After their mother was finally cleared, the Grayson family left the GDA facility and made their way back home. Once they arrived in the suburbs, they found the house was already repaired after just a few days, since the only part that was broken was the whole front part when Mark fought Angstrom, but from the public eye it would seem like it was an explosion from a gas leak.

  Michael was the st to enter the house and looked around the inside. "Ah… Home sweet home." He said, wearing a wistful smile.

  "April, can you get Oliver ready for bed?" Debbie asked the babysitter, still wearing the sling on her injured arm while her right eye was still healing from its swollenness.

  "Of course. Come on, buddy." The babysitter named April, who's also a member of the GDA sent by Cecil, took the baby with her upstairs.

  Michael sauntered across the renovated living room, feeling a strong sense of nostalgia as every corner of the house looked exactly the same as the pce he used to live, before everything was gone back in his world. Then, his eyes caught on one of the framed pictures on the bookshelf.

  Walking towards it, he picked the photo of Mark as a kid with his mother and father, Non Grayson. A smile spread across his face to see the heartwarming image of his family, especially the cheerful expression of little Mark, but that smile faded when he knew the fact he wasn't in those pictures. After all, he's in a world where he never existed.

  "Michael?" Mark approached him with a look of concern.

  He blinked and turned to his brother. "Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm just… you know, adjusting to this new life and all." He replied as he left the picture back in its pce.

  "It's okay. Just try to make yourself feel like your new home and let us know if you need anything." Debbie reassured him and let out a tired sigh. "Anyway, I should get the dinner going."

  "Oh, can I help you in the kitchen? You could really use some extra hands!" Michael raised up his hand to volunteer.

  "Yeah, I don't think so. I didn't want to say this until now, but I can smell you from where I'm standing. So you should go upstairs and get a shower." Debbie gave him a stern gaze as her hand propped on her hip.

  Michael blinked before he lifted his arm and sniffed into his armpit, only to twist his face in disgust and knew his mother wasn't lying. "Fine, but you better not start cooking without me! You know I wouldn't let you do it all by yourself with only one arm and one eye."

  She watched him going upstairs while puzzled at his remark, but that made her stifle a ugh and shook her head.

  "Mom?" Mark asked, slightly surprised to see her mood shifting in an instant.

  "Sorry, I just didn't think your twin brother from another universe could be that silly. But I'm gd you let him stay with us, Mark." Debbie turned towards Mark with a smile, which he returned.

  "It was the least I could do for him. He's also our family just like Oliver, no matter where he's from." Mark looked up the stairs where his twin brother went.

  "Of course, but it's up to us to make him feel welcome. I can tell he's feeling out of pce." Debbie's expression softened when she looked back the moment Michael looked at their family picture. "Why don't you go upstairs and see if you can spare some of your clothes for him? You also need to get ready to go back to college tomorrow."

  Mark watched her going to the kitchen, growing conflicted as he realized he forgot that he needed to go back to his studies. He knew at some point he had to tell mom about what he's thinking, but probably this wasn't the right time to do so.

  He went upstairs to check on Michael, at first he thought he'd be in the bathroom already, but when he headed there and knocked on the door, he didn't get a response. "Michael? You're in there?"

  "Yo, looking for me?" Michael's head poked out of a door at the other end of the hallway, catching his brother's attention. "Come over here! There's something you need to see!"

  Filled with curiosity, Mark went to the other side as he recalled they didn't have another room there, but once he got in there, he realized it was a new single bedroom with just a rge bed and a closet on the far wall.

  "Whoa, this is your room?" Mark asked while looking around in mild surprise.

  "It seems so, Cecil must have built an expansion during the repairs. Aw, I knew he really cared." Michael chuckled as he sat down on the bed and folded his arms while gazing around his new room. "Though this pce really needs some decoration and maybe more furniture. But hey, not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, right?"

  "Well, I have some posters you can borrow if you want." Mark pointed with his thumb at his room on the other side.

  Michael raised an eyebrow at Mark. "Are those the Seance Dog ones? Yeah… no offense, but I'm not a comic book geek. Let's just say my tastes are far different from yours." He said with a shrug.

  "Oh yeah? So what exactly are your hobbies?" Mark gave him a somewhat disapproving look, feeling offended by his remark.

