They were supposed to be the Timberwolves' superheroes. Karl-Anthony Towns would be Batman. Andrew Wiggins would become his Robin.
Nearing the end of their fourth season together, they have separated like wheat and chaff, oil and water, Hall & Oates.
Towns has become Batman. Wiggins is merely robbin'.
The Wolves invested maximum contracts in their two most prodigious young talents. One has adopted the value arc of Google, the other of MySpace.
The two No. 1 overall picks arrived in Minnesota as supposed saviors. When a trade for Wiggins was followed by the Wolves winning the draft lottery in 2015, Flip Saunders cried while standing next to the Target Center floor, feeling the franchise's luck had boomeranged.
He was half right.
Towns and Wiggins, KAT and Wigs, A1 and A2 have removed any reason to ever again include them in the same sentence.
The Wolves traded for Jimmy Butler to lead and inspire their young players. Not only did that backfire in terms of personnel and assets, it proved unnecessary.