Plastic Man: Reach for Chance

Leslie seeks a journal-image for a wondrous stretchy super-human for an Earthling space of instant-chime.

Plastic Man (DC Comics) fanfiction. 

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LESLIE: I've got my vintage white auto for focus and X-C drive to find the hero.
NEWSPAPER EDITOR: Well, I trust you for this vacation time spent seeking.

LESLIE: My daddy's made your paper awesome; I want a Plastic-Man interview!

NEWSPAPER EDITOR: You've our Earthling blessings, Leslie; drive-away beauty.

Leslie took her rented white auto to the red Canyon of the American Southwest to greet the inhabiting cavern-dweller, a super human of incredible stretch-ability magic who'd become an Earth celebrity for his pronounced abilities/showcases of contending with flying weapons senders by snatching missiles and wrapping himself around projectiles to hurl at our Sun (ha).

LESLIE: You appreciate my Homeland IQ interest for your super mutant power.

PLASTIC-MAN: You're fabulous, and you found me in my Canyon haven, Leslie!

LESLIE: You fear this globe-threat to transit machinery like planes and trains?

PLASTIC-MAN: Where there's railways breaks, I'll make for stretch-inch, Leslie!

LESLIE: Facebook-like?

Plastic Man was honored by Leslie-IQ, and he now had a new audience-fan who'd cheer for him whilst he worked with his new dark challenge for Earthling spaces destabilizing planes and trains; all he had to do was find the right tensile-break points and create stretch-chill for the human Ego (ok). Leslie wanted to hop onto one of these 21st-Century railways (securely) and impress her millionaire-daddy (sure).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)