Teenage boy Blaine is devastated when he moves away from Ohio and needs to leave his best friend Kurt behind. After all, they spent their childhood together and knew each other better than anyone else.
Fourteen years later, Blaine has turned to Nightbird, a superhero people look up to, and keeps New York safe every day – until an equally powerful supervillain called Mayhem shows up and declares he wants to kill his brother Cooper because he ruined his life. At the same time, Kurt, now a successful photojournalist, suddenly moves to New York to work at his workplace, and of course, Blaine is happy to reconnect with his childhood friend again.

That is, until Blaine notices that Kurt and Mayhem are actually one and the same.

From that moment on, Nightbird and Mayhem are at war with one another – or at least, they think they are. Whether real feelings are involved in their feud? Whether they actually...still care for each other?

Pfft, absolutely not.

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So...another story with superpowers, lol. Can't get enough of those lately, don't ask me, why, hehe xD

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Blaine was sitting on the rooftop of one of the skyscrapers in New York and deeply inhaled the nightly New Yorker air. It was dark outside now, and as always Nightbird had saved the day, and a couple of lives. Behind him, his wings were fluttering. It still felt like yesterday when he had discovered his powers and started to fight crime – but actually, three years had already passed. Time flied.

He sighed. Actually, he should be happy. He was a successful journalist of the New York Citizen, and whenever he was needed, he just grew wings, put on his leather superhero suit and his face mask, and transformed into his alter ego Nightbird that saved and protected the citizens of New York. Nightbird already had a big fanbase and thousands of people that were looking up to him.

But why was he feeling so lonely? Admittedly, it might be because he didn't tell anyone about his powers. Nightbird worked alone and he was completely fine with that. But sadly, being a superhero had its downsides as well. That he had almost no friends, for instance. Or that he needed to neglect his family. His last best friend was a boy he left behind in Ohio when his family moved to New York. Blaine put his face in his hands. When was the last time he had thought about Kurt? They had only been teenagers, nevertheless, they had that deep connection to each other. He had told Kurt everything, and vice versa. The two of them have been inseparable -and completely devastated when Blaine's dad got that lucrative job offer in New York City.

-Flashback-

"This is the end of our friendship, right?", Kurt said and looked down sadly while his parents put their last boxes into the moving van.

But Blaine shook his head fervently and lifted up his chin with his thumb. "Of course not! We are super best friends; how can you say that?"

"We are only fifteen, we won't stay in touch. Get real, Blaine."

"Don't be so negative."

"I'm realistic."

In the meantime, Blaine's parents had already gone into their now empty house so that the two boys were alone.

"Listen, Kurt" Blaine looked him deeply in the eyes. "We are best friends for nine years now. And we will stay best friends for the rest of our lives, I promise."

"You cannot promise that!"

"Yes, I can!" He took Kurt's hands and softly caressed the scar where that dog had bitten him when they were twelve and provoked their neighbor's chihuahua. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Blaine's dad was honking now. They must have been too upset to notice that his parents had gotten into the van in the meantime. "Get in, son!"

"Goodbye, Blaine." Kurt kissed him softly on the right cheek. "Take care." A tear ran down his cheek now.

"You too." Blaine quickly climbed into the van when his parents threw him impatient glances. As they drove off, Blaine waved at his best friend from the rear window and watched how Kurt became smaller and smaller the further they drove away. But Blaine could still see him cry.

He turned around, slumped down on his seat touched the cheek where Kurt had kissed him, and let out a sob himself. This farewell hurt way too much.

…

Yes, they had planned on staying in touch, but for some weird reason, Kurt never answered his letters, or his texts, or his calls. For some reason, Kurt had also changed his number, and his email address. When Blaine tried finding him on social media, he was unsuccessful. It was as if Kurt had died or something.

But why did Kurt just disappear without a trace? He just didn't get it.

With another sigh, Blaine got up, jumped down the roof, and let his wings carry him up again. He wondered whether Kurt was okay now, what he was doing at the moment. Almost fourteen years ago, they have been best friends, and maybe a little more than that. It was a shame they couldn't keep their friendship alive. Hopefully, Kurt was fine.

Blaine flied over to the building of his apartment, landed, looked around so that no one followed him, and went down the stairs to his secret headquarters, the basement of a deserted bar. He owned this building now, and thanks to an acquaintance of his, a data-analyst of the FBI and an IT expert, he could set up a High-Tech HQ with everything he needed.

He made a mental note to send Artie another text to thank him.

Tired, he slumped down on his seat and put down his face mask. After that, he retracted his greyish, feathered wings and took a sip of his glass of water. Apart from his obvious ability to fly, he also had super strength, was exceptionally fast, and had super-fast healing powers.

