Out-Numbered

I am not a Superhero . I am a Father and a Husband. I am a " Fusband ". I have no mutant powers to speak of. I am mere mortal. I do have a weakness. Every Fusband does. This weakness is my Kryptonite . I am defenseless against its evil. I am crippled by its potent energy. It will tear me to pieces if I do not protect myself. In order to shield my vulnerable body from this raw, unyielding , puissance ; I have built a Fortress of Solitude . Its walls are as sturdy as solid concrete; as thick as the ancient pyramids. The door from which my enemies can gain access, could withstand the pounding of a battering ram, heaved by one hundred knights. It is even equipped with an advanced control system , that allows me to filter out high pitched, ear piercing , transmission signals, that can do irreparable damage to my brain. I have hidden compartments that house supplies , essential to my survival. I even have a self sufficient captains chair, that is built for comfort and functiona...