[ WP ] You are the teenage child of a superhero , and you have superpowers . You hate the idea of being a superhero .

Jace was eating lunch alone. Again. 
 
 The irony did not escape him. He'd fought tooth and nail in the courts since he was ten to go to a public, normie school. His sister had helped him. Even though there was twelve years between them ( Jace had been a `` little surprise'' change of life baby ), Tannis had always been cool to him. She understood his desire for privacy. She gained it through having no powers like the rest of their family, but he did n't have that option. 
 
 They'd finally been required by the US Supreme Court, on a badly split decision, to let him join the Eleventh Grade class at Martintown Public High School. It had been the happiest day of his life. Until he learned about the monitors and the media attention. The social isolation had been right behind it. 
 
 He sighed over his peanut butter sandwich. The two men in suits, armed with anti-super lasers, never took their eyes off of him from their end of the table. It was n't always the same two men, but he suspected it was always the same two suits. They were required by the school board. For everyone's protection, they said. 
 
 Another camera flash. Goddamn smartphones. Even after a year, the novelty of the son of the two most powerful superheros in the world had n't died down. Someone would probably shell out $ 20 for a photo of him eating lunch. Idiots. 
 
 `` Um, hey, is this seat taken?'' 
 
 Jace looked up. A skinny blond kid in a blue hoodie with a cafeteria tray. `` Uh...'' 
 
 `` I'm new here, everywhere else looks kind of full.'' 
 
 He sighed, picking at the crust of his sandwich. `` Drop the act, there's no way you do n't know who I am.'' 
 
 The kid sat down. `` You're Jace Titan. Son of Titanus and Meteorite. Brother of Healing Rain, Jade, Asteroid and Starfall.'' 
 
 `` You're missing one, but that's alright. I'm legally obligated to inform you that I am a Class A superhuman...'' 
 
 `` I said I know. You just looked... Really lonely.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, well...'' 
 
 `` You seem scared of everyone. Funny thing, coming from the Comet.'' 
 
 Jace gritted his teeth. `` That's *not* my name.'' 
 
 Blondie blinked. `` Sorry, I guess... I guess not. My name is Rick.'' He held out his hand. He looked earnest. 
 
 ``... Jace.'' He shook his hand. A light handshake that surprised everyone. He glanced at his security detail. They were n't moving a muscle. They could n't without reasonable cause. It was the law. 
 
 `` Cool. Like I said, I just moved here. From Oregon.'' 
 
 `` That's, uh, cool, I guess.'' He tried to think of something, anything to say to this guy. But before he could, he felt an impact on the back of his head and something sticky seep through his hair. 
 
 `` Hey, Comet, what's in your hair?! More like Cummet!'' 
 
 Jace did not rise. He could n't stand up. Not without getting a laser blast to the chest. He could only clench his jaw. 
 
 Rick offered him a handful of the thin cafeteria napkins. `` Jesus, Jace, are you just gon na take that?'' 
 
 `` What else am I supposed to do?'' He mopped at the mess he could n't see. It felt like tapioca. Again. 
 
 It was Ross Boyde. Again. The biggest guy in school. Linebacker. General asshole. `` Yeah, Cummet, why do n't you stand up? See if you're gotten used to those blasters yet? Maybe at least not piss yourself this time?'' 
 
 He doubted it. He could guarantee that. They were the worst pain imaginable. All three times had n't been his fault. He had that in writing from both the school board and the private anti-super company that provided the security. But that had n't lessened the pain. 
 
 `` Just fuck off, Boyde, alright?'' He saw one of the guards reach for their laser. `` Calm down, my hands are on the table, alright?'' 
 
 `` Who's your company, Titan? Your boyfriend? Is his superpower taking it up the ass.'' 
 
 Rick turned red and looked away. Jace could tell he was regretting choosing this table. He did n't blame him. 
 
 `` Gon na wreck a bridge to save him just like your retarded brother girlfriend for his girlfriend? The one with a restraining order on him?'' 
 
 `` You're not going to get a rise out of me, alright? Just fuck off.'' 
 
 Ross snorted and turned his back. `` Tough talk. Especially from someone who beheaded their fucking babysitter.'' 
 
 In a split second the cafeteria table was across the room, and Ross Boyde pinned under it as it struck the wall. The smaller pieces burst off and portions of the concrete wall broke off, but the larger ones were holding him firmly in a rather unnatural position. 
 
 `` Aw, jesus! My legs! My fucking legs! You fucking mutie! You *freak*!'' 
 
 Jace turned to Rick. His expression was a mixed one, partly horror but partly something else... Admiration? Amazement? 
 
 But before he could say anything two red beams hit him in the chest and brought him to his knees. Jace screamed as his vision went white. Another half day for him... Another lunch hour ruined.
