CHAPTER ONE
Bolt could put up with a lot of things. You had to if you wanted to be a superhero. Things didn’t necessarily always go the way you planned, so there was always a degree of improvisation to any superhero career. That was just how things worked and, while that approach had benefited Bolt well so far in his short life, it could still be quite tiring. His girlfriend, Blizzard, hated improvising more than him, which was why Bolt always had to reassure her that things would work out in the end, no matter how bad things looked now.
But as Bolt stood on top of the roof of a building in downtown Golden City, staring down some guy who called himself Rubberman, who had knocked out his only friend Shade and was currently holding her hostage, and accusing Bolt of being a criminal for not
