Chapter 1: Origins Pt 1
Arc 1: Heroes Rise
I don't own DC Comics or its characters or its cities. The only thing I own are my OCs
Hero. A word that has so many meanings. A word that can represent different things to different people, depending on what they believed a hero to be. And just like the world had changed, the meaning of hero had changed. Now, the meaning had shifted. Anyone with extraordinary abilities or just a mere mortal with enough heart and soul to stand up to forces that threaten themselves or others was considered a hero. Heroes like Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, etc, etc. were the current incarnation of heroes. Whenever someone pictured a hero they thought of the "Man of Steel" or the "Caped Crusader" or the "Divine Warrior". Nowadays, a man who could run, jump and shoot or throw a ball was considered absolute. Times were changing. But with the times changing, there was a question on everyone's mind: Where does that leave a normal man?
There were Aliens, Metahumans, Divine Warriors with extraordinary abilities living amongst the normal man. The man who could succumb to illness, injury and ultimately to death. These normal men weren't bulletproof. They couldn't stop trains with their bare hands. They weren't faster than a speeding bullet. They weren't more powerful than a locomotive. They couldn't leap tall buildings in a single bound. They were normal. In a sense, they were weak. Driven by their emotions. Driven by fear. Driven by anger. Driven by greed. These emotions lead to some of the greatest advancements in human history. And none of them even equaled an ounce of the power that the heroes provided. Simply put, look at Superman. The "Man of Steel" gave the humans more hope than they ever could've imagined and he had more power in just his fingertips than anyone else. One bad day, one bad moment and it could drive him to the point where he'd be angry enough to destroy the world with his bare hands.
Superman was the answer. The answer to the question that everyone had asked over and over. Are we the only life in the universe? And Superman the emphatic no to that question. But with Superman being the hero that he was. Superman having the powers that he did brought forward great, great threats. Threats that a simple gun or a missile could not solve. Threats that were far more intelligent than the brightest minds on the planet, threats that were stronger than our weapons, threats that if heroes weren't a problem, they would simply destroy everything that the humans have ever worked for.
Moral of the story: We are not alone…. And we are minute in comparison….
Midway City, Michigan
Midway City. One of the most populous cities in the state of Michigan.
The city had several sports teams that were known to be clutch during the regular season but in the playoffs falling short. The city was home to the Midway City Chiefs (Baseball), Midway Cardinals (Football), Midway Sprints (Basketball), and Midway Wolverines (Hockey). The city had its own media outlet known as The Graphic. The MCPD was led by the joint efforts of Stewart Frazier, MCPD Captain, and George Emmett, MCPD Police Commissioner.
Since 2016, the city has been one of the cities with the most crime putting it up there with Gotham City. But the difference between Gotham and Midway, Gotham has Batman, and Midway had heroes. The keyword in that sentence: is had. Meaning past tense. Meaning they no longer had him anymore. When the city had its heroes, Crime was down. Criminals back then were worried about a hero coming to whip their ass but now they weren't. They were free to do whatever the hell they wanted to do. And they did.
It was time for a change and sooner or later, someone was going to change that. It was just a matter of who and when.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
As the alarm rang out, the room remained filled with a faint eerie glow of early morning light seeping through the window of the industrial brick loft that was a haven amidst the chaos of Midway City. Tucked away in a refurbished warehouse in the heart of the bustling metropolis, just a few miles away from Midway-U.
The spacious loft boasted exposed brick walls that exuded a sense of rugged charm, adorned with an eclectic mix of posters that spoke volumes about the tastes and interests of the young man who lived here. Vintage movie posters from classics like Casablanca and Rebel Without a Cause shared space with indie rock band posters featuring the likes of The Strokes and Arctic Monkeys, creating a vibrant tapestry of nostalgia and contemporary cool.
A threadbare Persian rug covered the polished concrete floor, adding a touch of warmth to the industrial setting. A mishmash of furniture filled the loft—a well-worn leather sofa with mismatched throw pillows, a weathered coffee table stacked with dog-eared books and a laptop littered with digital sketches, and a beanbag chair that had seen better days.
In one corner, a small record player spun vinyl records of Bob Dylan and David Bowie, filling the air with a melodic hum. An assortment of scuffed vintage suitcases doubled as storage units, housing several clothes and outfits for the man who lived here.
As the alarm blared, casting a sharp contrast to the serene ambiance of the loft, the sound of a groan could be heard as a toned, somewhat muscular arm extended out from the covers, navigating the cluttered bedside table to silence the alarm. The room was slowly enveloped in a serene calmness, the only movement the gentle rise and fall of the figure's chest as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath and sat up, swinging his legs off to the side of the bed.
Rubbing his eyes, sat up on the edge of the bed, the dark hues of his surroundings blending with the pale morning light filtering in. His cold, steely blue eyes shifted over to the clock on his bedside table seeing it was 7:06 AM.
"Shit!" he cursed as his heart nearly skipped a beat. He was running, well behind schedule. His first class of the day started at 8 AM and it would take him nearly 20 minutes to drive from his apartment to Midway U but with his motorcycle and the way he rode it, it could possibly only take him 10 minutes he needed to leave soon to make sure he had enough time.
