06: Stuck With It (Mike Milligan)

Mike Milligan stood in the alley, looking at the building that held his target. “This is stupid,” he said to nobody. “I'm going to get arrested in five minutes.”

He removed his overcoat, and stood in the alley wearing only his new super-suit. It was specially tailored for his powers, with porous material on the fingertips and toes. It was surprisingly comfortable, too. All in all, it was perfect...except for the color. That couldn't be helped, though...he couldn't afford a new one, and anyway, it wasn't like the manufacturer had a return policy.

“Well...here goes nothin'.” Mike ran across the street and, after reaching the curb on the opposite side, jumped into the air. Just before hitting the wall, he put his hands and feet out in front of them...and the moment they made contact, they secreted an adhesive jelly, strong enough to hold him in place. Mike was now three or four feet up the wall, and started climbing toward a window.

He had almost gotten there when he found himself framed by a flashlight. “Stop right there!” someone said.

Mike tried to scramble for the window, but he was cut off by a gunshot. The bullet grazed his arm—not lethal, but enough to make him lose his grip. Milligan fell to the ground...and before he could recover, he found himself surrounded by police officers.

“Bet you feel pretty stupid now, huh?” one of the officers asked.

“No kiddin',” another chimed in. “What kind of idiot pulls a midnight robbery in a bright yellow suit?”

"Didn't have a choice," Mike grumbled, not that the cops were listening. They just loaded him into the car and drove off.

It took another fifteen minutes for the press to arrive at the scene of the crime. With Mike in the middle of being processed, they were left to their own devices on what to call this new supervillain.

Thus, the Yellow Stickie was born.