(A warehouse)

A young man was working out. Lifting weights, doing laps around a huge room, working on the heavy bag and speed bag, and going through katas. All the while, in his ears, were voices calling him weak, that he'll never amount to anything. That he should die, he shouldn't have even tried, he got mad but it was what pushed him to go as far as he can.

He was pulling himself up, sweat was running down in rivulets. In his mind's eye, he was beating all of his naysayers. Then he dropped to the floor to rest, he was breathing hard. He had blonde hair, and blue eyes, had the build of a professional quarterback, and was dressed in a white T-shirt, black compression shorts, socks, and trainers. He slowly rose and went to get cleaned up. Then he changed into a tank top, cargo pants, work boots, and an iron worker's apron.

He went to a workbench and started to repair some armor. It was black and gold, and thick like tank armor. He had repaired it, then he pressed a button on his watch and the armor went over to him to suit him up. It was eight feet tall, with a Gatling gun on the left shoulder, and wrist-mounted guns. He had rocket boots and rockets on his back. It can go into space and had armor-piercing bullets.

It can go underwater, go through other dimensions, go through the speed force, and fight in Hellish dimensions. But outside of the armor, the man in the armor, can lift over 30 tons, run at Olympic speeds, is very agile, can swim at Olympic levels, has an IQ of 260, and has an amazing healing factor to the point of coming back from a drop of blood, (yes, I'm 'Gary Stu-ing' him) is a second-degree black belt in the martial arts.

Is one of the best-dressed men in America, and is a multi-billionaire with his company in the top 5 companies in the world. He holds one half of the 'Anti-life equation', making him functionally immortal, but he can be killed. But, he'll never 'die'. He has copied and uploaded his consciousness into a computer as an A.I.

[Sir?] Said an A.I.

"Yeah JARVIS?" He said.

[It's almost time for your 1 O'clock.]

"Okay, let me get cleaned up." So he went back to get cleaned up and dressed.

(Downtown Metropolis)

A car drove to a huge skyscraper and went to the garage. The man got out and went to the top office, "hello Mr. Arc." Said his secretary.

"Hello Janice," he said as he walked into his office. It was huge and spacious, his desk was huge, made of black oak, and had the state of the line desktop computer on it. "Janice, is my 1 here?"

[Yes sir. Shall I send her in?]

"Would you be so kind?" So in stepped a beautiful blonde, dressed in a blue and gray dress suit, stockings, and pumps. She was a statuesque 5 foot 8 and looked like she commanded all eyes on her. "Whoa," he caught himself staring at her. She smirked, "Uh… Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." She said.

"The staring or the apologies?"

"Yes, Karen Starr. Starrware Industries," she held her hand out to shake his. He was keeping his eyes on hers and was smitten.

"I have never seen such a beautiful woman before in my life. I bet I'm just another notch." She chuckled.

"I'm not that cruel. You are?"

"Oh sorry, Jaune Arc. Arc Tech and Biolabs." They shook hands and sat down. They talked about a partnership and set things up. Then he got bold, "Would you like to go out sometime?" She stared at him. Like I said, 'he got bold.'

"Sure," she smiled.

"Well, I tried." He said, but then it hit him. What did she say?

"You were bold enough to ask. So yeah I'll go out with you. How's about tonight?"

She said 'yes', "y-yeah. S-sure." He stammered, and she giggled, Even That Was Cute!

"Great," she smiled. "See you at 8?" He nodded and gave her his address. She thanked him and left after she left. Jaune started to freak out.

"OH MY GOD, I'M GOING OUT WITH KAREN STARR!" He said, his secretary came running in.

"Jaune, what's wrong?"

"I'm going out with Karen Starr."

"You're… you're what?"

"Yeah," then he looked at her with pleading eyes. "I need help." She grinned.

"Leave it to me!" She grabbed him and took him to a hairstylist. He got cleaned up, got a facial, and deep tissue massage, then they went to get him some clothes.

(Arc manor)

Jaune was dressed cleanly and nicely. He was very handsome looking. 'It's going to be a nice date.' He thought.