He dashed to the bathroom, the tiled floor cool beneath his bare feet. He turned on the lights and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste to brush his pearly whites. He looked up in the mirror, eyes scanning over his reflection. His skin is like sun-kissed wheat fields with a slight tan in its complexion. His face, sharp and structured, with angular planes that gave it a statuesque squareness. A sprinkling of stubble shadowed his strong, angular jawline. Sitting above piercing eyes were a pair of straight chestnut eyebrows, the color of rich soil. He looked down, eyes tracing along his lean, toned body. His smooth stomach bore not an ounce of excess, honed through discipline rather than vanity. Abdominal imprints guided the eye to the V-shape of his tapered waist and hips, balanced and agile. Defined quadriceps and hamstrings adorned his long limbs.
He looked on with a smirk before he started to get started with his tasks before the day started.
The young man emerged from the staircase of his loft clad in a gray henley sweater layered over a white shirt, paired with black slim-fitting jeans and sturdy black boots, his backpack securely on his back filled with notebooks and books for his college days. In his hand, he had his biker helmet in his grasp, clutching it tightly.
Glancing down at his silver watch with a black leather strap, he noted with a tinge of anxiety that he only had about fifteen minutes to make it to class. Quickly donning the helmet, he dashed over to his sleek black Ninja 650 motorcycle, a machine that embodied speed and precision. It was something he had worked his off for, saving money from various side hustles and his freelance gigs to buy.
Inserting the key into the ignition, he twisted it decisively, the engine responding with a loud, powerful roar that reverberated through the early morning stillness. The vibrations beneath him were a familiar comfort, a reminder of the freedom and exhilaration that riding brought him.
He grasped the handlebars tightly, a surge of impatience and urgency compelling him to action. With a swift kick of his peg and a sharp twist of his wrist, the motorcycle roared to life beneath him, propelling him forward with a burst of speed that bordered on recklessness.
Emerging from the dim confines of the parking garage, he merged into the bustling flow of city traffic without a moment's hesitation, his actions more instinctual than deliberate. In his haste, he cut off a large truck, the blaring horn a sharp reminder of the chaos he had incited. The speedometer needle crept past the legal limit of 40, his own velocity easily exceeding 70 as he weaved through lanes with audacious determination.
Safety took a backseat to the urgent need to reach his destination, the looming specter of tardiness driving him to push the boundaries of caution. Approaching a four-way intersection, he spotted the yellow light signaling an impending change to red—a warning that most would heed. But for him, stopping was out of the question.
Engaging the clutch with practiced precision, he shifted gears seamlessly, the engine responding eagerly to his command as he accelerated even further. As the light transitioned to red, he made a split-second decision, darting through the intersection with a brazen disregard for the rules of the road, a mischievous grin hidden beneath his helmet.
However, his momentary triumph was short-lived. The shrill sound of sirens shattered the fleeting sense of victory, a chilling reminder of the consequences that awaited his reckless actions. Glancing over his shoulder, dread clenched at his gut as he beheld the ominous sight of a black Dodge Challenger emblazoned with the stark word 'Police' in white letters—a harbinger of accountability and impending repercussions.
"Shit!" he muttered under his breath as he noticed the cop drawing nearer. Acting quickly, he reached out to a button on his handlebars, triggering a small black cover to slide over his license plate in a desperate attempt to evade the pursuing officer.
In a flurry of adrenaline-fueled maneuvers, he darted between lanes, hoping to shake off the cop behind him. However, it seemed like the cop was one step ahead, accelerating as cars obediently made way for the law enforcement vehicle.
Scanning his surroundings frantically, his gaze landed on a narrow alleyway. Without a second thought, he accelerated towards it, the cop hot on his tail. With a sharp turn that made his tires screech in protest, he navigated the alley, the cop following suit but meeting an obstacle in the form of a parked car, causing a momentary delay.
Emerging from the alley onto the street once more, he merged back into the chaotic flow of traffic, his heart pounding in his chest. Engaging the clutch, he gunned the engine, pushing his bike to its limits as he raced away, the wind whipping past him as he focused on putting as much distance as possible between himself and the law enforcement hot on his trail.
Entering the campus grounds with a smooth glide, he braked sharply, the distinctive sound of screeching tires drawing attention as he expertly maneuvered his bike onto the sidewalk. Setting the kickstand down, he leaned his motorcycle to the side with practiced ease, a casual display of his familiarity with the machine.
Pausing for a moment, he glanced down at his watch, noting the generous ten-minute buffer before his class began. With a deep breath, he removed his helmet, running a hand through his chestnut brown tousled hair, the cool rush of air a welcome contrast to the adrenaline-fueled ride that had brought him to this moment.
"Cole Graves, in the flash making a surprise appearance at school," Cole heard, making him turn around to see his best friend since he was 10 years old. Cole and Caleb met when Cole was getting his ass-kicked by a man who had been a thorn in his side since day one, Trent Williams who is now the star Quarterback for Midway-U. Caleb jumped in and stopped Trent from kicking Cole's ass and instead took the ass-kicking himself. Since then they had been inseparable and hell they even lived together for 2 years when Caleb's people temporarily adopted Cole.