  Michael rolled his eyes to refresh his memory. "Well, I like sports for starters, but mostly wrestling and MMA. I also used to have posters of my favorite motorcycle brand, though I never got the chance to ride one."

  "Is that all?" Mark looked at his twin brother quizzically.

  "Fine, I also watch anime and py videogames." Michael sighed as he looked away, once he decided to come clean.

  "Heh, and you say you're not a geek." Mark folded his arms with a boastful smirk. "Well, we'll worry about decorating your room ter. You know, after everything that happened to all of us."

  "Yeah…" Michael id down on his new bed and stared at the ceiling. "Lately, I've been feeling that everything that happened to me before I met you was all just a bad dream and I just woke up at the moment where everything seemed quiet."

  "Funny, I said the same thing after my dad beat the shit out of me." Mark let out a hollow ugh, but he didn't want to dwell on that for now as he got to the point. "Well, I'll go to my room to get some of my clothes for you. You should take a shower already, I'm starting to smell your stink from where I'm standing."

  "Yeah, yeah. Oh and I'd appreciate it if you don't give me those Khaki pants. The color is so awfully casual for me to even wear it." Michael shooed him with his hand, making Mark let out a chuckle as he got out.

  Michael shifted on the edge of the bed and stood up, but then he remained standing as something just clicked in his mind. His hand shoved into the pocket of his pants, before pulling it out and opened his palm to look at a pair of worn out silver rings.

  A dejected expression crossed his face as Michael remembered his actual mother gave them to him, so he could find the strength to face his brother. Not long after that, she lost her life. He always carried them around with him because they're the only thing that was left of them and wouldn't forget what that bastard has done.

  Maybe he's already in a different reality, but these rings were a reminder of the mistakes he must never repeat.

  Moments ter after taking a nice bath and getting dressed with clean clothes his brother gave him, Michael returned downstairs and took charge in the kitchen to make the dinner for his family. Of course, his mother didn't want him to do it all by himself, but eventually he convinced her that she still needed to fully recover to even cook. Fortunately he found some ingredients he needed as he made up his mind what to do for tonight.

  "Mark… I know things have been so hard for all of us, but this is the future you're talking about. You can't just quit college!" Michaell overheard his mom talking to his brother at the dining room, clearly upset when Mark broke the news to her.

  "I tried, mom, but what's the point? I've been missing all my csses for months, I barely have the time to do my homework, and even if I graduate, what happens next? Would I ever find a career? Become a dentist? Or a wyer? Why would I do any of that?" Mark argued while looking down at the table with a frown.

  She gazed away for a bit, knowing that Mark wasn't wrong about it, but she persisted. "It does more than just to prepare you for a job. Think about the things you're learning, the memories you're making with your friends."

  "Like I had with Amber?" Mark gnced at his mother with his frown growing apparent.

  Debbie flinched and was at a loss for words because Mark told her recently that he and Amber broke up with each other. She knew how heartbreaking it was for her son, but maybe she didn't know how much that affected him until now.

  "I've thought this through over and over, and I just don't think I can keep this up. With all the things I can do, there are more important things I have to focus on than college. And with Oliver growing up, he needs me to be around." Mark turned towards the baby sitting at the end of the table, smiling as the little one cooed happily to him.

  Letting out a sigh, Debbie reached out with her good arm and grasped Mark's hand gently. "Mark, you don't need to expin. Whatever decision you need to make, if this is what you think it's best for you and us, I understand." She said in a somber tone, which Mark deeply appreciated with a smile.

  "Look on the bright side, at least you get to stick around and have the chance to try my special dish!" Michael chimed in as he was done preparing the st food before carrying the four of them out of the kitchen and served the dinner. "Hope you both didn't lose your appetite, cause I made it for this special occasion."

  "Huh, this looks pretty good. What is it?" Mark asked while looking at the bowl of rice topped with deep-fried breaded pork and some vegetables.

  "That's Katsudon, a cssic Japanese recipe. Though I wanted to add some Chinese fried rice to repce the white ones, to make it even tastier." Michael said boastfully as he served Oliver his little dinner. "And for the little buddy, I made some mush mixed with a bit of carrots, peas, and some grapes to add a little sweetness."

