I was willing to try anything. 
I'd saved up all my money for the manual with the superhero ring.
I didn't need the tight suit & the cape. 
I needed to start off slow and gentle, for the city's sake.
So I picked up the Sunday Journal. 
Flipped to the "personals". I ain't looking for a mate.
But somewhere in the HELP WANTED, somebody needed some aid,
I hoped it wasn't too late.
Now I don't see too far into the future. 
That's not one of my superpowers.
But if I see somebody, somewhere, in this warm San Diego city needs my help,
Well I'm gonna see what I can do to lend a hand.
The ad said "help wanted, I've been trying forever and a day, but I can't get rid of this pain. 
Feels like my heart's gonna break, like it's actually gonna stop beating, from the strain.
It said "I used to not be afraid. 
But I don't know how much more I can take. 
Please help before it's too late.
Oh and I'll gladly pay you Tuesday, for psychological attention today."
It's my first case as a Superhero.