The Literate Kitty

Imagine, if you will, a post-pandemic office sitch. Employees given the all-clear, report-back-to-base instructions... meaning, anyone still wishing to be gainfully-employed should showing up at the big office building, posthaste, to do... well, Very Important Things.   Which Dolores de la Cruz—striking, enigmatic, and fearsome—does, in her oh-so-elite, can’t-touch-this way.   And that's all fine... until she happens into the same elevator at work as Jake Ripper... almost ridiculously-handsome, in his winsome, Clark Kent sorta way—and suddenly, both their worlds are turned upside-down (and quite possibly, inside-out).   Because whereas Dolores is the scarily-beautiful (and untouchable, lest we forget), powerful unknown... Jake is the younger, eager-to-please, temp-agency hire—just there for a brief time, filling in for someone-or-other—with no real skin in any particular game.   Except.   Dolores senses in Jake an “otherness”, with his stranger-danger leather gl...

There’s just something about superheroes. Having inhuman powers. Fighting bad guys. Kicking lots of ass.   Sounds pretty awesome, right? (Except for... when it  isn’t. )   To Jessica Jones, a perpetual outsider, being a “superhero”—a tarnished, been-to-hell-and-back one, at that—is anything  but  awesome.    And ever since a whole lot of crap went down in her life—culminating in her retirement from the whole superhero biz, and making everything that much  less  awesome—she’s been doing her level best to just... exist.   Not in any “super” kind of way.   But in an  if-only-I-can-get-through-another-day  way.   Until the day Amber Randall walks through the grimy door of Jessica’s dingy apartment-cum-private-eye-office-space... begging for help, as only a desperate parent can.   Jessica, wallowing in the pit of despair, fear, and self-loathing deep within her soul, is drawn to the other woman’s pain and fear, for it...