Dumb Superheroes Novels & Stories

It had been a year since the apocalypse. A year after the nuclear disaster, it wasn't the plants or animals that mutated first—it was the virus. Less than ten percent of humanity escaped infection, and most of those unlucky few were picked off early, torn apart by zombies. Zombies had no brains or senses; they mindlessly attacked anything that moved. But my dad? He was different. The day the outbreak started, it was just another ordinary day for our family, working in our little grocery store. It was business as usual.

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

Mentally exhausted and depressed, Damian fell silent after the first hour. His knowledge of jokes was severely lacking. No matter what he did, the cyborg could not meet his party members’ standards. It was too difficult to be a clown. “It’s in the delivery,” Zen chuckled, patting Damian on the back. “Sometimes people find others funny when they aren’t intentionally trying to be. Just be yourself.” The solid advice lifted Damian’s mood a little, and the two nerds chatted, exchanging what they knew to update the gamer guide while travelling to Red Hood’s house.

Before Frank could speak, Moxxi answered, "We know our chief very well even if others don't. The only difference between him and superheroes is the red underwear, and it's only natural he refuses to allow any nonsense to happen where his light touches—right, dear leader?" Frank rolled his eyes at both Moxxi and Jada—those two could really be a handful on occasions. Hana Pearce came up just then. "Superhero? What superhero?" "Exactly the one you're thinking of!"

' Suzanne scoffed as she dusted herself. Ethan huffed again. Girls were nothing but a bother! 'Fatso?! You're so dumb! The puff is from the armored suit I'm wearing.' 'Say what you want fatso,' she replied. Ethan fired her a nasty look. He looked away proudly. 'Anyway I don't have time for the likes of you. I'm a Slad now, so that means you're looking at one of the super greatest heroes that'll ever live!' he smiled cockily.

Something was happening to me, my soul and body. "You're dumb sometimes. It's our mate, dumbo Alpha", Zendaya screeched. "No", I instantly denied.

"Haven't you seen a bulletproof vest before? Damn, you're so ignorant! Do you think I have superpowers to be invincible? You've been watching too many movies! With your intelligence, you should just crawl back into your mother's womb and let her give birth to you again!" Scarbrow: ... Diana: ...

Dorian declared. "DC comics still have the best backstories." Zachary shook his head in disapproval. "Dude, have you seen their movies? They're way better than Batman vs. Superman," Shawn said, holding a can of soda. "I agree, that movie didn't make sense how Batman stopped Superman's punch," Kairos added. "That's because Superman was weakened from the extreme exposure of Kryptonite." Zack huffed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose again. "I didn't know you watch superhero movies too." Maddie was stunned at the brunette. "I thought the Queenz were more into boring chick flicks."

He was careful. But his strength… his speed… his control… It was all too much. The men didn’t know what to think. One of them shouted, “This guy’s not normal!” “Is he a machine?” someone called, and several kids laughed. Another voice whooped, “He’s a robot!” And then: “Is he a robot or what?!” One more shouted, “Is he like a machine or something?!” “He’s… he’s Superman! He has to be!”

To complete my nerdy get-up, I wore a very naive white floral dress, black sandals, and thick-rimmed, rectangular glasses. I was brought back to reality when the annoying creature heartily laughed at my words, and his laughter echoed through the fragile walls of the sixty-ninth' precinct of San Diego. His laugh was contagious. I thought I was going to laugh with him at first. But he suddenly went serious, as if he just recently understood what I actually meant. “What did you just say, you fucking bitch?” he hissed at me. He raised his right arm to hit me, but I was quick to get up and struck his balding head first. “What! You’re gonna hit me? Bring it on!”