Chapter 2: "The Heroic Calling"

Arc 1: The Dawning of a Hero

*Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or anything DC-related, all I own are my OCs and Sunstone City. AU, characters and events of this Earth are independent of the typical DC Continuity.

June 6th, 2016 - Lucas Rayne Residence - Sunstone City, CA - 8:59 AM PDT

Ever since last night the entire world had been buzzing since the mysterious hero saved a plane yesterday and perhaps saved all of Sunstone City. Every single major media outlet Every single major media outlet in the world was covering the story about the hero. CNN, ABC News, CBS News, Fox News, MSNBC, NBC News, NY Times, LA Times, USA Today, The Washington Posts, Time, and 3 of Sunstone City's biggest news outlets, The Sunstone City Chronicle, The Sunstone Spotlight and SolarVision News Network. Hell, even the Sunstone City News Radio was on the story. Everyone had questions on their mind. Questions like: Who is he? Where is he from? How is he doing what he's doing? Is he a friend or foe?

Since he had saved that plane yesterday, the flying man had been unseen, leaving many to wonder why he did what he did and disappeared afterwards.

Fast forward to now, it was 8:59 AM in Sunstone City and the man who just saved that plane last night from plummeting to its demise, laid in his bed eyes wide open as he stared up at the ceiling. And as the first rays of sunlight filter through the glass pane of the window making contact with his skin, Lucas rises feeling refreshed and energized. Lucas arose to his feet with a mischievous smile. This was his first morning by himself which meant he could use his powers for whatever he wanted to do.

Lucas jumped out of bed, effortless moving through his morning routine, a blur of motion as he swiftly got ready. Within seconds, his face had been washed, teeth brushed and he was dressed in a crisp t-shirt and jeans, hair perfectly combed over.

A smirk snaked its way onto his mug as he made his way to the kitchen, activating his speed. With a burst of lightning-fast movements, he darts around the kitchen, actions almost too quick for the human eye to follow. He looked inside his fridge not seeing any groceries making him frown before a lightbulb clicked in his head making him bolt out of his apartment. When he came back he had a wide assortment of ingredients that seemingly flew into the air as he released them.

Ingredients fly into the air, expertly caught with no effort and arranged on the counter top. Eggs, bacon, vegetables, and a variety of spices hover in mid-air, forming a tantalizing display of color and flavor.

Luca's hands become a blur of motion as he cracks the eggs with precision, whisking them into a fluffy mixture in a matter of seconds. With another swift movement, the bacon sizzles in a pan, releasing an irresistible aroma that fills the room.

Simultaneously, Lucas' speed allows him to chop vegetables in a blink of an eye. The knife moves so fast that it seems as if it were dancing through the air, reducing the vegetables to perfectly diced pieces in an instant. He sprinkles them onto a sizzling skillet, where they sizzle and saute to perfection.

As the eggs finish cooking, Luke whips up a batch of pancakes with his extraordinary speed, the batter swirling and spreading across the griddle in a mesmerizing display. It almost seemed like in an instant, a stack of fluffy, golden delicious pancakes awaits.

Using his speed, Lucas sat up the table in a flash, arranging plates, utensils and a colorful assortment of fresh fruits. The aroma of breakfast fills the air, enticing and mouthwatering.

Just as quickly as he started, Lucas finally slowed down, enjoying his final moments of his culinary masterpiece. He placed the eggs, bacon and pancakes on a plate, garnishing them with a sprinkle of herbs and drizzle of maple syrup.

Satisfied with his efforts, Lucas finally took his place at the table, ready to enjoy the delightful breakfast he prepared with his abilities. He rubbed his hands together preparing to dig in until suddenly his doorbell rang making him sigh. He looked towards the door, brows furrowing with surprise. He wasn't expecting anyone this morning and no one really knew where he lived except for 2 people.

He rose from his seat and walked towards the entrance, wondering who could be interrupting his first meal of the day.

Lucas opened the door, revealing his mother standing outside, her face a mix of both concern and annoyance. Before he could even say "Hi, Good Morning", she barged right past him, her voice filling the room and ringing out full of frustration.

"Lucas! What have you done? I can't believe you revealed yourself. Do you have any idea what you just put yourself through?"

Lucas stood there for a second, stunned by his mother's sudden intrusion and her words. He struggled to find the right response, trying to process the emotion.

"Mom, how did you find out?"

"It's all over the news! The Chronicle and SVNN won't stop talking about it. You've made yourself a target. I can't believe you didn't think about the consequences!"

Catherine started to pace back and forth, her frustration palpable as Lucas looked on.

"I understand your concerns, Mom. But I couldn't just sit back and let those people die on the plane. I couldn't hide any longer."

"But what about your safety? What if someone finds out who you are and comes after you? Did you think about that?"

"I did think about it mom. And that's when I realized I can make a difference mom. I can be the Guardian that Sunstone City needs.I want to make a difference, to protect this city and its people. I can't do that hiding."