  "You also made dinner for Oliver? That's so sweet of you." Debbie smiled at his kindness.

  "Aw, It's no big deal. It's actually the first time I made food for a baby, so I hope he doesn't mind the vegetables." Michael chuckled as he took his seat next to his brother with his own bowl and grabbed a fork. "Go ahead! Take a bite!"

  Mark was the first to grab a spoonful of Michael's food and put it in his mouth. His eyes widened as the sweet and salty taste danced on his pate. "Oh wow, this is really good!"

  "It is absolutely divine! How did you learn to cook something like that?" Debbie asked, also impressed by the taste that she took another bite.

  "Well, let's just say I was looking for other options in case I would never become a superhero. But I'm gd to hear you both love it!" Michael smiled to see his food actually cheered them up a little. So they spent a moment enjoying the dinner while Michael took care of feeding Oliver. "By the way, I think you're making the right decision to quit school, Mark. Graduating college to get a job is now overrated these days. And besides, being a superhero should count as a job, right?"

  "I guess. Cecil has been paying me more than I could ever earn in that burger joint I used to work at." Mark sighed as he thought back to his old job at the time before he got his powers.

  "Pfff, you worked in a fast-food restaurant?" Michael burst out ughing, which Mark gave him an unamused look. "Oh God, I wish I could've been there to see your face!"

  "Oh yeah? And what did you do while you still didn't get powers?" Mark asked, mildly annoyed.

  "Uh, I was captain of a wrestling team back in highschool. And I was a damn good wrestler." Michael said while flexing his arm to show his muscles.

  Mark rolled his eyes as he was hardly impressed by the answer. "Whatever." He continued eating the fried pork.

  "So Mike - wait, can I call you Mike?" Debbie broke the silence, moving on to the next subject she wanted to talk with her new son.

  "Oh yeah, I forgot your real name is Marcus! Well, sure, I don't mind." Michael willingly accepted his nickname as he helped Oliver eat his food.

  She smiled at hearing his approval before she continued. "I've been meaning to ask, what are you pnning to do next?"

  "I'm going to be a new superhero, duh." Mike said casually, earning a surprised reaction from his mother.

  "Yeah, I saw that coming." Mark chuckled with his mouth full.

  "Are you sure about this? Don't get me wrong, I think that's a great idea you'd be helping your brother so much, but after everything you had to go through, I figured you need time to get used to this." A hint of concern was noticeable on Debbie's face.

  "You're right, I'm still processing, but I'm not gonna sit here while Mark has to do all the save the world duties by himself. Besides, it would be hirious to meet my brother's friends and blow their minds when they see 'two' Marks." Mike gestured to himself and Mark to show their simirities.

  "Well, if you really wanna look like your brother, maybe you need to get a haircut for starters." His mother pointed to his shaggy hair with a look of amusement, she then turned back to Mark. "You think Cecil is gonna be fine with him?"

  "I don't see why not. I think he's gonna love the idea of having two viltrumites fighting for Earth, as a matter of fact." Mark said with a nonchant shrug. "Mom's kinda right though, Mike. Before you become a superhero, you need a name and a costume. I hope you're not even thinking of using my name."

  "Actually, I had my own back in my universe, but I'm not gonna tell you what it is until I make my big debut." Mike winked at his brother. "But you know, I was wondering if in this reality there's someone who specializes in creating costumes for superheroes. Someone who can make… art?" He asked with a sly grin.

  Mark blinked a few times before he snorted. "You can stop messing around. I'll let you meet with him tomorrow, but first I need you to help me with something."

  The next day, Mark took Mike out of the house and they flew all the way to the campus where Mark used to attend. Mark led him to the dorm building as they floated down to the window on the second floor while making sure no one was around. As he gestured to his brother to wait for it, Mark looked into the window and saw his best friend inside the room.

  He knocked on the window, which drew his friend's attention, and was surprised when he saw Mark out there before he went to open the window.

  "Mark! Is that you? I got your message, but I didn't expect you would come flying in." Mark's best friend said as he stepped back, letting Mark get inside. "Sheesh, when you told me that alien girl beat you up so badly, you weren't kidding." He pointed to Mark's bck eye.

  "Hey William, gd you're doing well. Um… How's Amber?" Mark asked almost nervously.