Caleb stood just an inch shorter than Cole at 5'11. Caleb possessed a swimmer's build, his physique defined by sleek muscles that hinted at both strength and agility. His frame exuded a sense of athleticism, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, accentuating his lean and toned form. His hair, a cascade of straight sandy blond locks, fell effortlessly around his face, with side-swept bangs adding a touch of boyish charm to his appearance. The sun seemed to have woven strands of gold into his hair, giving it a natural radiance that complemented his sun-kissed complexion. Bright hazel eyes, reminiscent of sunlit forests, sparkled with warmth and curiosity, reflecting a depth of character beneath their vibrant hue. Caleb's facial features were soft yet defined, with a hint of ruggedness that added to his charm. A warm smile often played on his lips, inviting others into his world with its genuine warmth and sincerity. Eyes held behind a pair of black thin-framed glasses.
Cole rolled his eyes in response as he turned his head towards Caleb who ran towards him and stood by his side. For the past few days, he hadn't been to class because he had some things to take care of, a few jobs to take care of, and some money to get to make sure his rent was paid.
"Yeah, I just had to take care of some stuff. But I'm back now."
"That's good to hear. I need my wingman for tonight's party," Caleb said as Cole looked at him with a puzzled frown.
"Party?"
"Yeah, there's a party at the lake tonight. I was hoping we could swing by and get some girls," Caleb said as Cole rolled his eyes as the two continued on their way to class.
"Caleb, you have a girlfriend and I'm not going to have Alyssa be angry with me for helping you pick up girls at a party," Cole retorted with a playful grin, shaking his head at Caleb's perpetual pursuit of adventure.
Caleb laughed, his easygoing demeanor infectious as they strolled toward their first class of the day. The sun cast a warm glow over the campus, students milling about with a sense of purpose amidst the academic bustle.
The two guys reached the wide double doors that opened into the expansive college auditorium where their class was held. Stepping inside, they scanned the room, their eyes eventually falling on a couple of empty seats in the middle row.
As they made their way towards their chosen spots, Cole couldn't help but notice a girl a couple of rows ahead. At that moment, she seemed to stand out amidst the sea of faces, capturing his attention in a way that made the rest of the room fade into the background. Nicole, a woman whom Cole had a crush on since he first laid eyes on her freshman year of high school.
Nicole had piercing cold blue eyes framed by thick dark lashes, Nicole had a gaze that stopped most men in their tracks. Her almond-shaped eyes were windows to a keen, thoughtful soul that saw far more than her alluring exterior hinted. Cascading raven black colored locks fell in soft waves to her shapely waist, the strands so fine yet plentiful it seemed a sin to cover them. Their richness matched a sun-kissed complexion with peaches and cream undertones. Full eyebrows arched delicately above her eyes, accentuating their drama. Her button nose and heart-shaped face held a radiance evoking Renaissance muses. Pouty lips naturally demanded a second glance, their cupid's bow a work of art itself. A slim yet curvy figure made even baggy shirts seem poured on. Hips flared out from a narrow ribcage to support long, leanly muscled legs that never seemed to end. Everything about her form conveyed sensuality through subtle grace rather than brazenness.
One could easily get lost for hours exploring the subtleties of her sculpted abdomen and dancer's legs accentuated by form-fitting attire. Yet it was her playful smile and quick wit that proved her most dangerously bewitching attributes, for they hint at secret depths within her complex psyche.
Her cold blue eyes met his glacier-blue orbs, making a small grin appear on her face as she waved at him.
"Dude you're staring," Caleb said as he nudged his elbow into Cole's side getting his attention as he tried to hide the blush on his face.
Caught off guard by Caleb's remark, Cole felt a flush of embarrassment rise to his cheeks as he tore his gaze away from the girl with the captivating blue eyes.
"Man, I wasn't staring," Cole protested, attempting to play it cool despite the telltale warmth spreading across his face.
Caleb chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sure, sure. I've seen that look before, man. You're totally smitten."
Cole rolled his eyes, a mixture of amusement and chagrin evident in his expression. "Okay, maybe just a little."
The two didn't really know each other but would occasionally make glances at one another. Although he couldn't say to her what he really wanted to say due to her having a boyfriend. Trent Williams, the star quarterback for the University's football team, was her boyfriend and they had been together for a few months.
And tensions were already high between Trent and Cole. Trent was the main one who bullied Cole and Caleb during their years of coming up. But since Cole had his growth spurt, Trent had backed off but the relationship between the two had gotten super sour since then. Cole was waiting for his opportunity to kick Trent's ass and return the favor.
Life had been anything but easy for Cole growing up. Since he was a young boy, his mother would work double shifts at Midway General just to make sure they had enough to keep the lights on and to have food on the table. His father was nowhere to be found, a junkie with an addiction with no desire to raise his child. This left Cole without a parent at times. And when she passed away when he was 12, his world was flipped upside down. He ran away choosing to rather live on the street than in foster care. Lived with Caleb for a few months but ultimately ended up getting himself emancipated and living on his own, working side gigs and side hustles just to make enough to live. Luckily someone took mercy on him, Mr. Kaye, the man who owned the loft that he lived in allowed Cole to live there with a reduced rate of rent.