"So what you wanna be a hero? You know how that story always ends right? Well, I won't be the one to bury my son. You may think you're invincible and you may be to a certain extent. But there is something out there that can hurt you, I know it and you're gonna make enemies, enemies who will not stop at nothing to hurt you. And I won't help you. Stop chasing this foolish dream," Catherine said, storming out walking past him.

Sunstone City Chronicle - Sunstone City, CA - 9:23 AM PDT

The beautiful and vivacious reporter, Maya Johnson walked through the bustling newsroom, filled with sounds of ringing phones and clatter of fingers tapping on keyboards. In her grasp, a cup of coffee and a small stack of papers with a picture on top. She was engrossed in her own thoughts as she approached her desk, taking a seat placing her coffee down on a coaster.

She sat the stack down on the desk and raised the glossy picture up to his gaze, examining, desperately hoping to make out a clear image of the flying figure.

Her gaze was broken when she heard the loud sounds of muffled screaming coming from the office of The Chronicle's Editor-In-Chief, Jane Olsen. Jane was the middle-aged cousin of Daily Planet Photographer, James Barthemeleow Olsen AKA Jimmy Olsen. The person who previously stood in the Editor's office had walked out. Jane walked towards the doorway and peeked her head out.

"Johnson, in here, now!" The chief shouted as she walked back to her office seat making Maya look up from her picture. She took a deep breath and marched her way into the office. The office was neat and organized, with shelves lined with books and awards adorning the walls. Behind a large wooden desk sits a distinguished-looking woman in her late 40s with vibrant red-hair cascading down in waves with sapphire, blue eyes.

"I've heard great things about your work, Maya. Your reputation as a diligent and tenacious reporter precedes you. I'm thrilled to have you on board," Jane said as Maya smiled and tucked some of her strands behind her ear.

"Thank you Ms. Olsen, I'm really excited-"

Jane interrupted Maya making her simply bite her tongue and hold back her urge to snap on Jane for interrupting her. Maya hated being interrupted, she always has and always will. It was something stemming from not being able to get her voice out as a child. Her mother did not like any back talk and oftentimes it was her way or the highway and no one was able to get a word out besides the adult in the room.

"I will say the one big thing your resume is missing is a story that sets you apart from everyone else. In my newsroom, I value integrity, accuracy, and impactful storytelling. We strive to dig deeper, unveil the truth, and shed light on important issues. I have high expectations for our reporters, and I believe you have what it takes to deliver exceptional work."

"I share those values, Ms. Carter. I'm passionate about uncovering stories that matter and giving a voice to those who need it. I'm ready to dive in and make a difference through my reporting," Maya said determined with a look of passion over her mug.

That's what I like to hear, Maya. We have some exciting opportunities coming up and one happens to be that flying man that saved the plane yesterday. I want you and your partner to be the ones to tackle the story."

"I'm thankful for the-" Maya was glossing over what she just heard until it had set in with what she said, "I'm sorry, partner?"

"Yes, is that gonna be a problem?" Jane asked, brows furrowing.

"No, no ma'am," Maya didn't want a partner. She felt like she didn't need a partner but if Jane Olsen felt like she needed a partner, then she was just gonna have to make due with that.

"Maya, meet your new partner, Rebecca Martinez," Jane said as she motioned at the door. And who just waltzed in, Rebecca Martinez, a 5'2 Latina Woman, embodying a captivating blend of grace, strength and charisma. Her appearance radiates warmth, reflecting her latin heritage and her vibrant personality.

With a sun-kissed complexion, Rebecca's skin carries a natural glow, evoking the richness of her Latin roots. Her features are beautifully defined, showcasing a harmous balance. Mysterious, expressive eyes, like gems of an emerald, drawing others in, revealing her depth of emotion and intelligence. They sparkle with a mixture of kindness and confidence, hitting at a keen sense of observation.

Rebecca's hair is lustrous and dark cascading in a short straight bob. It possesses a natural shine and frames her face with a touch of sultry allure. Whether worn loose or styled in an elegant updo, her hair served as a testament to her pride in her heritage and her innate sense of style.

Her facial features are soft yet striking with a slender, slightly arched brow that adds a touch of intrigue. A delicate, well proportioned nose that sits above her lips that carry a natural, alluring curve. Her smile, radiant, revealing a row of pearly white teeth that light up her face with joy and warmth.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca Martinez, you new partner. I've heard so much about you," Rebecca said, waltzing in with her pearly white showing in a wide smile as she held a hand out for a handshake. Maya shook her hand giving her a small smile.

"Well you two, go out there and get me answers on this flying man," Jane said, throwing down another photo of the flying man, this one more clear, showing him holding up the plane. Maya raised a brow as her eyes traced over seeing his arms and his build. Just from the picture, he looked like a Greek god chiseled out of stone.

Her gaze was cut off when Rebecca reached down, picking up the photo and looking at it with a small frown on her face. She shook her head and took a deep breath.

