Thanks to Miss Incredible, the train was stopped and no one was seriously hurt. Miss Incredible had Becca by the back of the neck. "Take this one home," she said to a police officer, "and make sure her mom knows what she's been doing."

"You're making a mistake," Becca protested. "I could help you!"

Miss Incredible told the police about the injured jumper and the bank robbery. "The blast in that building was caused by Bombjour. We might be able to nab her if we set up a perimeter."

"You mean she got away?" an officer asked.

"Well, yeah," Miss Incredible answered, nodding at Becca. "Princess here made sure of that."

"Incredigirl!" Becca said again.

Miss Incredible turned to Becca. "You're not affiliated with me!"

A tiny alarm sounded. Miss Incredible checked her watch. "Holy smokes! I'm late!" she said. "Listen, I have to be somewhere." She signaled the Incredibile, and the futuristic vehicle came roaring around the corner and up to its owner.

"But what about Bombjour?" asked one of the officers.

"Any other night I'd go after her myself," Miss Incredible answered as she climbed into the car. "But I've really gotta go. Don't worry, we'll get her eventually!"

Miss Incredible fired the afterburners and sped off.

"You're very late," Frozone said flatly. Miss Incredible fumbled with her veil. "How do I look?" she asked.

"The mask!" Frozone said, stopping her. "You've still got the mask on!"

Frozone pulled the mask off Miss Incredible. Miss Incredible took a deep breath and pushed open the chapel doors. Elegantly dressed in a pristine white gown again, she took a step down the aisle of the large cathedral.

Frozone, her Maid of Honor, followed her.

They walked to the altar, where Miss Incredible's handsome groom was waiting. The ceremony began. "Roberta Truax, will you have this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Her husband-to-be, Elastiguy, also known as Harlan, whispered, "Cutting it kind of close, don't you think?"

Miss Incredible smiled. "You need to be more flexible," she said with a smirk.

Harlan only rolled his eyes, cracking a small smile. "I love you," he said. "But if we're going to make this work, you need to be more than just 'Miss Incredible'." He suddenly looked at her seriously. "You know that, right?"

Before she could answer, the priest concluded the ceremony: "As long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Miss Incredible answered, planting a tender kiss to Harlan's lips as the crowd of Supers in the cathedral stood and cheered for them.

They pulled apart after a moment, Harlan looking into his new wife's eyes. "As long as we both shall live," he promised. "No matter what happens."

"We're Supers," Miss - now Mrs. - Incredible said with confidence. "What could happen?"

"This flash from the news desk: In a stunning turn of events, a Super is being sued for saving someone who, apparently, did not want to be saved. The plaintiff, who was foiled in her attempt at suicide by Miss Incredible, has filed a suit against the famed hero in Superior Court…"

It was on the crowded steps of the city's courthouse that a lawyer spoke to the press. "Miss Olivia Sansweet didn't ask to be saved," she said wryly.

Mrs. Incredible, masked, appeared on the steps of the courthouse in business attire. "I saved your life!" she growled, pointing at her accuser.

"You ruined my death!" Oliva shouted back.

It was only a week later that the injured people from the train accident decided to file a suit against Mrs. Incredible. Her losses in court cost the government millions of dollars.

With everything unraveling with the female Super, it now seemed that everyone wanted a go at Supers all around. Newspapers began to fill with various headlines that accused the Supers of harming people rather than helping them. Lawsuit after lawsuit began to pile up in court. It even started to seem like the government themselves had turned against the Supers. "It is time for their secret identities to become their only identities," a congressman declared firmly one day. "Time for them to join us, or go away."

Despite those few that didn't want the Supers to go away, the government still decided to go through with its Super Relocation Act, set to send former Supers off to a normal civilian life and with a promise to never use their powers in public again. As a result, Supers began to find themselves brandishing new names and identities, now becoming average members of their society.

Just as quick as a blink of an eye, the glory days of Supers were over.