In the dead of night, looking over his city, he enjoyed the peace and quiet that the night had to offer. A cool breeze blew through his cape and he quickly breathed in.

"Hotdogs, cigarettes, and is that pizza?" He whispered out into the dead of night. Suddenly sirens blared as cars raced under him. "Time to get busy."

Throwing himself off the building and spreading out his glider behind him. Now if you would have looked up that night in Las Vegas, all you would have seen was a flash of white go by. You would have thought, 'Is that Batman?'

But the funny thing was, it was the DNA Master of the Crime Stoppers! Accidentally giving himself powers after a lab accident a couple years ago, he had super strength, telekinesis and magnification vision. Taking a quick look around our hero swoops down into two unsuspected people.

"Hello fellow crime stoppers. Is everything alright?"

Taking one look at this figure, they busted out in spontaneous laughter.

The first man, a tall African American with green eyes, looked at our hero, "Man, you have got to stop daydreaming."

The second, an inch shorter then the first, a well built Texan with chocolate brown eyes, agreed with the first, "Yea man. Come on, I wanted my results an hour ago.""I have no clue what you are talking about citizens."

Laughing, the first man started to snap his fingers in front of our young hero's face. "Come on Super G. Wake up!"

"HUH?!"

"G you were staring off into space when you were waiting for our results."

"Oh, sorry guys. My radio wasn't working and I have nothing else to do."

Facing our hero was the two men from his fantasy world. His real 'Partners in Crime' Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown. The real heroes who give the dead a voice everyday.

Warrick, the tall African American with green eyes, looked at him. "You were daydreaming again about that super hero thing weren't you?"

"Yes," our hero admitted shamelessly. "My story needs a good one."

"Yea, well don't let it get you into trouble" Nick replied with a wink as Warrick and him walked out the door.

"Alright!" our hero yelled at their retreating backs. He sighed as he looked around his place of work. He wasn't out in the city saving people's lives from everyday murder. He was the one that put, as he would say, the target rings on the suspects.

Smiling to himself, our hero turned around and got back to his work. Silently to himself he started humming "Na-na na-na na-na…DNA MAN!!!!"