Gunshots rang loudly in my ears as I flinched, expecting any moment to be my last. Nothing happened, and after what seemed like an eternity, I raised my head. The gun was still smoking, and Universal Man was staring at me with a mixture of hatred and shock. He fired again and again, until the clicking of the empty cartridge filled the space. None of the bullets hit, always whizzing by my head, so close I could feel my hair moving. Even when I flinched in the wrong direction, they missed.

"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" Universal Man bellowed, standing up so suddenly that he sent his chair flying. The metal of the gun screeched as he closed his fist around it, crushing it. "YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! I CANNOT MISS! IT'S ONE OF MY POWERS!"

The truth dawned on me then. One of his powers. "You've made a big mistake, then. I'm immune to any power that altars anything about me. Obviously, that includes my natural lifespan. I'm immune to your perfect aim." I stood, and though my heart was racing, I was no longer afraid. "Now, as pleasant as it was to meet you, I'm afraid you're no longer welcome in my home. Leave." Without another word, I turned back to my room. I had some security recordings to upload to the Internet.

I've done my waiting! 12 18 years of it! In Azkaban!