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curves of the Vampress; the blonde hair and fishnet stockings of the Black Sparrow; the positively indecent costume of Princess Hussy. I’m starting to find them every bit as interesting as QuasarMan’s ability to fire a supersonic sound pulse at his enemies, or the Tiger’s capacity for transforming himself into a, umm, tiger.
    But no Hero, male or female, can dislodge Golden Boy as my favourite. Golden Boy can do anything, can beat anyone. One day, he’ll be in the right place at the right time, and he’ll get his chance to save the world. You watch. It’s straight bad luck that he hasn’t done it five times already. He’s super-strong. He can fly like an eagle or a missile, depending on the need. He is smart and funny and clever and brave. I know all this because I have seen all the movies and read all his comics, many times. And he’s a local – born and bred in Melbourne, my city.
    I flick on the television, a recent addition to my room after much saving of pocket money, kindly matched dollar-for-dollar by my mum. I settle on a news bulletin where a big-jawed, boofy-haired newsreader is saying, ‘Later, we’ll be taking a special look at the always unique artwork of Melbourne’s very own William Weld.’
    The screen changes to show a massive twisted frame of iron, somehow fused together so that it looks like a crashed satellite.
    â€˜He’s been creating this unique art for more than four decades, yet nobody in the art world has a clue how he does it.’
    A breaking news story catches my interest. A streak of gold has been spotted, high over Brisbane, the capital of Queensland. Could it be Golden Boy? Nobody can say, and clearly the reporter doesn’t believe it for a second. The truth is that for all the comic books, TV shows and websites devoted to Heroes, very few people can claim to have seen them in action, or to have solid evidence that they exist beyond the vivid imaginations of teenagers like me. In fact, as far as I know, nobody has any evidence.
    The Southern Cross’s medal for Hero of the southern hemisphere, in 2005? Voted for by Hero fans at Hero Expo 05 at the Sydney Exhibition Buildings, and handed to a muscle-bound guy in a costume who my dad took great delight in proclaiming, loudly and with authority, was a former actor from the soap opera Here and There .
    I prefer to believe, evidence or not.
    Even now, when a Government scientist confirms that the golden streak was almost certainly a lost weather balloon, I’m prepared to trust my faith. It was him.
    The newsreader comes back onto the screen. ‘But first, an update on our headline story. Ashia?’
    A blonde female reporter smiles at the camera, then assumes a serious face as the camera pans back to reveal another tangle of metal behind her. It might be a William Weld artwork, but in fact turns out to be a mangled white courier van.
    â€˜A bank robbery appears to have come to a bizarre end in the gold-mining town of Kalgoorlie after the thieves were found unconscious in their van, along with the missing payload,’ the reporter says.
    The screen switches to vision from the crime scene.
    â€˜Police are at a loss to explain a massive hole in the side of the van. It appears from tyre marks on the road that the van was stopped in its tracks while travelling at close to eighty kilometres per hour, and was then attacked from the side. The robbers are behind bars tonight, but are believed to be in shock, so police have been unable to interview them.’
    The report has my full attention now.
    â€˜Rock,’ I whisper.
    â€˜Yes, of course it’s Rock,’ says the large poster of the Southern Cross, next to the window.
    I open my mouth to speak but my brain kind of lurches and I can only stare.
    â€˜That’s the problem with Rock,’ says the poster. ‘He just doesn’t get subtlety. Do you know what “subtlety” is,