  "Oh, she's doing fine. I bumped into her just yesterday and told me she's working on moving on after your breakup. Sorry about what happened between you guys, it must have been rough. If you're looking for someone to talk about, well, I'm your guy." William said with a look of sympathy.

  "Thanks, but that's not exactly why I'm here." He paused as he tried to think how to tell William about someone who's waiting outside.

  "Right." William nodded in understanding as he headed back to the bed and sat on it. "You know, it's really gonna suck you're not gonna be around here anymore, but I can see how hard it is to find the bance between being a superhero and a normal student. You didn't have to sneak in though, it's not like everyone is gonna judge you for being a dropout. Well, maybe the teachers would."

  "That's the thing, there's someone outside I want you to meet. And there's a chance that you're gonna freak out, so I'm telling you beforehand so you can prepare." Mark replied, pointing his thumb at the window.

  William was surprised to hear that, but then burst out chuckling. "Mark, I was almost turned into a robot by a mad scientist, I was harassed by your dad when he was looking for you, and I met an alien bug who could use technology to look like your comic book hero. So whoever that is, I think I can handle it." He said with utmost confidence.

  "Well, you asked for it." Mark shrugged before he opened the window and peeked out.

  When Mike saw his brother beckoning him, he hovered through the open window and nded next to Mark. William gave a shocked reaction as he looked over Mike's features without blinking.

  "William, this is my brother from another universe, Mike." Mark introduced his brother, smiling at William's dumbfounded face.

  "Yo, how you've been, Will?" Mike smiled nonchantly while waving his hand.

  William stood up from the bed and stared at Mark and Mikie alternatively, as if he wanted to take a moment comparing both of their faces until he was sure his eyes weren't just pying tricks. Mark and Mike waited patiently as they understood it must be too much for him to process.

  "Okay, this is a lot tougher than I could expect." William huffed out of breath while running his hand through his hair. "So, this handsome guy standing next to you is your brother? Like, your long-lost twin brother?"

  "From another universe, as Mark just said. And thank you, you're also as adorable as my old friend from my world." Mike replied while giving William a wink.

  "Wow, now not only I'm confused, but also heavily fttered. Mark, please tell me I'm not just having a wet dream."

  "I have time to expin everything to you, but I brought him here because he needs a fresh haircut. So I figured you're the person who knows a good pce where he can have one." Mark said as he started packing his stuff in the duffle bag.

  William hummed in deep thought as he walked around Mike, scrubbing his chin while looking over him from head to toe before forming an opinion. "You're absolutely right. He looks as hot as you, but his hair… no offense, but that only ruins your charisma. Not to mention about your clothing choice, but I'll refrain from that for now."

  "Oh, Will, how I missed your sassiness." Mike returned with a mix of sarcastic and nostalgic tone. "So, are you gonna help me?"

  "I was gonna say I'm feeling like I'm losing my mind because I'm literally seeing a double of Mark, but after you just gave me a compliment, you have my undivided attention! Come on, I know a pce where they can give you a nice trim." William led Mark's twin brother out of the room.

  Inside of a barbershop, Mark and William were waiting in the lobby while watching Mike getting a new haircut. This gave Mark the chance to tell his friend everything that happened in the past few days when he confronted Angstrom, including the moment where he met Mike and the tter decided to leave his universe so he could stay in this one.

  "Thanks again for helping him out, William." Mark said while sitting on a couch alongside his friend.

  "Mark, you know I'm always here whenever you need me. And Mike? He really seems like a good fel. But man, coming from one of the universes where you turned evil and destroyed the world? I'm surprised he's turning over the new leaf so easily." William gnced at the twin, feeling sorry for him after hearing his story.

  "I'm not sure. I think he's still struggling to feel like he could fit in since he doesn't exist. But if he was also a superhero back in his world, letting him go out and help some people might clear his head. Maybe I should also introduce him to the others, like the Guardians of the Globe." Mark rubbed his chin with a thoughtful look, wondering if they would be interested to meet Mike, even if that means he needs to give them the same story just like he told Willliam.

  "Did he tell you what his superhero name is gonna be? I hope he's not thinking of ripping off yours. Wait, can superheroes trademark their superhero names?" William asked casually.