To put it lightly, Cole had been on his own for a while and he liked it that way. It gave him less to worry about. He had a checkered past and he was determined to have a decent and bright future. And step one to achieve that was to graduate with a degree. Degree in what? He didn't know but he was going to get one to ensure that he could live a better life than the one he did coming up.
That was the dream but first he needed to get through the now to get to the then. And this class was a step in the process.
"Good morning class," the professor's voice boomed through the auditorium, drawing everyone's attention as the lecture began. Cole tried to focus on the lesson, but his mind kept drifting back to Nicole, the girl with the blue eyes and the playful smile.
The Professor, Dr. Ferrara set his eyes upon Cole, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, Mr. Graves, glad you could join us today and grace us with your presence," the professor remarked with a touch of sarcasm.
Cole raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, you know, can't let the class miss out on all this charm," he quipped, earning a few chuckles from his classmates. Nicole turned to look back at him with a playful glint in her eyes.
The professor's expression turned stern. "Well Mr. Graves, hope you can bring that charm with you, after class when we talk," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument.
Cole's smirk faltered slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features as he nodded in acknowledgment while several other students chuckled in response including Caleb who Cole turned to glare at.
Class had gone by and Cole stayed seated in his seat as everyone exited the class. A look of irritation stretched across his features as he waited for the last student to leave. Dr. Ferrara, with a stack of papers in hand, approached Cole, his expression unreadable.
"Mr. Graves," the professor began, his tone serious as he motioned for Cole to follow him to the front of the lecture hall.
Cole rose from his seat, his mind racing with thoughts about what this meeting could entail. As he stood before Dr. Ferrara, the professor fixed him with a penetrating gaze.
"Mr. Graves," Dr. Ferrara started, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "I've noticed a pattern in your recent assignments. Your work, while technically proficient, lacks the depth and dedication I expect from a student of your caliber. And your absence in my course has caught my attention."
Cole's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a mix of surprise and defensiveness flickering across his features. Honestly, he had been half-assing his assignments for the past few weeks and while he just thought he could get away and no one would notice, it was clear that Dr. Ferrara had noticed.
"I understand, Dr. Ferrara," Cole responded, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I've been preoccupied lately, but I realize that's not an excuse for my lack of focus in your class."
Dr. Ferrara regarded Cole with a measured gaze, his expression a blend of sternness and understanding. "You have a lot of potential, Mr. Graves. I've seen glimpses of it in your earlier work. But potential alone won't carry you through. You need to channel your abilities with purpose and dedication."
"I understand, I'll focus and I won't let you down," Cole nodded.
"Good, I expect greatness from you, Mr. Graves. Do not disappoint me," Dr. Ferrara said as he walked off leaving Cole standing there in the hallway.
Ding!
The sound of an elevator door opening with a ding rang out as the sleek metal doors slid apart, revealing the towering figure of Adrian Nova, the billionaire CEO of NOVA Labs. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that exuded power and sophistication, Vincent stepped out with an air of confidence that commanded attention.
His piercing steel-blue eyes swept the room, taking in every detail with a keen intelligence that seemed to miss nothing. Adrian stood at 5'10 with a physique as if he were chiseled out of stone. Broad shoulders lend weight to an impeccably tailored charcoal suit hugging his figure. Short black hair is slicked severely back, emphasizing a chiseled brow and cheekbones that could pare glass.
As Adrian made his way to his office, his presence seemed to command respect from all those around him. Employees straightened in his path, murmurs of his name rippling through the air like a whispered promise of success.
At his side, his loyal assistant, Ms. Evelyn Hart, moved with grace and efficiency, her gaze ever watchful as she navigated the sea of employees and visitors who parted ways for the CEO. Evelyn, a woman of Asian descent with clear porcelain skin with short black hair cut in the form of a bob with dark eyes almost to the point they were black.
Adrian Nova's reputation preceded him - a visionary entrepreneur, a brilliant mind, and a man with a drive that knew no bounds. His company, NOVA Labs, was at the forefront of technological innovation battling against STAR Labs, KordTech, Wayne Enterprises, LexCorp, and others.
As Adrian reached the entrance of his lavish office on the top floor of the building, he saw the sight of his daughter, Andrea Nova, seated in one of the plush armchairs, her presence a surprising sight in the midst of his usual hectic day. He took a deep breath and turned to face Evelyn.
"Evelyn, hold my calls, it seems my daughter is in need of a talk," Adrian said as Evelyn nodded and turned around on her heels. Adrian looked on with a frown and took a deep breath before waltzing into his own executive office.
"My lovely daughter, what did I do wrong this time?"
"What makes you think you did something wrong?" said Andrea Nova, daughter of billionaire CEO, Adrian Nova. With sun-kissed skin and delicate boned features, Andrea Nova possesses ethereal otherworldly beauty. Long blonde hair the shade of summer wheat cascades in loose waves, accentuating a heart-shaped face and doe-like blue eyes. Petite, she seems breakable at first glance. Full lips naturally pout, irresistible in pinkish rose beige. Her cupid's bow mouth draws eyes that linger on their curve.
