Far out on the edges of Gotham city, there resided such a hero that may be able to save the world. Although calling him a superhero may be a bit of an overstatement.

 

 

"Faaaar out man..."

 

Currently lounging on a moth-eaten couch was a bizarre specimen indeed. An observer might even mistake it for another one of Toyman's experiements, but its origins are even more bizarre and spectacular!

 

Years ago, a band of hippies, squatting in an abandoned tailor's shop after being attacked by a violent biker gang, placed their recently bloodied clothing on an abandoned clothing dummy. Later abondoned, the dummy was struck by lightning, imbuing the blood-soaked simulacrum of humanity with life!

 

The creature of cloth and wire, imbued with above-human speed, agility and strength, was also born with the spaced out mind of a hippie. The creature that would become known as Brother Power, also known as The Geek, wandered through the world for years, hoping to spread his message of peace and seeking answers about himself.

 

Currently, he was hanging with a group of troubled youths he had been giving some sagely life advice to, helping them turn themselves around. He was watching idly watching the boob-toob, his raggedy-andy-like body painlessly flopped out in an awkward position. 

 

"Man, so many people making so many shows at once and its all the same thing..." He lamented to the empty room. 

 

Idly he changed the channel, and the tv began to display GCN, Gotham City News, where a very unusual news story was breaking.

 

"YES! I'm going to marry my beautiful mannequin wife and kiss her perfect face forever! Ahahahah! So beautiful! Soooooo Sexy! Look at her!"

 

Brother Power stared in abject confusion. "Whoah, she's gotta be on something strong." He muttered, getting up. Something about the scene rubbed him the wrong way. He was all for experiencing life with a goal for peace and love, but she was a bit too peace and love to be in a natural state of mind. Damn, the whole crowd was acting tweaked!

 

 And something about that mannequin rubbed him the wrong way. Sure, it was definitely made to look pretty, but something about its eyes... A troubling feeling rubbed at the back of his mind. Brother Power's unique nature had him in tune with... certain forces. 

 

"Something about this is giving me some bad vibes man." Said Brother Power, straightening up (but still slumping his shoulders). "I gotta like, check this out and make sure there's no bad mojo goin' down."

 

And with that, he was off, dashing out of the apartment and scrambling through the gotham streets, swinging from lamp-post to perch to gargoyle, his light frame and nimble body allowing him to move like no human could. 

 

But what was it that Brother Power would find at the end of his journey?