"Well what are you two still doing here, you got a story out there that's just flying around. Go get it!"

"Yes chief," Both ladies simultaneously said as they rushed out of the office to their desk. Maya looked forward at her desk seeing a brown box with various objects hanging out of it sitting on the top.

"Coffee?"

"Yeah, I'm down, let's go."

Rayne Household - 9:34 AM PDT

The front door of the house swung and open and Catherine stepped inside, face flushed with anger and frustration. She didn't want to yell at her son, Lucas, but in order to get her point across and get him to listen she had to do so even if it pained her to do so.

She tossed her purse onto the side table, her hand trembling with the weight of her recent outburst. Her husband, Jon, who had been waiting anxiously in the living room, looked up with concern etched on his face.

"Catherine, are you okay?" Jon asked, voice filled with worry.

Catherien let out a heavy sigh and sank onto the couch, her shoulder slumping. "I… I lost my temper, Jon. I yelled at Lucas. I told him that I was scared and I feel like I may have made him believe that I didn't believe in him. I told him he was chasing a foolish dream."

Jon's eyebrows furrowed a mix of concern and disagreement evident in his expression. He sat down next to his wife, placing a comforting hand on her knee.

"Catherine, I understand your concern but Lucas is an adult. And if he feels like being a hero or lending a hand to help or whatever you wanna call it, is something he wants to do. Let him do it. We can guide him, but we have to let him make his own choices. We have to believe that we taught him everything that he needed to know and that we raised a good kid."

Tears welled up in Catherine's eyes tightened, his voice filled with empathy. "I know Jon. I just… I'm scared for him. Heroes don't always get a good ending, you know this. I don't want to see him suffer,"

"Neither do I. I know you love him, Cathine. We both do. But we can't let our fear control his life. Lucas is strong, determined and passionate. We have to trust in his abilities and let him forge his own path."

Jon's grip on Catherine's knee tightened, his voice filled with empathy. "I know you love him, Catherine. We both do. But we can't let our fear control his life. Lucas is strong, determined, and passionate. We have to trust in his abilities and let him forge his own path."

Catherine wiped away a tear, her voice trembling with emotion. "But what if I'm wrong, Jon? What if I push him into something that he's not ready for or that ends up hurting him?"

Jon's eyes softened, his voice gentle yet resolute. "We can't protect him from every hardship, Catherine. Life is filled with risks, and we have to let him face them. What we can do is be there for him, support him, and help him pick up the pieces if things don't go as planned. We have to believe in our son."

Catherine's shoulders shook with a mixture of fear and vulnerability. She leaned into Jon's embrace, seeking solace in his words. "I want to believe, Jon. I want to have faith in Lucas, but it's so hard when I see the dangers he faces. I don't want to lose him."

Jon held Catherine tightly, his voice filled with love and understanding. "I don't want to lose him either, Catherine. But we have to trust that he's making the choices that resonate with his heart. We can't let our fears stifle his dreams. Let's apologize to Lucas, support him, and be there for him no matter what."

Catherine nodded, her resolve slowly building. "You're right, Jon. We owe it to Lucas to be there for him, to trust in his journey. We'll apologize and let him know that we believe in him, even if we're scared."

Jon smiled, a mixture of relief and determination on his face. "That's the spirit, Catherine. Together, we'll be the pillars of support that Lucas needs. We'll navigate this journey as a family, and I have no doubt that our love will guide us through."

With a newfound sense of unity, Jon and Catherine decided from that moment forward, they would help their son no matter how they felt about his new dream. United they wanted to show their son the unwavering support and belief in him. They vowed together to love him unconditionally, and to be the foundation upon which he could build his hero's journey.

Downtown - Sunstone City, CA - 11:52 AM PDT

The sound of cars honking and engines roaring passed through the city streets as a figure walked out of the shadows of an alleyway. His name was Voltar. Voltar cut an imposing figure, his physical appearance mirroring the electrifying power he wielded. He stood at a formidable height, possessing a muscular build that indicated the strength that lay within him. His presence alone commanded attention and instilled a sense of unease in those who dared to oppose him.

His hair was a shock of unruly tendrils that seemed to crackle with energy, reflecting the volatile nature of his powers. Strands of electric blue intermingled with dark, unkempt locks, creating an unsettling contrast. Occasionally, small sparks danced and flickered around his head, a constant reminder of the electric force that coursed through his veins.

Voltar's facial features were sharp and angular, giving him an almost predatory appearance. His piercing eyes, ablaze with a malevolent intensity, glowed with an otherworldly hue—a shade of electric blue that seemed to pulsate with power. They conveyed a sense of calculated cunning, an indication of the mind that schemed behind them.

His complexion was pale and almost ethereal, contrasting sharply against his dark hair and intense gaze. It lent an air of unnaturalness to his overall presence, as though he existed on a different plane, an embodiment of the dangerous forces he controlled.

