"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadiquet, but that we are powerful beyond measure..."

Tim sat on the edge of his king-sized bed in his large room. Staring back at his was an old black and white photo of his parents, two of the greatest heroes that ever lived. His eyes that just hours ago drove fear into the hearts of an underground drugs cartel now fought back tears from his heartache. All that power, and they still couldn't stop the Darkness. He threw the picture across the room and cleared up his eyes. That was one item he would make a note to not bring with him to Hero School.

There was a knock on his large oak door. "Hey, son. Are you okay?"

Tim cringed internally every time Mark Darkens called him 'son.' Sure he had been adopted by Darkens, also known as the hero DarkMark, but he never felt as if he belonged to Mark's family. After all, his secret identity was Timothy Drake Turner, no where in his name was the name 'Mark ' even located. All the same, he was glad he was no longer wandering the globe. For the past three years he had had a stable home. "Except now I'm moving again." he muttered.

"Tim?"

"I'm fine!" Tim shouted back. "Just packing last items!"

"Okay, don't forget your suit."

Tim laughed. How could he forget his suit? It was the only item of clothing he wore the most, only being beaten by his underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror. He never considered himself human even though he had no powers. He considered himself Sparrow, not Timmy Turner. That was his mindset; the legend was real, the human is the mask.

He pulled his mask on over his head and smiled. His suit had come along way since he had settled in Dimmsdale. It had gone from tights with very limited protection save a cup to a wickedly tricked out survival suit that even military super-soldiers would envy. The entire suit was tear-proof, fire-proof to an extent, bullet-proof except for sinper rounds or straight shots from within ten feet.

His mask had changed from a domino mask to a full out cowl that covered his entire head. The cowl protected his head from everything from blunt objects to small fire arms. The cowl also sported a police scanner, a radio, and a long-range listening device, to name a few tools. The cowl even stopped boredom. He couldn't count teh numerous times he would listen to sports on his radio on slow nights.

The cape was now comepletly tear and fire proof. It was hard for him to find a bullet-proof fabric, but he would never quit looking.

His suit was never finished, but his stay at Mark Manor was. He stepped out of his room in full Sparrow garb and, back pack of clothes in hand, headed for the bus to take him to the place he would be spending the next five years of his life.

"So... What is your name?" The kid was dressed in a standard black costume. It was made of tear and fire-proof rubber-like material called Rubbdex with a large white tooth emblazoned on the chest.

Sparrow grunted.

"I see, not the talkative kind. Well, my name is Tooth Titan!"

"..."

"Maybe Matter Muncher Lad rings a bell?" the young hero asked hopefully.

"..."

"Okay, um..." Tooth Titan tuned to the seat behind him. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Please do not interrupt my meditation," came the response.

Sparrow, interested in the fact a teen was meditating, retrieved a mini camera from his belt and peeked it around the seat to see behind him without being obvious.

There were two people sitting, one was an African-American with a very large head. He was obviously the one meditating; his legs were crossed Indian-style. Next to him was a girl in an All-American leotard. He saw her and a feeling swept over his body like he had never felt before.

"Hey, jerk-wad," It was the girl. "Don't you know another way to meditate without jabbing your knee into my rib cage?"

"You're a near-invulnerable hero, I'm certain you have been in more compromising positions, Wonder Gal."

"That's what she said!" Tooth Titan blurted out.

All three pairs of eyes turned to the source of the immature response. "What, can't you prudes take a joke?"

Sparrow held his head. Must. Resist. Urge. To snap. His spinal Column...

Wonder Gal just shook her head and turned back to fighting with the meditator about his position. "A.J.-"

"My name is Prof. A.J." The African-American corrected.

"Alright, Professor, how about you save your freak show medidation for when you get your dorm room?"

"I have a better idea." Prof. A.J. replied, "Switch seats with someone who doesn't mind being graced by my presence."

"Fine." Wonder Gal shakily stood from her seat and pointed to Tooth Titan, "You, jabber-mouth. Up."

"No way! I was here first!" The super teen protested.

Wonder Gal sighed and, with one arm, hoisted the talkative hero from his seat. "I suppose you didn't hear me correctly." SHe said with venom lacing her voice, "Let me reiterate what I said; up!"

"Oh, ah yes. That was much clearer." Tooth Titan scrambled from her grasp and was in his new seat faster than lightning.

Wonder Gal breathed a sigh of relief as she sat by Sparrow. "So... what is your name?"

Sparrow sighed then said his name.

"Oh, I've heard of you!" Wonder Gal's eyes turned to amazement. "You're that powerless hero-kid that pretends to be all but invulnerable!"

Sparrow wasn't sure how to take that, "Uh, thanks?"

"You have no idea how many newpaper clippings I have that tell of your escapes." As soon as the words were out, Wonder Gal slapped her hands over her mouth. "Sorry," she whispered. "I hope that doesn't qualify as stalker status."

Sparrow shrugged. "I've had worse." His mind wandered back to the week he had been captured by his biggest fan. Literally. He was held prisoner by a giant immortal witch doctor that wished to try and observe him in a controled environment.

"Well, my name is-"

"Wonder Gal, I know."

"How'd you know?" She asked. "You stalk me, too?"

Sparrow shook his head. "The Professor A.J. said it earlier. Not that he needed to. The Costume is a dead give away. You're pretty famous."

"And I'm not?" Tooth Titan asked from behind.

Wonder Gal moved her head from side to side as if she was listening to music. "No, no." She said after a moment. "You are famous. Biggest mouth ever."

"Aren't you in the Guinness Book of World Records for that?" Prof. A.J. asked.

"NO!" Tooth Titan adamantly replied, then quietly, "It is biggest appitite."

"Ah."

"Shut up, all of you." Sparrow tried not to cry. I'm going to be spending the next four years living with these teens. Good grief! "Can't his bus go any faster?" he called to the driver.

The driver, a popular hero named Catman, turned to them and shook his head. "Of course not. We are going a Cat-safe 35 miles per hour. That is so we won't crash into anything."

"But we are flying 2200 miles in the air above the city." Sparrow pointed out.

Cat-Man was silent for a second then replied with an automated answer, "Please do not talk to the driver while the bus is in motion."

"Of course."

A/N: Yes, this is the first chapter from Onar's version. He gave me permission to use it because I will be returning to write the first part of FHC.