Grover smiled as he looked down at the peaceful city below. His city. Grover Central had long been protected by its wise and courageous leader, and that wasn't about to change.
Of all the ways to patrol his city, Grover liked flying the best. There was nothing like the sensation of floating in the sky with the ease of a thought, with the wind in his hair and his cape waving around. This was the only place where he could get some peace, some rest from the grueling activities of the day.
Suddenly, a wailing "moo" pulled him from his thoughts. Oh dear. He knew that sound, and it wasn't good.
Sailing downwards at a speed that no mere mortal could comprehend, Grover scanned the nearby area with his X-Ray eyes, trying to find the source of the commotion. There. The Milk Mart was always a trouble spot these days, particularly for the villain that he was searching for.
"All right, Doctor Moo," Grover said, smashing through the back wall of the market. "It's over. Give yourself up, or I'll be forced to unleash my Grover powers."
"Never, Grover-Man!" Doctor Moo declared, his white labcoat flapping around as he turned to face the hero. "My exploding cows shall destroy this Milk Mart once and for all!"
"Never, fiend!" Grover declared, his laser vision blasts sending Doc Moo flying. "Like I said, it's over."
"Attack him, my bovine minions!" Doctor Moo commanded. "Grind his bones into cheesecakes!"
"Moo!" The cows chorused, swarming towards Grover.
"No!" With a blast of Grover speed, Grover grabbed a rope, tied up all the cows, and flew them over to the nearest farm, returning in the blink of an eye. "Your era of animal abuse ends here, Doctor!"
"Curse you, Grover-Man!" Doctor Moo cried out, pointing some kind of weapon at the hero. "If my cows didn't stop you, my Moo Gun will!"
Grover was on the doctor before he could pull the trigger, crushing his gun and banging his head against the wall. "No mere weapon can stop justice!"
And with that, the fight was over. Grover placed a quick call to the authorities and flew off, continuing his patrol for justice. After all, The work of the good was never done. And Grover was the -
"Hey G-Man!"
Grover opened his eyes slowly to the sight of his friend Percy grinning down on him. Where was he? What was going on?
"Percy?" He asked, stumbling to his feet.
"Good, you're alive," Percy joked. "You've got to stop drifting off to sleep in random places like this! Juniper was worried sick!"
Juniper? Oh right, his girlfriend. "Sorry. I'll go tell her everything's okay."
"All right. See you around, then," Percy took one last look at him and ran off.
Grover groaned as everything came back to him. He was still at Camp, still a Satyr, and, unfortunately, still plain old Grover. All that superhero stuff had just been a dream, like it always was.
Grover picked up his reed pipes and headed back to the Big House. He hated dreams.