When you’ve seen as many catastrophes as I have, “disaster” becomes a relative term. But when disaster hits, feel free to do what I do—hang your head while waiting for the tights-wearing crowd to arrive. That only works if your superpower is the same one I have though. I’m an immortal walking magnet for superpowered problems.This new guy, Ted—a fake, part-time villain who’s in it for the ratings and excitement—wants me to be a field correspondent for his news blog, and his offer sounds good. If I can’t beat ’em, expose ’em. The problem is he has no idea what my daily life is like.No one really does—but they’ll learn.