Medvedev Dmitriy: http://www.proza.ru/2012/10/29/1555
In a spacious room, with little furniture in it, a group of superheroes has gathered. The Sandman spread himself over the only armchair and started snoring. The Torchman fought valiantly for a chair with Iceman. And the grim-looking Batman, seeking the company of no one, turned to face the wall.
“Does anyone have an idea why we’ve gathered here?” Superman asked those present.
“Probably our input was finally recognized and we’re about to get rewarded?” The Radioactive Man lit with the thought.
“No, I think a disaster took place and we’re about to get a very important notification about something important.” The Iron Man concluded logically.
“Both options are of equal possibility, one can’t even know what to expect.” Spider Man summed things up. “Normal human behavior has always been confusing to me.”
The Invisible Man’s shrug went unnoticed. At that very moment, the door opened and an intelligent looking man with slightly graying hair entered and gestured for everybody to take a sit in a circle.
“Now for the reason why I’ve summoned you of all people,” The psychiatrist man begun his speech.