  Mark shrugged in response. "Either way, guess I'll find out once I'll take him to get his own costume."

  "Alright, it's done." The barber announced to catch Mark and William's attention, while removing the cloth from Mike.

  Mike spun around and stood up from the chair, showing Mark and William his new hairstyle from sporting a shaggy long hair, to a short one with undercut fade.

  "How do I look?" Mike asked while posing in front of them.

  "Shut. Up. To quote George Michael: Absolutely fwless!" William excimed while doing a camera gesture to further compliment his transformation.

  "Careful, William. You have a boyfriend, remember?" Mark gnced at William with a smirk.

  "Unlike you and your brother, I'm into big guys with more meat in their bodies, sorry not sorry." William shrugged nonchantly, returning the smile to Mark before he turned back to Mike. "Still, you should keep that new haircut! But you're just this close to make the dies fall over your heels!"

  "Oh, I know that. Which is why I'm going to get that costume next!" Mike turned towards his brother, and they shared a nod.

  After a while, Mark and Mike flew to the other part of the city until they nded in a strip mall, but more specifically in front of a small shop with a sign hanging above the entrance that said "Tailor Shoppe".

  "Alright, this is the pce. But I'm pretty sure you remember where it was to begin with, isn't it?" Mark said as he and Mike entered the shop.

  "Yeah, and it brings back good memories, like when I got so excited to try my new costume." Mike smiled wistfully, letting his memory of that moment pyed in his head while he looked around the shop.

  "That reminds me, have you thought about what kind of costume you want?" Mark asked as he led Mike to the backroom after noticing the owner wasn't around.

  "Well, you probably have guessed before, but it's something that I used to wear back then. Actually, I was wearing what was left of it back when we met. I just hope that it would be enough for him to make an exact copy." Mike replied while looking back at his backpack he was carrying, which he's keeping the pants that came with his costume.

  "I'm sure he can handle it, but for now, let's focus on your introduction, okay?" Mark opened the secret entrance with a loud buzz.

  As they entered the roomand Mike walked downstairs that led to the underground floor as they both heard the soothing jazz music filling the air. Mark spotted the designer sitting at an advanced table, working on a suit.

  "Art! It's me! Sorry if you're busy, but I brought someone!"

  The old man perked up after hearing Mark's voice as he looked up from the table. "Hey, Mark! I didn't expect you'd come by, but if we're talking about a new customer, I think I can…" He trailed off once he gazed towards Mark and the guy who was coming along with him. Art rubbed his eyes and looked at Mark and Mike, still wearing a perplexed look. "... Mark, I'm not sure if my meds aren't working or I'm finally becoming senile."

  Mike snorted at the tailor's comment. "Calm down, I'm as real as the Earth is round.

  "He's also my brother, only… not from around here. I'll expin everything, but is there a chance you can do a favor for him?" Mark asked politely.

  Art gnced towards Mike with an intrigued look. "I've met interesting people ever since I opened this shop; martians, mutants, even god reincarnations! But meeting someone from another dimension, let alone a brother of yours, is definitely new." Mike only raised an eyebrow at him, which Art just realized he was talking to his face and let out a chuckle. "Sorry, I was just in the middle of processing. Name's Art Rosenbaum, nice to meet you."

  "Mike Grayson. I know who you are and I'm happy to see an old face again." Mike said with a smile as he shook Art's hand.

  "Is that so? Well, we can talk about that ter. But please, tell me how can good old Art help you?"

  Mike slung the backpack off his shoulders, pced it on the work table before opening it and took out the remains of his old costume, as Art watched it in mild surprise. "You see, the other you made this costume for me, and it was the best thing I've ever seen. But most of it was destroyed in a big fight, and all I have of it is this pair of pants. So yeah, I need more than just a patch job." He handed them to Art, as the tailor looked at the costume's remnants closely.

  "Hmm… This kind of sew work really resembles mine…" Art hummed in deep thought, until he raised his gaze up to Mike. "So you want me to make a new one. I admit this is not gonna be easy work unless you can show me somehow how the rest of your costume looked like."

  "Oh, if you have a piece of paper and a pencil I could borrow, I can make you a drawing of it!"

