Which Super Hero would make the Worst girlfriend.

What's fair is fair! If you think of any others, I will add them.

all that metal plating. Ouch.

Ouch! :spank:

..what about Storm? What about Rogue? There are plenty of more women super heroes than what's listed.

Anyway, Rogue, since you'd never be able to touch her.

I just did the first couple I could think of off the top of my head.

Think "not tonight, I have a headache" is bad? What if she just disappeared instead?

She could spy on you when you're with your friends saying stupid things. D

Ouch.

i don't remember them.

in the League of Justice. Zan could take any form of water, and Jayna could take the form of an animal. Plus they had a pet monkey.

"Wonder Twin Powers Activate!"

The new Justice League cartoon did something amusing in a recent episode - they focused on Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman meeting another superteam that was composed of an Asian with wind powers, a Native American who could become a giant, a Black guy with electrical powers, and two weird looking twins, who surprise, surprise could become animals (the girl) and water (the boy). It was a nod to the Superfriends when they went multicultural in the early 1980s.

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Jayna: Form of <insert name of large animal here>!
Zan: Shape of <insert some sort of water form here>!

They were the replacements for Wendy and Marvin on the Superfriends. They had a space monkey named Gleek.

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The whole no physical contact evah would suck

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And I happen to be married to a superhero.

I once had another superhero girlfriend but she was too dangerous to be around. Evil geniuses were always shooting flaming bullshit balls, fozen piss icicles, and other deadly stuff at her. She thought it was fun.

I'd always dive for her shadows and later emerge like some cartoon character who'd been handed the bomb. Shrapnel and bullets would bounce off her and stick in me. Afterwards I'd be standing there like krispy kritter smoking, my clothes burned into my skin, my face frozen into a death-grin, and she'd smile sweetly back at me, stark naked and looking quite refreshed like she'd just stepped out of the shower.

Our typical dates would often start off pleasantly but usually ended with her patching me back up and apologizing with some silly lame excuse like, "Geez, who knew an angry mob of undead corporate ghouls would attack us on a Wednesday afternoon? I wouldn't have brought you here if I hadn't thought they'd all be out playing golf."

She ran off one day and married happily-ever-after-self-immolating-invisible-force-field-goth-girl (let's call her he-zu-goth for short) and I was heartbroken for a long time, but eventually came to the realization that our breakup was the best thing that ever happened to both of us.