Voltar's attire was designed to enhance his menacing aura. He donned a sleek, form-fitting suit that seemed to shimmer with a subtle energy, its material adapting to his movements. The suit itself was predominantly black, accentuating the crackling currents of electricity that surged across its surface.

Embedded within the fabric were intricate circuit-like patterns that glowed with an eerie luminosity, tracing the contours of his body. These patterns seemed to pulsate with energy, mirroring the electric symphony that danced within him.

Adornments of metallic accents could be seen throughout his attire, acting as conduits for his power. Wrist guards and gauntlets, engraved with arcane symbols, encased his hands, channeling and amplifying his electric abilities. These metallic elements served both as a visual representation of his control over electricity and as practical tools to focus his powers.

This being fired off a blast of lightning at a nearby car making the car explode upon impact. Citizens scurried along trying to find some cover while the cars in the streets that were able to had drove off in a hurry.

"I will bring this city down to its knees!" Voltar shouted a voice ringing out through the city.

"I don't know who you are but stand down!" Voltar heard, making him turn around to see Lucas standing behind him clad in all-black in a pair of cargo pants, combat boots and a black hoodie.

"The name's Voltar, you should remember it kid because it'll be the last one you hear before you die!" Voltar shouted before he fired off a blast of electricity directly for Lucas. Lucas used his abilities to quickly evade the attack and tried to rush into the fray getting into Voltar's grill. Voltar saw this coming and fired off a surge of electricity hitting Lucas, making him drop down to a knee grunting as the pain rushed through his body.

Lucas grunted before firing off a blast of energy from his eyes causing Voltar to hurtling back but he was able to roll through and land on his feet.

"Enough of this!" Voltar said frustrated as he looked around seeing some civilians making an evil smirk come across his mug. Seeing an innocent civilian, Voltar fired off a bolt of electricity aimed directly at the innocent bystander. Lucas's keen awareness picked up on the imminent danger, and without a moment's hesitation, he sprang into action.

Time seemed to slow as Lucas propelled himself toward the endangered civilian, his body acting as a shield. With a selfless determination, he interposed himself between the innocent bystander and Voltar's oncoming blast.

The blast erupted from Voltar's hands, a searing surge of energy hurtling towards them. Lucas braced himself, his muscles tensed, as the blast slammed into him with an explosive force. The impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through his body, but he remained resolute.

The civilian, startled and terrified, watched as Lucas absorbed the full brunt of the attack, sparing them from its devastating effects. They stumbled backward, dazed but unharmed, their eyes widening in awe and gratitude at Lucas's selfless act of heroism.

Voltar had taken this time to scurry off and retreat with a sinister grin etched on his mug. The villain's laughter echoed through the air, taunting the young vigilante with the bitter taste of temporary defeat.

Lucas, feeling the effects of the blast, struggled to rise to his feet. His body ached, he had felt pain but not quite like this. This was different. He wasn't just in pain physically but mentally and emotionally. This proved that his mom was right. He was in over his head.

With a grimace of pain, Lucas mustered the strength to approach the grateful civilian. He extended a hand, a small smile gracing his lips despite the pain of his failure.

"Are you alright?" he asked, voice filled with genuine concern.

The civilian, still in awe of the young man who had shielded him from harm, nodded weakless, voice quivering with gratitude.

"Thank you," he whispered, voice shocked with emotion, "you saved my life."

Lucas offered a reassuring gentle squeeze of their hand before turning his attention back to the city, his gaze scanning around seeing the look of civilians staring at him. While most of them looked at them in awe, he failed to stop Voltar. Lucas looked down at the ground before bolting off into the air.

From a distance, unbeknownst to Lucas, he was watched by Rebecca Martinez who looked on with a concerned frown. She knew something was wrong with him and she had to find out what was going on with him.

Rayne Household - 12:32 PM PDT

Rebecca Marinez, the bestfriend of Lucas Rayne, stood nervously outside of the Rayne Household. Her concern for him weighed heavily on her mind, prompting her to take immediate action. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, before raising her hand and giving the door a firm knock.

Not long after, the door swung open, revealing Lucas's mother, Catherine Rayne. Her face lit up with a warm smile upon seeing Rebecca, who returned the gesture with a mixture of relief and apprehension. It was evident that Catherine held Rebecca in a high regard.

"Rebecca, what a pleasant surprise," Catherine greeted her. "Is everything alright?"

Rebecca's voice quivered slightly as she responded, "I… I don't know if Lucas has something going on but I saw his last fight with that villain. I'm really worried about him. Can I come in? I think we need to talk."

The smile on Catherine's face faded as she peeked her shoulder as Jon walked into the room, a look of concern mirroring the eyes of his wife. Catherine opened the door wide and gestured for Rebbeac to step inside.

"Come on in, Rebecca. Let's go to the living room, where we can talk," Jon said.

Rebecca entered the familiar surroundings of Lucas' home, her footsteps hesitant yet determined. She followed Jon and Catherine to the cozy living room, where the air was filled with a mixture of familiarity and unease. The room was adorned with photos of the family and mementos , a testament to the love and care that shaped Lucas into the man he is today.

