For all I know I had finally snapped, almost killed the doctor who brought me to the nearest hospital, and then suddenly fainted. When I woke up... well, that's a weird story. The first thing I noticed back then is that I had remained on my stomach for the few days I had been out. My mom had told me afterwards not to panic, wich, of coure, made me panic even more. When I finally stood up, she stared at me as if I had transformed into an alien. Then she had called my family on the phone and had told them to come 'see the wonder'.
Was I the wonder? What was wrong about me? I had ran down the corridor of the hospital in the desperate search of some kind of mirror. On the way I had knocked something over after running past it. I didn't get it. When I finally reached a bathroom, I hadn't expected to see some kind of black wings springing out of my back. After a few moments of utter shock, I had examined them closely, spreading them to their full span for the first time.
I looked like a fucking Batman from then on, but it still felt great. I had become one of them, late and sudden, but I had. In the same moment I hoped this wasn't something that I could cope easily enough.
But it had been. My brother and I started working together, we had decided to forget about college (he had never cared much about it anyway) and he immediately showed me how to give a good speech. It always had felt weird when he said: "Don't forget to praise the police!". Those were some of the best times we ever had had together. Sadly they had been some of the last.
Just before we could have gone out for our first mission, Dad had wanted to give me some special training, mostly to find out if I had any more powers. It turned out I did. Mindreading. Not as cool as it might sound, believe me. Sometimes it was helpful, others it was disgusting. When I wanted to find out about what we would have for dinner, I would read my dad's mind, then I would tell Mom about it to find out if I would have to go out to eat tonight.
Then there was this midget who suddenly had appeared in our doorway. She had insisted on seeing Goldentouch, my father, and designing a new costume for him. And my mom. When she saw me and my brother she didn't even ask and forthwith took measures for our new costumes without asking. I think the wings and Bob's stature tipped her off that we were supers. "What is your name, dahling," she had asked. I had told her I didn't knew yet. Bob had laughed at that and I had remarked how Mr. Incredible didn't even have a name. Edna had exclaimed that was a perfect name for him. Mr. Incredibly Stupid seemed more accurate to me.
When the suits came (spandex, hell yeah!) Bob and I had the brilliant idea to finally get out of the house and do good deeds, I mostly flew him around and dodged missiles while he would keep a house from collapsing onto hundreths of people. We were The Incredible Two. The newspapers praised us, fangirls would keep on coming to our house (by then I understood the use of a ten-feet-fence) since we didn't have a second personality at first. Important politicans would visit the new attraction in New York City. It was so easy to save the world, I didn't understand it. It was like sitting in a train and travel and travel, too easy to be true. But fun. My brother and I used to do nothing else but party and fight villains. It was our glorious time.
But I hadn't missed the way people looked at me. I wasn't flawless, I scared the little kids on the street, unlike Bob. It had become obvious the public preferred him to me. I can't blame them, I had been only something like his driver. For a while I had kept on ignoring it, but then, one day, there was a newspaper that Dad had placed onto our kitchen table, 'MR INCREDIBLE VS ORGANA', underneath a picture of my brother throwing himself onto a crazy woman standing on a roof. They didn't say how he got up there, neither how he had known what Organa had planned. But what really had shocked me was the interview inside. They didn't wrote those things because he didn't mention them. He didn't even mention me.
'How could I mention you when you don't even have a name?' he had told me that evening. Bullshit. He had known we were The Incredible Two. Neither of us was suposed to have a name, we were a duo. How could that bastard pretend he did all the work? I still want to slap myself at the thought of trusting him back then, because you couldn't. He was a smug, slimy bum. In other words, he was an asshole. And proud of it on top of it! I decided I should start off alone, Mr. Incredible didn't care at all. But for that I needed a good name.
I didn't even get the chance to name myself at the beginning. There were so much more villains to fight now that Blizzardhad retired and taken a new identity along with Dad. Mom thought it was time for the new generation, so she cleaned the stage for us. For the next month I remained the unknown saviour of the city, along with Mr. Incredible. For precaution I had developed the skill of constant mindreading and picking out the suspicious people before reporting them. Yes, I reported people to the police. At first I hadn't known why, but then there was this dark ball of thoughts creeping its way to the front of my mind. The police had known an incredible loss of attention through my brother, and instead of helping myself with the right information, I had decided to help more people by telling them where to look and how to look.
Although it hadn't really helped to get the old attention back, I had kept on going to the nearest police station to deliver information. Soon, the policemen and woman knew I was to be trusted, they started to respect me and treat me like one of them. The times where I would skulk around in the station had been the best times in many years. I had started talking to people again and they had started to chit-chat with me like with any other colleague. When they stared up into the black sky after a stressing shift and I would sit on top of the roof, we would smile at each other, knowing we shared something that wasn't super but still a little wonderful. In a world full of supers, I needed that. They needed that.
While I'm speaking of wonders, I had met one. A policewoman in the third district, nightshifts. Helen. Or Elastigirl, as I found out soon. Oh yes, that woman was a bombshell, I had longed to see her in spandex. But she just wouldn't grant my wish and had kept on being a normal citizien in my presence, even though she had given several hints before I had blurted out that I could read minds anyway. I still remember how she had twirled her fiery red hair between her fingers and whispered in my ear if I could hear what she was thinking right now. She had thought in pictures. I had gotten out of the commissariat immediately, sweating and dazed, but nothing had ever felt better than this. After a few weeks of teasing she had asked about my name, but not my real one. That's when it had hit me, I still hadn't got a name! Helen had run her fingers across my chest and said I should choose something classic, like Batman.
As much as I had wanted to please her, Batman didn't seem right to me. I was part of the new generation. Hell, I was something new! For a whole day I had spent my time sitting on the roof of our family-house and thinking about all the choices I had. My name could describe my powers or the way I used them, maybe it even describe me? Honestly, I hadn't a clue about super-names at that time, or anything about these god-like people for that matter. Well... I had learned that they looked rididcously good in spandex. And then I had thought about the costumes we wore, how good they reflected ourselves, how much supers cared about them specially... especially when Edna made them.