At home, he had no sweetheart that awaited him. He was completely on his own. How frustrating.

Just at that moment, the alarm of his flatscreen went off. Blaine checked the flatscreen. Apparently, people needed help near the Central Park because someone obviously made trouble.

With another sigh, he got up to head to the location. Superheroes never had a day off.

…

He could already hear people scream when he came flying to the Central Park. People ran to the opposite direction, and Blaine landed in front of the culprit that seemed to be the troublemaker.

That someone wore a grey chic coat to black leather pants and black fingerless gloves, and when he turned around, Blaine noticed that he wore a grey facemask.

"Who the hell are you?", Blaine wanted to know. He had never seen this guy before, and that really meant something, considering that he fought crime for years now.

The male stranger started grinning. "Allow me to introduce myself: Sadly, I cannot tell you my real name, but people like to call me Mayhem." Mayhem bowed a little.

"What do you want, Mayhem?", Blaine demanded to know. "Why did you wreak havoc?"

Mayhem disdainfully clicked his tongue. "There, there, Nightbird. I didn't even hurt a fly, I only scared people a bit. My intention was to draw you out."

Blaine crossed his arms. "And why?"

The villain came walking closer to him and smirked. "Because I want you to know that I will kill Cooper Anderson."

…

Blaine needed to blink. That guy wanted to kill his older brother? And he told him so? He tried everything in his power to keep his cool. There was no way he could find out they were actually related.

"What?"

"You just heard it right. I will kill Cooper Anderson anytime soon, and you will not stop me."

Blaine glared at him angrily. "No."

"No what?"

"I mean, no, I won't allow you kill an innocent man."

But Mayhem just threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, I didn't ask for your permission, Birdie. I merely wanted to inform you. And tell you politely to not stop me. By the way: Who said he was innocent?"

Blaine clenched his hands to fists. "You are crazy."

"Am I? You don't even know me. And you don't even know why I want to do it." For some reason, Mayhem threw him a knowing glance, but Blaine didn't know what that was supposed to mean.

"Point is, I will not allow you murder him – whoever he is. You can't just play god and decide who lives and who dies. And now, please come with me, the police will be interested in you."

As expected, Mayhem just laughed. "Good joke."

"I was not joking." He was about to go towards him to drag that guy to the NYPD when Mayhem just smirked, lifted his hands, created an energy ball – and threw it at him.

Blaine was taken aback by its force when he got hit and fell to the ground immediately. Dizzy, he got up again. "What the hell?"

Until now, he had never ever met someone that was like him. As far as he knew, he was the only one that was in the possession of superpowers – but obviously he had been wrong.

"Yes, Nightbird, you are not the only freak here in New York", Mayhem explained as if he had just read his mind (could he?) and played with another energy ball in his hands. "I can generate force fields – and use them to attack annoying superheroes that stand in the way."

"But how…?"

"I'm not in the mood for telling you my sad, boring life story. Maybe another time?" Mayhem yawned. "It's late now and I've got that important appointment tomorrow, you know."

"Your only appointment will be in jail", Blaine growled.

"Of course, Nightbird, of course." That guy honestly had the guts to smile at him.

Just when Blaine wanted to lunge at him, Mayhem stared at him – and he was unable to move.

"What the…?"

"Yes, I can also manipulate gravity, Nightbird", Mayhem said smugly. "Have a good evening." With that, the villain swiftly turned on his heel, waved at him – he had pulled up his sleeves in the meantime - got onto his motorbike, and drove off.

Just when he was gone, he was able to move again. Blaine gritted his teeth angrily. He had a feeling that Mayhem was going to become a problem to him.

…

Instead of going to sleep, Blaine went straight to his living room and to the cupboard where he kept all the liquors. He needed a drink, now. Even though he had noticed he couldn't get drunk anymore due to his high metabolism, he still couldn't let it be. After three glasses of Tequila, he felt better.

Something about Mayhem he had seen unsettled him. He kind of had a déjà-vu, he just couldn't put a finger on it. Maybe, he had not been sleeping enough lately. He was starting to go crazy due to all the loneliness. Perhaps it was time to socialize again, go to a bar with his workmates from the paper. He needed to get a life, or else, he would destroy himself.

With a sigh, Blaine put back the Tequila bottle and went to bed.

…

Blaine was lying on the lawn in the park next to his house, looking at the stars and thinking.

"I knew I would find you here." Kurt's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up with a smile. "You are such a dreamer, Blaine."