As they settled onto the couch, Rebecca took a moment to compose herself. She knew the importance of conveying her concerns accurately and respectfully. She turned to Mr and Mrs. Rayne, eyes reflecting deep worry.

"I don't know if you guys have seen the news but there was a threat earlier that Lucas' attempted to stop. But he failed. And in his eyes, I saw something. I saw doubt in his eyes. If he's going to continue to do this, doubt can't exist in his mind. Doubt is what can get him killed."

A flicker of worry passed through Catherine and Jon's eyes as Catherine absorbed the word of Rebecca. She knew she was the reason that he was feeling the way he did. Catherine turned towards Jon.

"We need him to know that we believe in him. I need him to know," Catherine said.

"We need to support him. If this is what he wants to do. We have to let him know that we're here for him."

"Do you still have that top floor on the clocktower?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Jon asked with a confused frown. Catherine turned back to Rebecca and offered her a warm smile.

"Rebecca, we're gonna need your help," Catherine said as a small smirk snaked its way onto Rebecca's face.

"Anything, I'm here to help," Rebecca said, offering her support.

Metropolis, DE - 5:22 PM EDT

Lucas stood atop the towering rooftop staring out at the city skyline of Metropolis. Thoughts of his recent battle with Voltar and the words of his mother weighed heavily on his mind. Doubt and fear creeping in, threatening to erode his confidence and determination.

Lost in his contemplation, Lucas didn't hear the figure approaching him despite his superhuman hearing.

"You seem troubled!"

Lucas heard, startling him as he turned around to find none than the Man of Steel standing behind him. The paper didn't do him justice by saying that he was the most powerful hero that the Earth had seen. Just standing by him, you could feel his power. Standing at 6 feet 3 inches with a physique impeccably sculpted, with broad shoulders, a strong chest, and a muscular build that speaks to his power. His chiseled facial featured defined by his strong jawline, square noble-looking face. Piercing blue eyes that radiated with kindness, intelligence and unwavering sense to bring hope into the world. Crowning his head is a thick mane of glossy, jet-black hair that falls in a neat, slight tousled style with his iconic S-curl accentuating his rugged yet refined appearance. His flawless complexion with sun-kissed, fair skin hinting at his Kryptonian heritage.

Clad in a form-fitting Kryptonian skinsuit that featured a chainmail like texture that clings to Superman's muscular physique. The primary color of the suit is a vibrant shade of royal blue, which represents his unwavering commitment to truth and justice. Adorning the chest is the famous House of El shield. It is a bold, stylized red and yellow symbol against the blue background (MoS Symbol). Superman's suit includes a red belt belt that circled around his waist breaking up the solid blue color and adding a pop of vibrant red to the ensemble. In the center of the belt was a yellow sigil matching the same one in his chest. Completing the ensemble is Superman's iconic red cape, draping down his broad shoulders, extending down just past his knees with his symbol in yellow.

"Superman!" Lucas exclaimed, his voice tinged with both surprise and admiration,"I… I didn't expect to see you here. I'm Lucas."

Superman smiled gently, his blue eyes filled with compassion.

"I was just flying around, scanning the city when I saw you. I noticed you're that same guy that stopped that plane from crashing in Sunstone. You seem troubled?"

Lucas nodded, doubts momentarily pushed aside just by the mere presence of a legendary hero like Superman.

"I've been struggling, I had a fight with a villain earlier. And I failed. My mother thinks that I'm in over my head, that I'm not ready. What if she's right? What if I;m not strong enough? What if I let everyone down?"

The Man of Steel walked towards Lucas and stood next to him, placing a reassuring hand on Lucas' shoulder.

"Fear of failure is a natural part of life, muchless being a hero, Lucas. We all experience it, regardless of our powers or abilities. But it's how we respond to that fear that defines us," Lucas met the gaze of Superman's eyes searching for answers.

"But what can I do Superman? How can I overcome this fear?"

Superman's voice carried with it a sense of unwavering conviction.

"Believe in yourself, Lucas. Believe in the strength that's within you. But more importantly allow yourself to accept the belief and support of those around you. Your mother is only doing her duties as a mother."

Lucas pondered Superman's words, the weight of their meaning sinking deep into his heart. He realized that he had been afraid of failing but that was part of the job. Just then Lucas heard a series of sirens making his brow furrow.

"I've got to run, trouble in the city. Remember, Lucas, failure is not the end. It's an opportunity for growth and learned. Embrace and let it fuel your journey to becoming the hero you aspire to be," Superman said as he started to float into the air as Lucas looked on, nodding his head.

"Oh and Lucas, you might wanna come up with a code name. I wouldn't go around telling everyone your name kinda defeats the purpose of a secret identity," Superman soared in the sky, leaving Lucas with a renewed sense of purpose and a heart filled with hope. Inspired by the guidance he received, Lucas prepared himself for the new challengers ahead.

