Flea-Man had managed to capture the psychotic killer who had slaughtered his girlfriend. In the dark alley he raised his fists to deliver the death blow.
Then a bright light flashed in the back of the alley. Flea-Man's eyes adjusted to the intense glow and he saw a figure step from the glow. He gasped as he realized that it was a younger version of himself. In the bright red and yellow costume he wore as a teenager.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"This villain killed my love and now I am repaying him, kind for kind."
"The younger version shook his head.
"No, you're succumbing to the whims of a world of writers who are trying to bring a gritty feel to what used to be a bright and happy medium. Don't you miss the way it used to be?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jumping across the metropolitan skyline, looking for gaudily garbed villains who were scheming ways to take over the world. Getting the girl in the end...well, sometimes. Do you remember ?"
A single tear rolled down Flea-Man's costumed visage.
"It's time to stop being a slave to the writers who have lost their way. It's time to be your own man and be happy again."
Flea-Man smiled and as he did the sky brightened, his girlfriend appeared and the villain was taken off to be beaten by the cops.
The next day Brian Michael Bendis was found dead of a heart attack at his computer.