[ WP ] While robbing a bank , you learn that you 're invincible ( detailed info inside )

`` Huh,'' I thought as I watched the gunshot wound seal itself. In a matter of seconds there was n't even a scar left. My assailant was equally dumbfounded. With the vigilante temporarily stunned from witnessing my newly manifested powers, I dashed outside. Richard was waiting in the getaway car just outside in the handicap parking spot. 
 
 `` Step on it!'' I shouted at my partner before I even closed the door. The tires squealed on the asphalt and then we took off towards our hideout three blocks away. `` Dude, you'll never guess what just happened. Look!'' I lifted my t-shirt and showed by chest to Richard. 
 
 `` Woah, you finally grew a chest hair,'' said Richard. 
 
 `` No, Dick,'' I said. `` I got shot my some asshat in there. But look! No bullet holes! I healed myself.'' Richard just nodded and continued staring straight ahead at the road. I do n't think he believed me. I made a mental note to let him cut me with a knife later to prove it. 
 
 Our hideout was an old abandoned warehouse in the slums. I think it used to be a tire factory or something. Anyways, it's been abandoned for decades. Richard and I came across it about two months ago and decided that it was in a perfect location to be our secret lair. Once we parked out the back, Richard helped me lug the heavy money bags out of the car and into the warehouse. It was only 7pm, but it was already pretty dark inside already because of the dirty windows blocking any lights from the outside. I hit a switch on the wall to turn on the main lights. When my eyes adjusted to the bright lighting, I was startled to see three uninvited guests in the room with me and Richard. 
 
 `` Ach mein gott!'' exclaimed a black figure. Before I could make out any details, he vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a godawful stench reminiscent of sulfur. 
 
 `` Hey bub,'' said a short, angry man in yellow spandex as he stepped towards me. `` Put that gun away or I'm gon na have to shove it up your-'' 
 
 `` Logan, please,'' interrupted the bald man in a wheelchair as he placed a hand onto the previous man's arm, silencing him. The bald stranger then turned to me and looked me directly in the eye. Unlike with the other 2 strangers, I did n't feel scared when I looked at this man. He then spoke to me in a calming voice. `` Good evening, Ragatode. My name is Professor Charles Xavier.''