His gaze was cut off when he felt his pocket vibrate. His brows furrowed as he reached into his pocket pulling out his phone to see a text from his father. He took a deep breath before he bolted off into the distance.

Sunstone City, CA - 5:25 PDT

Lucas rushed to address that his dad had texted him, seeing that it was the old abandoned clocktower on the corner of Sullivan and 3rd Street. He stood outside in an alleyway across the street with a frown on his face. He looked around and took a deep breath before waltzing towards the door. He tried pulling on the door handle but wasn't able to pull it, making him frown. He surveyed around until he saw a panel on the side of the door. He pressed his hand on the panel seeing it scan the biometric of his hand. But the door didn't click.

"What the hell?"

He surveyed around again seeing a trash can that was in the alley-way shifted to the right showcasing a steel gray door. Lucas peeked over his shoulder, surveying his surroundings to make sure no one saw him. He walked to the door and watched it peel open before stepping inside. Lucas looked on, watching as the doors closed before the elevator shot up to the top floor.

When the doors peeled open, Lucas was in shock as he stepped out of the elevator into a vast, dimly lit chamber. Sunlight filters through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues of red, blue and gold across the room.

At the heart of the hideout stands a towering console. Sleek and futuristic, it houses an array of holographic displays, each projecting critical information and tactical data. Expansive workstations line the perimeter of the chamber, equipped with cutting-edge technology, advanced forensic equipment, and a multitude of screens displaying live feeds from various cameras of the city.

A sophicasting training area occupies one corner of the hideout. The room, outfitted with state-of-the-art combat simulators, obstacle course and sparring dummies. Weapons racks hold an assortment of high-tech gadgets and customized gear, each meticulously organized and ready for action.

A meditative space, providing solace for any inside the hideout. Soft lighting, comfortable seating and lush greenery creating an atmosphere of peace and reflection. Here, they can find respire from the chaos of their futures, regaining focus and clarity before stepping back into the fray.

Tucked away in a secure chamber, a hidden armory houses an impressive collection of specialized weaponry, tools and a black glossy mannequin in a circular chamber which he was guessing was supposed to don a suit. Each item meticulously maintained and ready for deployment when needed.

"Welcome to your Solar Sanctum!" his mother said walking into view with his father standing next to her both looking on with a smile. Lucas looked around with a smirk on his face.

"How did you-? Why-? What-" Lucas found himself lost for words making his mother laugh as she walked towards him, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Your father bought this when we were younger, his plan was to develop it to be his own private lab for his company RayneTech but it never worked out. So we dipped into our retirement fund and built you a hideout," she said as his brows furrowed. She walked around to him putting a gentle hand on his face.

"Consider this as my way of apologizing. Your father brought it to my attention. That fire, that desire, that urge to help people and inspire people it's been inside you the whole time. Since the moment you were born the only thing you've wanted to do was brighten the world. We taught you to be brave, to be selfless, to help others when they're down. And I realize now that I was only trying to hold you back from everything that we taught you. But I see now, I see your determination, your unwavering spirit. This isn't just a dream for you, it's something deeper. It's your destiny, Lucas," she said as a few tears started to well up in his eyes.

"Be their hero, Lucas. Be their monument. Be their angel. Brighten the world. Be their light," she said as he quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and wrapped his arms around his mother in a tight embrace as she did the same. After a few seconds, the two pulled apart, both looking at each other with a smile. Lucas looked up at his father and motioned

"Get over here old man," Lucas said, making Jon chuckle as Jon walked towards his wife and son, engulfing them in a big group hug. The family stood there hugging for a few seconds before they all pulled apart with smiles on their faces.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Lucas Samuel Rayne in the flesh," Lucas heard a familiar voice say making his eyes light up. He bolted over to her and engulfed her in a hug lifting her as Rebecca laughed at his display of excitement.

"It's been too long! I missed you!" Lucas said with a small smile as he put her down.

"I missed you too! It's been ages since we last hung out. When this thing is over, we gotta hang out. I hear Major Max is pretty good," Rebecca said, making Lucas look at her with a smirk.

Just before Lucas was about to say something the sound of an alert going off making all of them turn their heads.

"Danger detected. Code Red. Priority Alert."

The voice of the computer rang out as Lucas, Rebecca, Catherine and Jon all exchanged concerned glances, their sense heightened.

"You've got an alert. Must be the meta from earlier," Rebecca said moving swiftly over to the holographic display She taps a few buttons, revealing a map of the city with a blinking red indicator.

"What's the emergency?" Lucas asked.

"It's him, he's at the ATLAS Labs Headquarters," Rebecca said before turning to Lucas, "And last time you fought him, I noticed something. He prefers a long-ranged attack scheme than a hand-to-hand. If you can shorten the distance and keep going at him hand-to-hand you can beat him."

"Are you ready son?" Jon asked, putting a hand on Lucas' shoulder. Lucas turned to his father and simply nodded.