Andrea's voice was gentle but firm, her words carrying a hint of playful challenge as she regarded her father with a knowing look.
Adrian couldn't help but chuckle softly at her response, a warmth blooming in his chest at the familiar banter between them. "Because you only come to see when I've done something wrong,"
"Well, someone has to keep you in check. It seems like no one else is equipped for the challenge but me," Andrea continued, her lips quivering in a teasing smile that mirrored his own.
"I guess you're right in a way. What do you need to talk about?"
"This supposed creation of yours that you're unveiling tomorrow. You said it could potentially usher us into a new age of energy. In your words, enough to power the Earth for millennia. I was hoping you could let your daughter see it before everyone else," Andrea said, earning a light chuckle from her father.
Adrian's eyes softened at Andrea's request, a warmth spreading through him at her genuine interest in his groundbreaking work. With a fond chuckle, Adrian replied, "Of course, my dear. Come with me."
"Wow," was all Andrea could muster up to say. She stood above the very object that her father created with the purpose of exposing the people of Earth to a new source of energy. He called the project—the heart of the Prometheus Project, a groundbreaking endeavor designed to introduce humanity to a new source of energy. Adrian had christened the project after the legendary Titan who had gifted fire to mortals, symbolizing the project's mission to bring forth innovation and progress on a global scale.
The core of the Prometheus Project was a circular tube pulsating with vibrant, glowing red energy, radiating a sense of power and potential that seemed to hum in harmony with the very essence of creation. Encased in a glass pane that they currently stood upon, the tube emitted a soft, ethereal light that bathed the room in a warm, otherworldly glow.
Three Tesla coils were strategically positioned in various corners of the room, crackling with energy and adding to the atmosphere of technological marvel that surrounded them. The air seemed charged with anticipation, a palpable sense of energy that seemed to echo the promise of a new era dawning.
In the center of the room stood a sophisticated computer panel, its sleek interface adorned with intricate dials, screens displaying complex data, and a series of buttons that hinted at the control mechanisms for the Prometheus Project. It was here, at this nexus of innovation and possibility, that the fate of the project lay in the hands of its creators.
Andrea's gaze flitted between the pulsating energy core, the Tesla coils, and the control panel, her mind racing with a mixture of curiosity and wonder at the sheer magnitude of her father's creation.
"Dad, this is incredible," Andrea said as Adrian chuckled admiring his own handiwork.
"I know. When we turn this on tomorrow night, NOVA Labs will for sure be the new powerhouse in innovating the future," he said with a proud smirk across his mug.
"What powers this thing?" She asked.
"You remember that trip I took to the Arctic last year?"
"Yeah," she said looking on with a bewildered look on her face.
"When I was there, I found something. A gem with an energy unlike anything that I've seen before. Energy that can make Captain Atom's power look like a mere spark in comparison."
Andrea's eyes widened in astonishment at her father's revelation. The implications of his discovery were staggering, hinting at a source of power that defied conventional understanding and held the potential to revolutionize energy production on a global scale.
"You mean to tell me that this entire project is powered by a mere gem?" Andrea asked, her voice tinged with a mix of wonder, disbelief, and worry.
He nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"That's right. It was a remarkable find, one that could power the future. With this gem alone, I can take this company to a new length. A place that you didn't know existed. When I'm done, LexCorp, Wayne Enterprises will be a symbol of the past, I will become the sole proprietor of the future," Adrian said with a smirk.
Andrea processed her father's words, a mix of emotions swirled within her—wonder at the potential of the gem, disbelief at the scale of her father's ambitions, and a flicker of concern at the implications of his singular vision.
"Dad, are you sure about this?" Andrea's voice carried a note of uncertainty as she gazed at him, her eyes searching his face for reassurance.
Adrian's expression remained confident, unwavering in his resolve. "Andrea, trust me on this. The Prometheus Project is a game-changer, a force that can propel us into a future beyond our wildest dreams. With it, NOVA Labs will become the sole beacon of innovation, a force to be reckoned with in the realms of energy and technology."
Andrea couldn't deny the allure of her father's vision, the promise of leading the charge into a new era of progress and prosperity. Yet, beneath the surface, a nagging doubt lingered—a question of the cost, both ethically and personally, of wielding such power unchecked.
"Dad, what about the consequences? What about the responsibility that comes with such power? Maybe we should hold off before turning it on." Andrea's words carried a weight of concern, a reminder of the moral complexities that accompanied great advancements.
Adrian met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and something Andrea had never seen in his eyes before, greed.
"I don't care about the consequences. We are on the cusp of innovation, pushing boundaries that we didn't even think existed. Risks are a part of the territory. We will proceed with the launch tomorrow."
Andrea took a deep breath not wanting to argue with her dad, she simply nodded although she didn't agree with his ideas.
"Well, I guess I'll head out, I'll see you tonight I guess."
She turned and walked away leaving Adrian standing there, looking on with a frown. He took a deep breath and looked on.