"And what's so bad about it?", Blaine asked with a smile and watched his super best friend lie down next to him.

"Oh, nothing."

For a while, the two fourteen-year-olds were lying next to each other in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company.

"What were you thinking about?", Kurt finally broke the silence.

"I was thinking about my future", he answered. "What am I going to be? Who am I going to be? Whether I will be able to change the world?"

"Of course, you will be able to change the world", Kurt answered as if it was the obvious answer. "You will save the world one day."

"Why are you so sure about that?"

"Because you are ambitious and strong minded. You always want to help those around you, including me. Plus, you have such a big heart."

Blaine needed to blush a bit. "So do you. You know what?" He turned to Kurt and looked him deep in the eyes. "We are both going to change the world one day. Together."

At that, Kurt chuckled. "I can't wait."

…

"Have you already heard it?" When Blaine came to his cubicle today, his workmate Tina nudged him excitedly. "Someone is going to transfer to the New York Citizen. He's one of the best photographers of the States – and he wants to work with us."

Blaine cocked his eyebrow. "Really?"

Tina giddily jumped up and down. "He's one of the youngest top photojournalists and even worked for Forbes. He's an Oxford graduate as well; I so cannot wait to get to know him."

"So he's a luminary?"

"Totally. Unbelievable he wants to work here. Whether I can get an autograph?"

Blaine cocked his eyebrows. Why hadn't he been informed about that? Irritated, he went to the office of his boss – Isabelle Wright – and entered without knocking first.

"Blaine, just come in, no problem.", Ms Wright said with a laugh and put her feet off her desk.

"I heard that someone's going to transfer. Who is it? Why didn't you inform me?" He actually should be scared of losing his job by talking like that to his boss, but since he was one of Ms Wright's best journalist, her most fave journalist, if you will, he wasn't.

Ms Wright just smiled at him. "Hold your horses, Blaine. You are going to get to know him soon enough. You were not the first one who wanted to meet him."

Someone behind him opened the door, but Blaine didn't care. "At least give me his name."

"You want a name?", a new voice behind him suddenly said. "Here you have it."

Blaine turned around – and was surprised to see his childhood friend stand behind him now. "Hello, Blaine", he greeted him. "Missed me?"

"Kurt?"

…

It was indeed Kurt. Since they had parted ways almost fourteen years ago, he looked so ... grown-up. So attractive. His piercing blue eyes were still the same, though.

Blaine started smiling instantly. "Oh my gosh, what a surprise. Where have you been all the years? What have you been up to?"

For some reason, Kurt's smile looked fake. "Can we talk somewhere else? I doubt that the office of our boss is the right place for us to chat."

"You are completely right", Ms Wright interjected, and Blaine turned back to her again. "Blaine, why don't you show Kurt his new office? It's room number 724. As I can see, you already know each other. How?"

"That's a long story, to be honest", he confessed. He tugged Kurt to the door. "Alright then, off we go." He just couldn't believe that Kurt had come to his life again, after all those years. Whether they could continue where they had stopped as teenagers? Be friends again? That would be awesome.

"So…Oxford? Why did you leave the states without a word?", he asked Kurt while they were walking towards his office. Why did you ghost me for almost fourteen years? Weren't we supposed to stay best friends forever? But he bit his tongue and stayed silent instead.

Kurt turned to him, a weird expression on his face. "Didn't your brother tell you why? And that he is the main reason I left?"

Blaine cocked his eyebrows. "What does Coop have to do with all that?"

"That means he didn't tell you how he literally ruined my life?" Kurt sighed deeply, the glint in his eyes kind of unsettled Blaine. "Alright. That's irrelevant."

What was that supposed to mean? Blaine opened the door to his office. "Okay, there we are. That's your office."

"Thanks for showing me, Blaine." Kurt rolled up the sleeves of his blazer, and at that moment, Blaine saw it. The scar.

The exact same scar Kurt had since he was twelve. The exact same scar he had seen on Mayhem's wrist when they fought against each other the other day.

Blaine reeled back when realization hit him. That's why he couldn't sleep well last night. That's why he needed to think about Kurt all the time. His subconsciousness had tried to warn him, but he just didn't see the red flags until now. Was it pure coincidence Kurt turned up here in New York right after Blaine fought against that supervillain for the first time, or that Mayhem had mentioned that important appointment he had today?

He didn't think so.

"Blaine? What's wrong?", Kurt asked him with his head cocked to the side.

"You", he croaked "You are Mayhem."

Next time, we will learn why exactly Kurt wants to kill Blaine's brother, and also why he became Mayhem in the first place.

I hope you liked the first chapter ;) See you next time =D