Manifold, the fractal-folded fiend, is one of the world’s greatest  supercriminals. The greatest, full stop, if you ask him. Using his vast powers to manipulate space, light, and matter, he’s criscrossed the world on a rampage of high-profile theft and mayhem, leaving even the most powerful of elites checking under their beds at night. (Oh yeah. He’s been there. There, too. And definitely there. Manifold knows what you did.)

Beacon, America’s Shining Sweetheart, is the world’s most powerful and beloved superhero. Gifted with godlike abilities, but never losing her humble humanity, she's a tireless champion for truth, justice, and completely ruining Manifold’s day. At least when they’re both on the clock.

When they’re not, respectively, orchestrating criminal schemes and/or thwarting those same criminal schemes? They hang out. They’re best pals. They go way back, Who else are they going to talk to, other super-types? Oof. No thank you. Those guys have issues.

But there’s one fight that always defeats them both. One battle neither of them can ever seem to win. One problem even their awe-inspiring superpowers can’t easily solve. 

Unless they’ve been looking at it all wrong ...

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I love those old Chuck Jones cartoons with Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheepdog clocking into work collegially, beating the tar out of each other, breaking to share some lunch and talk about their day, going back to beating the tar out of each other, and then clocking out at the end of the day with a friendly goodbye. I wondered what that dynamic would be like for a superhero and their worst enemy. That said, this might also be the angriest thing I’ve ever written, and unfortunately still as relevant in that regard as when I originally wrote it.