"Last time he and I fought, I was distracted. I'm ready for him now, I'm not alone."

"No, you are not. And last time, you didn't look the part. But this time, you will," Catherine said, handing Lucas a black box. Lucas opened the box taking a look inside as a small smile snaked its way onto his face. He spun around creating what looked like a black and gold vortex. When he stopped spinning he stood clad in a black and gold remarkable short-sleeved suit that showcased his powerful physique and his connection to the sun.

The black and gold coloring of the suit represented power and radiance. The short-sleeve style of the suit cut-off right before the bicep allowing his muscles to be free and agile. The chest piece served a focal point, prominently featuring a golden sun emblem at its center. Lines radiating from the emblem, elegant outlining the padding of the shoulders just before the bicep area.

To ensure dexterity and precision, he wore black fingerless tactical gloves, matching the suit's color scheme. These gloves extended only a short distance from the edge of his hands, allowing his fingers to remain free for precise actions and maneuver.

The black bottoms of the suit were sleek and slim-fitting, accentuating his athletic build. Golden lining originating from the black utility-style belt, providing a sublet yet eye-catching detail. The belt itself featured a prominent golden sun emblem much like the one proudly in the center of his chest. His adventure-style boots, exuding a sleek and modern aesthetic. Along the sides of the boots, golden straps adding a touch of flair and reinforce the harmonious black and golden theme of the suit.

"Wow, this is insane," He said, scanning his body.

"I designed this for you a few years back. It didn't seem useful until now. Your suit is composed of a super light-weight, nanotechnology with technology that will allow you to absorb and store solar energy at ten-times the rate your normally would. Essentially whenever you're wearing this, you can almost never run out of energy. Press down on that symbol once," Catherine instructed as Lucas looked on with a frown before doing so.

He pressed on the symbol watching as sleeves shot off from the shoulders of his suit.

"Press down on the symbol twice to activate the winter suit," She said as everyone looked on in astonishment for the technological genius she displayed in the creation of the suit. Lucas pressed down on the sun symbol in his chest twice. The suit still donning long sleeves transitioned from a black and gold coloring to a white and gold with insulation in the sleeves.

"Okay, Press down on the symbol three times to activate the stealth mode," Lucas listened to his mother again and pressed the symbol three-times. The suit still donning long sleeves turned into a black and silver color variation.

"Now you can just press that symbol one more time and your suit will go back to normal," Lucas pressed the symbol once more, making his suit return to its short-sleeve state.

"Equipped with state-of-the-art telemetric sensors and a communicator as well as a holographic map that updates based on your location. And that's all from me, I'll let you figure out the rest as you go," Catherine said as the smile grew even wider on Lucas' face.

"I must say, I am impressed," Jon said, walking towards his wife and putting an arm around her.

"If my son is gonna be a hero, he's gonna be the best prepared hero," Catherine said as Jon chuckled before leaning down giving her a peck on the forehead. Lucas gave them a nod right before turning to Rebecca giving her the same nod.

"Go, save them all!" Jon said before Lucas turned bolted upstairs going to the designed flight deck. He looked up at the roof of the clock, watching as it opened up allowing a ray of sunlight to peek through. A sense of anticipation filled the air as he prepared for his first official flight as the Guardian he hoped to be, ready to embrace the full extent of his abilities. With a determined gaze, he took a deep breath, feeling the gravity bend to his will.

He bolted up into the sky launching himself. As he ascended, the wind rushed past him, wind whipping through his hair. His heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. The world below grew smaller and smaller with each passing moment and a feeling of weightlessness enveloped him.

Higher and higher he soared, breaking through the clouds into the boundless expanse of the atmosphere. Rays of sunlight bathed his skin, infusing him with energy and strength. Lucas' eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the Earth from a view he had never experienced before.

Feeling the pull of the cosmos, Lucas expanded his arms and embraced the vastness of space. Stars twinkled in the distance, illuminating the darkness of the space that surrounded him. He tilted his head back, letting the warmth of the yellow sun wash over him.

He closed his eyes taking a deep breath before accelerating, hurtling back towards the planet with incredible speed, reentering the atmosphere.

Sunstone City, CA - 6:00 PM PDT

Screams of terror echoed from the streets as the citizens looked up, faces etched with fear and disbelief. Panic swept through the crowd, their safety hanging in the balance. But just as hope seemed lost, a streak of golden light cut through the air.

Lucas, clad in his new black and gold suit, soared across the skyline with unwavering determination. His eyes focused on the plummeting ATLAS globe, mind calculating the trajectory and timing with precision. He knew that his moment to act was coming close.

With a burst of speed, Lucas accelerated towards the sphere. The wind roared in his ears as he closed the distance, heart pumping with adrenaline. The citizens bellowed watched in awe as hope started to take shape.

From a distance, the vivacious blasian reporter, Maya Johnson watched in amazement.

As the metal globe threatened to collide with bustling streets of Sunstone City, Lucas extended his arms, his body positioned to intercept the impending disaster. Every muscle in his body tense as he braced for impact, his unwavering resolve the only thing driving him forward.