The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden hue over the rippling waters of Lake Huron as Caleb and Cole arrived, each making their own entrances. Cole's motorcycle purred to a stop near the shore, the sleek machine reflecting the sunlight as he dismounted with a practiced ease. With a swift kick of the peg, the bike leaned to the side, adding a sense of flair to his own entrance.
Meanwhile, Caleb's candy-red Camaro rolled up beside the motorcycle, its polished exterior gleaming in the fading light. He cut the engine, the low rumble of the powerful car fading into the tranquil sounds of the lake.
As Cole shed his helmet and jacket, hanging them carefully on the motorcycle, Caleb adjusted his sunglasses and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
"I just want you to know, I beat you on the way here. Keep up next time," Cole said with a wink as Caleb simply rolled his eyes. Cole was dressed to a tee so to speak in a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a blue denim jean shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned exposing his chest a little.
"That's because you cut me off on that last turn. Don't get used to it," said Caleb, dressed in a pair of black jeans as well with a button-up and boots.
Both men were dressed to a tee as they both were looking to impress some members of the opposite sex. Before they could even get any closer to the party they caught the attention of 6 '2, star Quarterback for the Midway University Falcons, 4-star Prospect, Trent Wiliams. At 6 '2 with a thick, powerful frame, Trent Williams cut an intimidating figure as the QB had shaped him into pure muscle, with broad shoulders stretching his sleeveless jerseys to their limits. Skin nut-brown from time in the sun showed off churning rivers of defined muscle beneath. Thick trunks served as legs that could power past defenses for touchdowns. Everything about his physique screamed grit, prowess and dominance on any field. Off the gridiron, the same arrogance emanated. Short blond hair was perennially tousled into a careless coif that girls loved despite its lack of care. Chiseled jaw boasted a stubborn set even in laughter. But it was his eyes that really unsettled—a cold, piercing blue devoid of real humor. Their penetrating stare dared rivals to defy him while conveying he expected nothing less than total submission.
"What are you two dickheads doing here?" said Trent walking up to the two. Cole's fist automatically balled up almost out of reflex. He hadn't forgotten the years of bad blood between them and if Trent tried him he was going to be happy to sock him right in his jaw.
"We're here for the party," Cole said looking on with a frown.
"I don't remember inviting you guys," Trent said as he folded his arms making sure his muscles were bulging. Cole looked at his arms and chuckled as the tension crackled in the air, palpable as the three men stood facing each other on the shore of Lake Huron. Cole's jaw clenched at Trent's confrontational tone, the memories of past conflicts stirring beneath the surface.
"We heard about the party and decided to drop by," Caleb interjected smoothly, his voice a calming influence in the charged atmosphere. He shot a warning glance at Cole, silently urging him to keep his cool.
"It's a lake therefore it's public property. So it's free grounds. Unless you wanna try to kick me out yourself?"" Cole said as Trent clenched his own fist stepping towards him looking for a fight until Nicole came running towards the two jumping in between them to make sure nothing went down.
"Hey, hey, guys, let's not ruin the vibe here," Nicole implored, her voice calm yet firm. She glanced between Cole and Trent, her gaze unwavering as she sought to defuse the tension that crackled between them like static electricity. She turned back once more to glance at Cole. Before anyone could say anything else, Trent yanked Nicole by her wrist making Cole's frown deepen as he watched Trent almost drag her away.
"I know of another party. Let's bounce!" Trent commanded his seemingly large following base.
As the commotion from the dispersing crowd faded into the distance, Cole and Caleb exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the evening's unexpected turn of events. The promise of a lively party by the lake had dissolved into thin air, leaving behind a sense of disappointment tinged with resignation.
"So much for a party," Caleb remarked, a hint of wry amusement in his voice as they made their way back towards their vehicles. Cole's expression remained stoic, his thoughts veiled behind a mask of nonchalance as he followed Caleb to the candy-red Camaro.
Caleb unlocked the car with a press of a button, the lights flashing in response as he retrieved Cole's jacket and helmet from the backseat. Handing them over to Cole, he leaned against the sleek vehicle, the fading light of the evening casting long shadows across the lakefront.
"Wanna go to that pizza place on Fourth Street? They close at 11," Caleb suggested, a note of casualness in his tone as he awaited Cole's response.
Cole considered the offer for a moment, the prospect of a quiet dinner after the evening's unexpected turn seeming oddly appealing. With a nod, he replied, "Yeah, I'm down," a faint hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Before the two could even ride off, Cole's glance shifted to Nicole and Trent in the distance.
"Hey, how about you let me drive?" Nicole's voice carried a playful lilt as she gazed up at her boyfriend, Trent.
Trent's response was swift and dismissive. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no. This is not a toy," he retorted, extinguishing the smile on her face. "These 22s, I don't want you grinding on them. No, why doesn't my little bunny just hop in the backseat?" His words left her deflated, her eyes falling to the ground in disappointment.
"God, I can't even tell you how much I'm not your little bunny," Nicole shot back, her frustration evident as she pushed past Trent, leaving him behind with a scoff as she walked away, determination in her stride.
