"Right up there, it's leaking. Can you see it?" Linda joggled the baby in her arms.
"Ayup," said Mr. Bridges. "I'll get that fixed right up. Mind yer boy's eyes for a sec."
"What?" Linda said, then gasped. Mr. Bridges lowered his glasses and shot twin beams of energy out of his eyes, sealing the leaky pipe instantly.
"Comes with the job, see?" said Mr. Bridges. "I'm the super."
"Shouldn't you work for the government or something?"
"Nah. Told you, it's the job. Superman's only super under the yellow sun, right? Me, I got my building to take care of."
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