Nick Song, aspiring hero from Metropolis.

You know, looking back on it, maybe trying be a hero in a city constantly ravaged by aliens or other super-strong forces was not the smartest idea. But no one ever called me smart, so there's that. Not exactly an excuse but hey, it is how it is.

Anyway, I'm getting off track, I was currently in a stand-off with Atomic Skull. Now for what was all intents and purposes a normal guy, this was a bit difficult for me. It's times like these where I was glad that my parents **** me to take martial arts and gymnastics when I was younger. Made avoiding the blasts of radiation a lot easier. Still difficult as fuck, though.

I wasn't super strong and practically invulnerable like Superman, or Martian Manhunter, or Supergirl, or Superboy, or Wonder Woman, or... wait where was I going with this?

Oh, right!

I wasn't an unstoppable **** or an immovable object, but I could still hit someone where it count. If I could get close. While I was lost in thought, a blast of energy struck me in the arm, filling my body with an immense pain. I wanted to pass out. Good first mission idea, Nick. Take on the bank robbery I said, what could go wrong, I said. This, apparently. But I wasn't going to give up. The long sleeve on my blue outfit had burned away showing my lean arm underneath. Also showed me the slightly burnt flesh from the ray.

Lovely.

I was getting sick of this, so reaching for my belt I withdrew my nunchaku, swinging the weapon around casually before I charged forward. I hoped my mother wasn't watching the news right now, because these were the nunchaku she insisted I got when I started taking hapkido.

I moved in a quick dart towards the villain blocking his wild and uncontrolled swing and flipping myself onto his back, grappling him. I drove my knee into the back of his leg hard enough to make him drop. Then I swung the nunchaku and slamming it into his head with a resounding crack that echoed throughout the street. The massive man chuckled, although I could hear a brief wince.

"Clever little kid." He said with a condescending tone as he stood up despite the pressure I was putting on him.

"Hey, I'm 5'9" not 3'11" dude." I responded.

That just made him chuckle again as his body began to heat up a considerable amount, "Too bad I have to kill you before your career starts, kid. I'd love a rematch."

I grunted in pain as the heat became more and more unbearable, swinging the nunchaku at him repeatedly until I had to jump off or else the heat would do serious injury. I backflipped off of him, landing in a roll and coming up. The nunchaku had broken against his skull, so I threw it to the side.

"Damn, I liked that pair, you seriously are hard-headed my guy." I shot him with a grin.

My blue half cowl was slightly singed, and the front of my costume with the "A" that was in a circle war singed black. Blisters showed underneath my costume on my chest and abdomen, but I wasn't worried about it. At least I wasn't until I collapsed to the ground.

Atomic Skull burst out laughing as he walked over towards me.

"All that, just for you to pass out from pain? Might as well mercy kill you now kid, it's better for you in the long run."

As he said that, the purple fire around his head began burning brighter as he opened his mouth to blast me into a splat on the pavement, when all of a sudden he went flying away as he was punched with the **** of a truck. I painfully sat up, getting a look at who saved me.