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It wasn't fair. That Bravoman got all the recognition while he was relegated to the shadows, his hard work and heroics never recognized. That Bravoman could bungle everything up and still fix it all in the end with a twist of meta. Meanwhile he tried to call upon the power and ended up run over by a truck, or struck by lighting, or some other form of punishment.
It wasn’t fair, that no matter what he did, he’d never get recognition from his father. Dr. Bomb would never give him proper recognition for helping with his tests, or for the robots he built or things he designed. His genius was left in the shadow of the man’s ego, his help just a stepping stone for his father’s obsession over bravoman.
It wasn’t fair that Bravoman barely acknowledged him, brushing off his every attempt to try and initiate a rivalry. That he invited him over to play games only to ditch him at the last minute. That someone so callous and air headed was the city’s adored hero while he got nothing, not even the tiniest recognition for all his hard work.
His life wasn’t fair. It was a cycle of getting shafted again and again and again.
So maybe it was time to even the odds.
After all, who was Anti-Bravoman? Very few people even knew who he was. Who would miss him if he “disappeared?”
There was only room for one Bravoman in this city, and he thought it was high time he took the name for himself. By any means necessary.