  "Can you? Well, a draft that would save a lot of time. Alright, you can go ahead and pick the notebook that's on the table." Art pointed his desk behind him. Mike nodded and went to the desk, while Art turned back to Mark. "So, tell me more about him."

  While Mark spent a moment telling Art the whole story, Mike began drawing the draft of his costume. It was a good thing he carried the pants with him so he could remember all the details of his costume. Mark made sure not to skip all the details from the moment he confronted Angstrom to the part when he was now back to his world.

  "So what happened to the other me?" Art asked as he approached Mike.

  "Well, you were one of the people who tried to help me to take down my evil brother, but that went all the way south and you gave your life so I could make an escape. Of course, I didn't want you to sacrifice, but then you told me and quote: 'Dying of old age is overrated anyway!'" Mike responded as he was just finishing drawing the st detail of his suit.

  "Heh, guess you owe me a big one for that. Probably make it two for the costume." Art chuckled with an amused look as he tried to take a peek at what the young man's drawing. "By the way, aren't you gonna tell us what would be your secret name?"

  "Oh, you're about to find out soon when you'll see this! In fact, I was just getting done!" Mike got up from the chair and handed the paper to Art.

  The tailor examined the drawing with a critical eye, humming with interest arising at the single detail Mike drew. "I gotta say, this looks rather unique than I could imagine. But I think I could put a lot of effort into this. Just give me a full day and I'll make sure this costume is done and ready." He gave Mike an approved smile.

  "Just do your magic, Art!" Mike smirked back at him. By the time Mark and Mike left, Art spend all day and night working on the kid's request, excited to see the full result himself.

  Once the work was all done, Mike stood on the podium and let Art and Mark watch him in his new superhero costume.

  "Wow…" Mark's face was filled with amazement.

  "Well, look at you." Art's smile spread widely across his face.

  Mike's new costume consists of a dark skin-tight supersuit that hugged around his body, showing off his well-framed muscles. Simir to Mark's costume, the dark color blended with the blue that covered all over his torso to his midriff, along with red highlights splitting the colors of his gloves and around the colr of his costume. There was also grey outlining running down from his thighs to his calves. Last but not least, he also wore a dark leather biker jacket with the colr puffing out in the middle.

  However, what most stood out in his costume was the giant bck and blue letter of 'U' pstered over his chest.

  Mike looked at the costume he's now wearing, noticing that Art didn't skip any small detail the suit had, but despite the marvelous job, Mike didn't feel fully satisfied. "Hmm…"

  "What's wrong?" Mark raised an eyebrow.

  "I don't know. I mean, this costume is just exactly what I need! It's great! But I can't help but feel like something's missing." Mike replied while struggling to find the answer in his mind.

  "Well, you still have that symbol on your chest. But if that's not iconic enough for you, then I'm afraid it's something you have to figure out on your own." Art leaned back against the edge of the table, giving the young man the time he needed.

  Mike got off the podium and surveyed around the workshop. He tried looking at the other costumes Art made, but that wasn't enough for him to come up with the idea. When he turned around and was about to ask Art for his opinion, his eyes caught on a pair of round sungsses sitting at his work table. Filled with curiosity, he went to pick up the gsses and looked at them closely.

  "Hey, I didn't see those before yesterday! Where did you get it?" Mike asked as he grew to like the look of those gsses.

  "Oh, those are just part of a new project I'm working on for Mark if he ever needs a change of clothes. I was pnning to use those sungsses for his goggles he usually wears." Art confessed, feeling a little embarrassed that he forgot to keep them.

  "You're making a new costume for me? Since when?" Mark's eyes widened, very surprised to learn that he never asked Art for a new suit.

  "Not too long, as I was just getting started with sketching the concept. Sorry I've been keeping that from you, but I also wanted to give you a surprise." Art chuckled when the cat's outta the bag.

  Mike looked back at the gsses and then something just crossed in his mind. "Is it okay if I try them?" He asked while holding the sungsses up.

  "Sure, why not?" Art shrugged, genuinely curious to see how those shades would fit him.

  Mike walked towards one of the dispy cabinets so he could look at his own reflection through the gss. After spending a brief moment thinking, he put the round sungsses on. At this very moment, Mike could finally see it. Ever since he came to this new universe, he wanted to picture himself as a cool person who believes that confidence must be built, not to be born. The costume and the jacket used to be that combination he wore back in his time, but until now, he felt like there was a missing piece he needed.

