I don't remember how long I spent looking down at my father's broken body, as the wail of sirens grew closer, but all I remember thinking is: "Life is all just a matter of balance."
Gentlemen. Can't we monsters and masterminds work together, just this once, to achieve what we've always wanted?... An end to the age of superheroes. A full-on, no-bull£$%^ twilight of the gods. How does that sound?