At the last possible moment, his hands closed around the metallic surface, his grips firm and unyielding. The force of impact sent shockwaves through his body, but he held on, refusing to let go. The citizens' below erupted in cheers of relief and gratitude.

Straining against the initial weight of the globe. His strength adapted to the weight as he used strength to slow its descent. He brought it to a gradual stop, holding it high above the ground, shielding the people from its possible destruction. The streets fell into a hushed silence, air heavy with awe and admiration.

Lucas lowered the metal globe safety to the ground. He looked up, eyes locking on to the villain that attacked him earlier.

"I'm gonna give you one chance to stand down Voltar. I can take you in without breaking you," Lucas said with a frown.

"You couldn't beat me earlier blondie, you definitely can't now," He said with words stinging Lucas' pride. The air crackled with electricity as they both locked eyes, both aware of their impending clash.

Voltar smirked, his energy pulsating around as he prepared to unleash an electric barrage of attacks. Bolt of lightning went across his body, casting an eerie glow on his face. Lucas tightened his fist, his determination shining through his piercing gaze.

Without hesitation, Voltar unleashed a barrage of electric electric projectiles, crackling bolts of energy hurtling towards Lucas. With lightning fast reflexes, Lucas evaded the onslaught, his agility allowing him to weave through the deadly assault and bolt towards Voltar, closing the distance between the two.

Lucas retaliated with a swift series of left and right. Each strike imbued with his own strength, delivered with precision and intent. But Voltar, fueled by the raw power of electricity, absorbed the blows, his body crackling with renewed energy.

Citizens from a distance watched as this battle intensified.

Voltar summoned a swirling vortex of electrical energy, attempting to trap Lucas within its deadly grip. Lucas chest heaving with each breath he took. He raised his finger up to his earpiece speaking into it.

"Uh, guys we might have a slight problem. He's made some electrical vortex. I don't know how to stop it," Lucas said, speaking to his team back at base.

"What direction is it going in Luke?" Rebecca asked as he looked eyes squinting as he used a combination of his speed and super vision, slowing down the lightning fast vortex of electricity. He watched as it went to the right.

"It looks clockwise."

"Okay fly around it counter clockwise," Lucas heard, making him take a deep breath before he closed his eyes, calling upon his strength as he rose up floating slightly above the ground and flew towards the vortex. Flying around the vortex, Lucas went for a counter-clockwise motion unweaving the electrical webs of the vortex.

With a surge of determination, Lucas surged forwards, fist ablaze. He weaved through Voltar's attacks, evading the crackling bolts that threatened to strike him. And seizing a moment of opportunity, Lucas delivered a devastating blow, a concentrated beam of golden energy originating from his eyes striking Voltar with resounding impact.

The villain staggered, momentarily caught off guard by the intensity of the beams. Sensing an advantage, Lucas pressed on, relentless in his pursuit of justice. He engaged Voltar in close-quarters combat, their movements becoming a blur of energy and power.

Voltar tried desperately to fight back, unleashing bolts of electricity that whipped through the air, seeking to immoblize Lucas. But Lucas fueled by his unwavering resolve, pushed through the pain and broke free, retailing with a series of lightning-fast strikes. Each blow carried the weight of a thousand suns.

The battle was nearing its climax as Lucas summoned what he hoped to be his final attack. He closed his eyes letting the golden energy build up behind his eyelids. When he opened them he unleashed a surge of energy so powerful it crackled with luminosity. He unleashed it upon Voltar, the force overwhelming his defenses as he tried to put his hands up and form an electric shield but it didn't work. The shockwave of power sent Voltar hurtling backward, his form dissipating into fading sparks as he crashed into the ground making a crater where he laid.

As the dust settled, Lucas stood amidst the aftermath, his breath heavy but victorious. A small smile sneaked its way onto his face as he looked around seeing citizens who had watched the fight from afar. His eyes scanned around meeting the grateful gazes of the citizens he had saved. Their applause and heartfe;t expressions of thanks filled him with a sense of purpose and fulfillment.

Lucas knew that the fight against evil would continue, that new challenges would arise everyday. But he stood ready, a beacon of hope, knowing that he possessed the strength and desire to protect the innocent and bring justice to those who sought to wreak chaos.

His gaze locked upon Maya Johnson. Seeing the twinkle in her eyes as his golden amber-orbs stared right back into hers. A smirk snaked its way onto her face matching his. He looked away from her, eyes glued to the ground below him before he bolted off to the sky like a missile with everyone watching as their new champion flew off.

A/N: Okay so one thing I can definitely say that I missed was time zones. I don't have a lot of practice using them but for this fic I wanted to try to start using them. Also I noticed that in the comics, Metropolis is in New York but I wanted to shy away from that more so going for something that ties in elements of the DCEU and other various parts of DC Lore. Stay tuned I still got some big stuff ahead.