Lights flicker above the Hero Academy gates. Iron, four stories tall, etched with the seal of the Justice Foundation. The kind of building that promises salvation on its brochures and reads like a penitentiary in the half-light of dawn.

Another figure steps out of the downpour. Smaller. Humanoid. A blur of red and black. The mask is unmistakable.

To your left, a girl with wolf ears pinned flat against her skull in the rain shoulders past, clutching a battered textbook to her chest. Her uniform is rumpled, her steps hurried.

Deadpool's mask swivels toward you.