This was the very first time I’d ever seen Omega Man in person. I’d heard plenty of stories about him, seen lots of pictures and video, but nothing—and I do mean nothing—could have prepared me for the actual thing.
I always thought Dad was the strongest superhero in the world, but now I knew why Dad always said Omega Man was stronger. His body was practically all muscle, with bulging biceps, huge pecs, legs as thick as logs, and shoulders that looked like boulders. His red-and-blue costume only accentuated his muscularity, while the huge red O on his chest stood out like a signal.
His features were chiseled. You could tell he was definitely middle-aged, but he was a middle-aged man who had taken care of himself. A line of gray ran around the base of his dark hair, while his skin was sho
