I was frozen.

Here I was, the most powerful being on planet earth, worthless when my family needed me the most. My powers are rare, and so strong I keep them under wraps. But what use are my powers if I cannot even protect my own son.

I never wanted the attention or the spotlight, and if the Legion of Heroes knew the true scale of my abilities they would do everything they could to eliminate me. My ability to create matter using just my mind can be used to take over the world, but in reality I just want to live a quiet life. I have my home on top of Excalie mountain, far away from everyone else - and my ability to create anything I need not only means I don't need anything from the rest of the world - and can also track them with my surveillance drones.

But I had become complacent. After so long removed from the world I forgot why I've always avoided those godforsaken 'heroes' in the first place. They love the spotlight. Media darlings who help people not out of good will, but to show off how much stronger and more powerful they are than everyone else. I don't need them. I don't need to prove my power to anyone. I know who the strongest person in the world is.

My son, Darius, though, he was always excited to prove himself. He did not like that I only used my powers to lightly foil the Legion of Heroes. Sometimes I would jam up one of the engines on Magnificent Man's jet with sand. Once I put slick oil on the bottom of King Jameson's shoes, and my drone caught the amazing scene of him slipping and sliding around while trying to chase down a street robber who stole some woman's purse.

Darius was born with just a small portion of my powers, but was desperate to be the supervillain I never was. He could make small items appear. He made a gun appear after getting into the backroom of a bank while posing as a maintenance man. I'm not sure why he wanted to rob a bank, money is no item for us. He just wanted to see if he could do it.

Magma girl was seeing a banker in a side office when it all went down. Darius did not even know. They had gone to school together, and he would have likely recognized her outside even not in her costume if he had been more careful.

I'm not sure what they were exactly doing there, but Tusk and Metal-Son, the other two members of the Teen Trio were sitting in a car outside. When the alarm went off, Darius was outmatched.

I don't know how it went down. The bank's security footage cut off once the battle began - Tusk's energy shield shorted them all out - and I was fooling around with my drones elsewhere thinking of a way to foil Leopard as she fought Electra-Zill downtown.

Darius' body was brutalized. He was severely burned and torn into pieces. The Trio was so brutal the Legion is holding a Tribunal. It is likely they will be sent to Lunar jail and forever be disgraced figures in the super community.

But that is not enough. These kids were idiots, but putting them into Lunar jail wont solve the problem. They were emboldened by the system. Those Legion assholes in Geneva tell these kinds they are perfect. Special heroes who deserve the world. When you tell a youngster that they are perfect their whole life, they're going to think they have a right to play judge, jury and executioner whenever they want.

The tribunal will start at 8am today in Geneva. Every hero who is somebody will be there. Showing face and talking to the media - as if my son's death is just another press opportunity. Paying condolences to a young kid whose death they are partly responsible for.

What they don't know, is that there is a bomb deep under the Legion headquarters. A bomb that puts the Fat Man to shame. At 8:05 it will detonate. Atom-man and Venuspower are the only two that have even a chance to survive. Unfortunately, millions of civilians will die too. The entirely of Geneva will be wiped off the map.

But it's the price we will have to pay. A price we all will pay for a new, hero-less world.