Authors note: There is a bit of religion in this one. Take it or leave it.
March 24, 1606
Amsterdam, Holland
It was the middle of the night and it was finally time. At midnight John Smythe and the rest of his followers, including myself, met to perform, what would come to be known as, the first official believers' baptism. We walked to the river and John quickly baptized himself and we followed suit. As I came up out of the water, I felt like a new man, and I thought to myself "This might just do it."
After that fateful night I became one of the few Baptist ministers in the world. "Why?", you ask. Because I have done terrible things, I have ran from my past constantly. And I was desperate for answers. I did indeed find them.
In the few years following that night, I went from place to place, trying to maintain a balance of secrecy about my foul abilities, and yet being well enough known to make a difference in people's lives when they need it or ask for help. But it always happens. Someone finds out about my powers and drives me out.
It was a few hundred years later when I finally decided to try a larger city. My secret lasted a little bit longer. But in the grand scheme of things, it didn't do much. I then heard about another city already populated by a team of superheroes. A thought occurred to me. "If the city already has a team of superheroes, I may not be as noticeable."
And so I set off to attempt one last time, God willing, to help those in need, in the city known as "Jump City."