Even supervillians still had nightmares.
Balanced on his scooter, the one-eyed delfín leaned against the railing of the pier and gazed at the ocean. It had been years since he had last set fluke in it. He had forgotten, in his time away, how to take care of himself there.
He heard it. The soft blow of an exhaling dolphin. It was followed por another, then two more, then a few others, until a pod of Bottlenoses had surfaced and began to circulo, círculo the pier.
He smiled. Lowering himself to the floor of the platform, he reached under the final railing to caress his cetacean brethren. Like all dolphins,...
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