  The round sungsses were the st piece he needed to fully represent what he's standing on as a hero.

  "Perfect." Mike muttered, growing a cunning smirk as he turned around to face Mark and Art to show his enlightened expression. "Can I keep them?"

  Art chortled a ugh. "Those really look good on you, aren't they? Sure, they're all yours to wear. So… What does the 'U' stand for?" He cut the chase to bring the most important question he and Mark are so excited to hear.

  Mike opened his mouth and was about to reveal his hero name, but before he could do so, the three heard the radio going static and it seemed like the signal was changed.

  "We interrupt your favorite transmission to bring you some breaking news. There are reports of a superpowered aggressor wreaking havoc across Michigan Avenue, destroying everything on their path despite the efforts of the CPD elements trying to hold them off. The head of the police department advised all the residents from the area to stay indoors until further notice."

  "Looks like this is now your chance to make your appearance." Mark said, smiling at the convenient timing that he and Mike didn't know they were looking for.

  Mike chuckled before approaching Art and held out his hand. "Thank you for doing this. If there's something I can do to return the favor, just let me know."

  "Don't mention it, just go out there and kick some butt!" Art shook his hand with a smile.

  "You're coming, Mark?" Mike asked his brother.

  "Yeah, sure. I wanna see what you can do!" Mark stood from his chair.

  Mike nodded before he floated into the air and looked at Art one more time. "I hope you check the news ter!" He then flew through the vent tunnel that led to the outside with Mark following him.

  Somewhere around downtown, an ominous individual in a battlesuit with an arm cannon was strolling across the road, facing towards the blockage of police cars as they kept pouring their bullets on him to no avail. The vilin stopped in his tracks and aimed his cannon at the blockage, shooting a barrage of sers at the police.

  "Shit! Run!" A police officer shouted as he and others ran away as the police cars exploded.

  "Seriously, when y'all gonna realize your bullets are utterly useless against me? The only thing you're doing well is pissing me off!" The vilin with the cannon sneered as he continued walking, only to stop when another unit of cops were shooting him from the side.

  He shot another bst at them, sending the ser hitting the concrete to create another explosion that threw the cops off their feet. The vilin was going to continue his way, but then spotted another officer trying to crawl away.

  "Hmm, you know, maybe it's time for you to learn the hard lesson." He smiled wickedly and aimed the cannon at the wounded officer.

  The policeman froze in fear as he watched the red glow lighting in the vilin's weapon, and then the ser shot towards him. But suddenly, a blue blur stepped in front of the officer before the ser beam hit it.

  "What the?!" The vilin was shocked when the smoke dissipated and saw a young man in a blue and bck tight suit and a leather jacket shielding the officer, with his arms crossed to protect himself from the bst as it had a little effect on him.

  "You know, killing a w enforcement officer is gonna make it difficult for your wyers in court, KillCannon!" The young hero with sungsses said, unfolding his arms so he could face the vilin with a pyful smirk

  "Wait a minute, you're not Invincible! Bugger off! My business is only between me and him!" KillCannon spat while clenching his fist.

  "You hear that, brother? Looks like you got yourself a big fan!" The young man shouted to the sky, which made KillCannon turn around and saw Invincible floating in the air.

  "Well, that does sound concerning." Invincible said with his arms crossed, until he saw KillCannon looking at him and waved his hand. "Don't mind me! I'm just here to watch my bro giving you a good old-fashioned beat up!"

  "Oh, is that right?" KillCannon scoffed and turned back to the other superhero who cims to be Invincible's brother. "Well, I just have to get rid of you before I get my hands on Invincible!" He shot a ser bst at the young hero.

  He stepped on the manhole and grabbed it to shield the bst with it. After that, he threw it like a frisbee at the vilin, but KillCannon jumped away and watched the manhole flying away.

  "Ha! You think that old trick is gonna-" He didn't finish his sentence when he turned back forward and then a fist collided with the side of his face. His red visor cracked by the sheer force of the punch, as he was sent bouncing all the way to the end of the street.

  "Taking your eyes off your opponent is also a rookie's mistake!" The young man with the sungsses taunted as he flew forward, as Invincible followed from above just in case he would need some backup.

