WITH A NAME LIKE JUSTICE, IT HAS TO BE GOOD.

Yup. I don't color anything for months and what do I finally do it on? A guy with a bloody toaster on his head.
This is my entry for =RagsOfAsh's Superhero Contest. He's dangerously cheesy, but that's deliberate.

And here's his backstory, superpowers and weaknesses:

Stanley Manderson was your typical, all-American working man. He had a hot wife, a fast car, a good paying job, a fridge full of beer, a stereo full of AC/DC albums and the list goes on. Manderson attributed his success to waking up early and enjoying a hearty breakfast. But one stale individual, Dough-Nutjob, would not rest until Stanley was toast. One morning, Dough-Nutjob broke into Manderson’s house. While he was searching the pantry for a loaf of bread, the fiend snuck behind him and smashed Stanley’s head through his own toaster.

This injury changed Manderson’s life forever. He was in critical condition. The doctors didn’t know where to begin when they couldn’t even remove the toaster from his once-impregnable skull. Only one surgeon could save Manderson’s life- the enigmatic, eccentric Dr. Feelgood. Where the many diagnosed his toastercephalitus as crippling disability, Feelgood engineered a symbiotic relationship between the man and his machine.

RISE AND SHINE, TOASTMASTER!

50% Man. 50% Toaster. 255% Testosterone. Or rather, Toastosterone. The Toastmaster defends mankind’s inalienable rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, which cannot be truly pursued before breaking fast. His toaster head runs a cornucopia of settings from Lightly Toasted to Nuclear. With supplementary toaster slots on his legs and chest, The Toastmaster proves equally capable of feeding a family reunion AND delivering sweet, sweet, burning justice.

The Toastmaster also totes the legendary Master Butterknife in his left hand and a state-of-the-art Justice Jelly Cannon in the right. The Justice Jelly Cannon (JJC-001) dispenses fruit preserves in flavors ranging from Grape, to Apple, to Mixed Fruits, to Stun, Acid, or even Plasma. As for the Master Butterknife, it can butter an entire breakfast buffet in one stroke. Of course, it also smites all who dare deny access to said Nirvana.

And Mrs. Toastmaster has never had it better. She knows better than anyone the joy and wonder of justice jelly, if you catch my drift. But I digress. . .

But Toastmaster’s penchant for breakfast comes at a cost- he loses power as the day goes on. His systems are solar powered and become obsolete during the night. Also, he can only reach his full strength between the hours of 4 to 10:30 AM. After this point, he begins to taper off, reaching only 50% maximum output by noon, then having to recharge at sunset. So in the PM hours, he reverts to same old Stanley, only with a toaster stuck to his head.

The Toastmaster’s wife has decided to join the crime fighting business as Sausage Patty.

By the way, his theme song is "Up for Breakfast" by Van Halen.