"You'll call me," Trent's arrogant declaration lingered in the air as Nicole made her way back towards the city, her resolve unshaken by his parting words.
Meanwhile, Cole observed the scene unfold, a frown creasing his brow as he sat astride his bike, the rumble of the engine a steady thrum beneath him. Casting a glance toward Caleb, who watched with a knowing smirk, Cole sensed the unspoken encouragement in his friend's gaze.
"Go get her, bro," Caleb's words of support spurred Cole into action. With a swift motion, Cole donned his helmet and jacket, the leather creaking slightly as he settled them into place. With a determined kick of the peg, he revved the engine and rode over to Nicole, his visor up as he closed the distance between them with a quiet determination in his eyes.
"Nicole, it's Cole. I was hoping I could give you a ride home," he said as she turned to him.
"No, it's okay. I'm fine."
"Nicole, you live 10 miles away. That's too long of a distance to walk."
"I'm fine," she insisted, flashing a smile that held a hint of defiance, her eyes reflecting a sense of independence that both intrigued and concerned him.
Taking a deep breath, Cole decided to take matters into his own hands. He put his helmet back on and revved up his motorcycle, determined to ensure Nicole's safety even if it meant momentarily disrupting her plans.
With a swift motion, Cole maneuvered the motorcycle to a stop in front of Nicole, his hand resting on the throttle as he removed his helmet. Turning towards her, he met her bewildered gaze with a look of genuine concern etched on his features.
"Nicole, get on. I'm not leaving you stranded," Cole said firmly, his voice tinged with a mix of reassurance and determination. He could've sworn he saw her try to fight a smile but he paid no attention to it.
"Here, put this on," Cole said, his voice gentle yet firm as he peeled the protective gear off his own body to offer it to her.
Nicole hesitated, her independent streak warring with the instinct to protect herself. Before she could voice her thoughts, Cole interjected, his tone leaving little room for argument.
"I—" she began, only to be cut off by Cole's preemptive response. "Don't argue, just put it on. For your safety."
Nicole arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she accepted the jacket and helmet from Cole.
"I normally don't let guys boss me around, so don't get used to it," she quipped, her tone teasing yet laced with a hint of appreciation for his concern.
With a playful glint in her eye, Nicole donned the leather jacket and helmet, adjusting the fit. As she secured the helmet in place, a sense of protection enveloped her, a physical reminder of Cole's presence. For some reason, having only interacted with him for mere moments, she felt safe.
Straddling the back of the motorcycle, Nicole braced herself for the journey ahead, the rumble of the engine beneath her a steady rhythm that echoed the beating of her heart. She reached forward wrapping her arms around his waist. Cole tried to hide the wide grin on his face at the moment but did a terrible job before riding off away from the party.
After what seemed like the fastest ride in history. He pulled up in front of a set of townhouses. He wished the ride could've been longer but with her directing him and telling him exactly where to go there was no way to deviate from the path. Luckily she had gotten the chance to vent and talk to him and tell him some information about herself that he never would've known without getting this chance.
"Here we are," Cole reluctantly announced, the reluctance evident in his voice as he kicked the peg down, allowing the motorcycle to lean over to the side. He smoothly dismounted from the bike, his movements fluid and practiced, as he stood to the side, waiting for Nicole to do the same. She peeled the helmet off of her head, shaking her head gently trying to fix her hair as the wind and helmet messed it up slightly.
Nicole, powered by the rush of the ride and the sense of freedom it had granted her, attempted to dismount from the motorcycle with the same grace as Cole. However, her lack of experience with such a task quickly became evident as she struggled to find her footing, nearly losing her balance in the process.
With a swift motion, Cole reached out, his reflexes sharp as he caught her before she could fall, his strong grip providing the support she needed in that moment of vulnerability. Nicole, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, found herself looking up at Cole, a mixture of emotions in her eyes catching him off guard.
"Whoa there, easy," Cole chuckled, his voice warm and reassuring as he steadied her, his touch gentle yet firm. "I've got you."
"Yea, you do," she said, her voice laced with a nervous chuckle as they both rose to a vertical stance, the moment of near imbalance quickly transforming into a shared moment of levity. Despite the minor stumble, there was a sense of camaraderie between them, a shared understanding that transcended words.
As they stood side by side, Cole couldn't help but notice just how petite Nicole was, her stature emphasized by her slight frame. At five feet, four inches, she stood a full head shorter than him, her presence radiating a unique blend of strength and vulnerability that intrigued him.
Taking in her diminutive stature with a mix of amusement and admiration, Cole couldn't help but smile at the realization of just how small she appeared next to him. Yet, in that moment, her size seemed inconsequential compared to the spark of determination and independence that shone in her eyes.
Nicole, aware of Cole's gaze upon her, met his eyes with a playful glint, her own smile widening as she caught onto his silent observation.
"I had fun. Thank you. For the ride and for listening," Nicole said, her voice soft and genuine as she looked up into Cole's glacier-blue orbs, a sense of gratitude and warmth evident in her eyes.
