Tell me, if you had to write ten chapters of this crap in a single day, how would you do it?

Would you plan out careful flow charts of the different story lines, having them carefully converge and intermingle? Would you exploit the Teefoo disguise's knockers for hundreds of lurid, easy boob jokes that poll really well with a certain subset of our audience?

Or would you just rip off Batman?

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Deathstriker stood on the rooftops of the night. As a fearsome guardian of the night, it was up to him to take up the burden that his fallen brothers left behind.

Vigilantes died like flies in Fortress City, leaving vacancies all over the place. How easy was it to be gunned down or slurped up by one kind of monster or another?

A giant mutie mosquito lunged at him from behind, and he used his "gloomy-sense" to sense it ahead of time, and rolled out of the way. The mosquito opened its mouth, bearing its fangs as it hissed at him.

"If you think slime like you's enough to stop me, then you're dumber than you look!"

Deathstriker cringed at his own terrible acting. His power would grant him plot armor as long as he acted edgy and broody.

An unfortunate side effect of this was that everyone he considered family would tragically die some time or other. Brothers, parents, girlfriends, adopted moody orphans, whoever. A normal person might internalize this relentless grimdark and become broody for real, but Deathstriker let it all slide off his back.

Life was cheap, in Fortress City.

... oo! He felt like he got a +3 boost to his strength stat from that one! He quickly kicked off the ground and manifested a gloom blade from his arm, and sliced the mosquito in half.

"Now that's how you slice a taco."

That one gave him a -2 to his self respect stat.

Ah, he wanted to play some Bioweapon Wars with some friends. If only he had any. If he did, they'd only inevitably die anyway. Probably eaten by a literal bioweapon, with the twisted sense of irony his power seemed to have.

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He had thought characters like this were really cool, back when he was an eleven year old brat. Now that he was closing in on his fifties.... it didn't seem as cool.

In his heart, he now longed to be one of those harem bastards, with the power to become friends with nerdy girls who liked cool and needlessly complicated shit. Hell, at this point he'd willingly be a member of some lady's harem, if it meant he ever got to talk to anyone like a normal person.

... maybe the loneliness his dark power imposed was starting to make him crack, a little.

Unfortunately, in this world the rule was one person, one power. Deathstriker had spent years chasing any idea or rumor that'd come across his plate, before coming to accept that this was his fate. Killing monsters and being edgy didn't give him the thrill it used to, but it was the only thing he had left.

"Hey mister, you gonna pay your toll?"

The mutie brats. Speedster hadn't been seen around in months. Deathstriker wondered if the brats had anything to do with it; Speedster always had something of a feud with them, and was poor at handling them. Lord knows their meta-powers were strong enough to wrap him up in more than a little trouble.

"Since when did you punks have jurisdiction over rooftops? When it comes to the night, all of Fortress City is my rooftop!"

"Ah, well, that may be. But we're still gonna need fifteen cents, mister."

Deathstriker threw some coins at them. "Take it" he sneered, before jumping off the edge. "Hey mister, you forgot your change!" a brat called after him.

He landed on the damp asphalt, and began to stalk his way back to his lair. Along the way, he was stopped by a "Hey there!" from a sewer drain.

"What."

Lobstergirl's arm and eyes peeked out of the drain opening.

"Hard day at work? Would you like a rat sandwich? It's a rat stuffed between two other rats." She waved a rat sandwich enticingly, as an illustration of the concept.

Deathstriker already knew what a rat sandwich was, but that wasn't what bothered him.

"Go away, I'm not like you!" The gravel in his voice gave it more credulity than you'd think it would.

"Aw geez alright fine....."