  KillCannon skidded his feet across the road and aimed the cybernetic cannon before shooting another barrage of sers at him, but the young superhero maneuvered through the air with the sers barely grazing him. He spun around and his foot made contact on KillCannon's face, sending him through a mp post that snapped it in half and then bounced off a building and on top of a vehicle, crushing the roof with his weight.

  "Have you considered practicing in a shooting range? 'Cause your aim is just as bad as an average stormtrooper." Mike kept jesting as he lowered to the ground and walked towards the vilin. "Seriously though, I don't know what this particur street ever did to you to cause a ruckus, but it's time you'll have a timeout."

  "Stop mocking me!" KillCannon yelled as he jumped off the car and ripped the door off before tossing it at the boy, using it as a distraction as he charged his cannon.

  The young man's quick-timed reaction kicked in and ducked his head while feeling the air whizzing above him. When he saw KillCannon about to shoot him again, he shot forward at a heightened speed and grabbed his cannon upward before the vilin fired a shot to the sky.

  "Tsk, tsk, that's your st strike."

  The young hero stunned the vilin with a punch, but he didn't stop from there as he delivered a right hook, followed by an uppercut. When KillCannon stumbled around, he pulled his arm, swinging him around, and then delivered a powerful clothesline that flipped the vilin off his feet and fell down.

  "You know, I would sugarcoat it to say this is some nice augmentation, but frankly I was expecting it'd do more than just shooting sers." He said while holding KillCannon's augmented arm. "You built that yourself, didn't you?"

  "Y-Yeah…" The vilin almost slurred as he nervously watched his cannon being seized by the young man.

  "Hmm… I'mma break it!" The young hero grinned as his fingers gripped around the cannon.

  "Don't do it!"

  "I'mma do it!"

  "Don't you do it!"

  Invincible's brother of course ignored his pleading and pulled the arm cannon, ripping it off his socket.

  "Aaahhh! Dammit!" KillCannon smmed his fist on the concrete, having realized that he's now completely helpless to keep fighting. But then he was grabbed by the colr and the hero lifted him up while staring at him through his sungsses.

  "Now time for your little nap." He headbutted KillCannon, rendering him unconscious and dropping him down.

  Suddenly, Mike heard the sounds of cheering before realizing the crowd coming out of their hiding and gathering around to witness the new hero saving the day, most of them were even filming him or taking pictures with their cellphones, which probably meant they're gonna share on social media and let the the entire world about his appearance. He was genuinely surprised to be surrounded by people praising him for taking down a vilin, but for the first time in a long time, he's happy that he just saved innocent lives of men, women and children.

  Of course, it wouldn't feel the same as he was now standing in a different world, but that's why he wanted to start all over again. Not just to try and be the better version of himself, it was also to show everyone that his confidence was still high.

  "Looks like they already like you." Invincible said with a smile as he lowered down.

  They heard the sirens coming closer and both heroes saw the police cars arriving. The officers asked the bystanders to step away while they took care of apprehending the vilin, since he's now out of commission to even try to resist.

  "Better call dispatch, and let them know that your suspect has been… disarmed!" The young superhero smiled goofily while holding the broken cannon up and waving it sideways. The officers just looked at him in puzzlement while Invincible only shook his head.

  "I get it!"

  "Thank you, fellow citizen!" Mike acknowledged one of the civilians with a smirk and a finger gun, as he dropped the cannon.

  "Thanks for helping us out. We'll take it from here and clean everything up. I don't know what this guy's deal was, but he's not gonna get off easy." One of the cops said while gncing at the unconscious superpowered delinquent.

  "Keep up your good job, officer. Oh, and tell whoever owns that car that I humbly apologize for that." He pointed at the crushed vehicle which KillCannon nded on just a moment ago.

  "Say, I don't think I have seen you before around these parts. Who… are you?" The officer asked out of sheer curiosity.

  Mike blinked and then looked around to see the people were also intrigued to know about his name. Then he gnced at Invincible, as his brother smiled and nodded silently at him, letting him know this was the moment they've been waiting for.

  Spreading a grin across his face, while pushing the bridge of his sungsses, he faced back the officer and gave him his answer.

  "My name… is-"

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