would happen.
"Just one thing that would prove my worth," she wished. Just one small thing.
Empathy meant she was 100% certain her boring, balding husband didn't love her. Empathy meant she curled up with nightmares after accidentally touching The Human Plague and seeing the pain he lived with after losing his son (which led him to a life of crime somehow). Empathy meant that every time super-muscular and super-stupid Hunkules thought it was funny to stroke a finger down her face, she was drowned by his feelings of lust ... for someone else. Nothing ruined her day then having alien emotions swirling around her mind.
Being the healer of the Caped Crusaders, Lorelei was kept in the background. In every promotional poster, she was the last little dot on the line. At every charitable event, she watched as the more popular heroes signed autographs and got to be with fans. No one understood the healer's role. Even though she could fight as well as any masked hero, and could fly, she was still just the healer, the last one in and out of battle.
Everything about Lorelei/The Cleric was different. While other female superheroes donned sexy, skintight leotards and spandex bikinis, Lorelei wore a white tunic, edged in garnet red. It matched her red hair and the white mask which covered half her face. Though she was a Caped Crusader, she didn't wear a cape.
Living her mundane life, Lorelei spend her time as a trophy wife. An empty-headed, stay-at-home wife who kept the house clean and dinner on the table for her distant husband.
"Is this all there is," she muttered, pulling a casserole out of the oven. "I hate to say it, but it's too quiet." It's been nearly two months since the last big fight with a Super Villain, and the small skirmishes with regular criminals hadn't been enough to call her out. As much as Lorelei hated it, she almost wished something would happen.
"Just one thing that would prove my worth," she wished. Just one small thing.