"Anytime, Nicole," Cole replied, his own gaze meeting hers with a sincerity that mirrored her own. The connection between them seemed to deepen with each passing moment, a silent understanding blooming in the quiet space that surrounded them.
As Nicole gathered her thoughts, a hint of nervousness crept into her voice, betraying a vulnerability that she rarely showed. "You-You think I'm shallow?" she asked tentatively, her hand instinctively running through her hair in a gesture of self-doubt.
Cole's expression softened at her question, his eyes reflecting a mixture of reassurance and understanding. "Do I think you're... No, No, No. I think with you there's more than just looks. There's more to you," he responded, his words filled with a sincerity that resonated deeply with Nicole.
A wide, toothy grin spread across Nicole's face at Cole's words, a sense of relief and joy washing over her as she realized that he saw beyond the surface, beyond the superficial judgments that often clouded people's perceptions. In Cole's eyes, she saw a reflection of her true self, a person with depth and complexity, a person worthy of being seen and understood.
"Alright, I'll see you in class," she said with that same grin.
"Alright. Have a good night."
"I will. You too," she said as he watched her eyes glance down at his lips before she walked away towards her door. His eyes seemingly had a mind of their own and traveled down to her hips watching as she walked towards her door. He mounted his motorcycle watching as she walked into the house, turning back, giving one more wave before retreating to the inside of her home.
As Nicole disappeared into her house, Cole stood by his motorcycle for a moment, the evening breeze ruffling his hair as he replayed their conversation in his mind. There was something about Nicole that captivated him, something beyond the ordinary interactions he was used to.
Lost in his thoughts, he shook his head slightly to clear his mind before swinging his leg over the motorcycle. The engine roared to life, breaking the serene silence of the night. Cole adjusted his helmet, the visor reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights as he took one last look at Nicole's house.
With a twist of the throttle, he rode off into the night, the cool air whipping against his jacket, carrying with it a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite decipher.
Cole pulled up to the curb of his apartment, the soft purr of his bike tapering off as he killed the engine. The day's events had left him weary, the weight of unspoken tensions and missed opportunities hanging heavy on his shoulders. As he sat there, contemplating the solace of his apartment and the simple comforts it offered, a sigh escaped his lips, a small exhale of relief.
Just as he was about to dismount and head inside, his mind already drifting towards the promise of relaxation and a well-deserved moment of peace, movement in the dimly lit alleyway caught his attention. Squinting against the fading light, Cole's gaze focused on a troubling scene unfolding a short distance away—a woman cornered by some guys wearing all black with snake tattoos on their shoulders, a clear sign they were members of the The Serpents, a organized crime family that had ran crime in Midway City for years. No one could stop them, not even the police.
The woman's posture was tense, her body language a silent plea for help.
"Shit," he whispered to himself as he walked over to the alleyway with his helmet in his hand. As he walked over his eyes started to meticulously scan the situation seeing it was 3 guys who were trying to do something shady to this woman. He had to figure out a way to take these guys down without costing him his life. Cole walked over to the closet of the guys and clocked him hard in the face with his helmet. The metallic impact echoed in the narrow alleyway as the blow connected, sending the man staggering backwards before he crumpled to the ground, stunned by the unexpected assault.
The sudden turn of events caught the other two men off guard, their expressions shifting from aggression to surprise as they assessed the newcomer who had dared to disrupt their plans. Cole stood firm. The woman whom they were harassing had taken the chance and scurried away leaving Cole and these men to deal with one another.
"Y'all gonna stand there like little bitches or what?" Cole said as the two men pulled out switchblades getting ready for a fight. However the sound of sirens cut them off making them run off.
The men hesitated, their expressions shifting from aggression to panic as the reality of their predicament sank in. In a split-second decision fueled by self-preservation, they exchanged a brief, knowing glance before swiftly sheathing their weapons and bolting into the shadows, their footsteps echoing as they fled into the night.
Cole stood in the wake of their retreat, his chest rising and falling with the rush of adrenaline that still pulsed through his veins. The sound of the sirens grew louder and Cole already knew what was coming next and lowered down to his knees with his hands behind his head.
"Cole Graves, why am I not surprised?" said a feminine voice grabbing his wrists and putting them behind his back in cuffs, raising him to his feet. Detective Sara Palmer, standing at 5'2 with a slim yet somewhat curvy frame, hinting at skills beyond description alone. Eyes like dark chocolate orbs see far, missing little as they scan for clues others overlook. Coffee-hued skin glows with vitality, accented by high cheekbones and a proud jawline. Short raven locks attractively frame her face in tight curls. She was sporting a simple pair of dark blue jeans with a white t-shirt, brown leather jacket and Chelsea boots.
"Detective Barnes, not the first time you've had me in handcuffs. Although last time, I remember me playing cop and you playing the robber," he said as she rolled her eyes. A year and a half ago, the two had a thing when she was a beat cop on the street. Things went sour between the two when she wanted something more and he just didn't feel the same way.
A hint of wistfulness crept into Sara's eyes at Cole's mention of past hijinks, however brief their spark had been. Careers and choices had pulled them down separate trajectories all too quickly.
Leading him to the cruiser, she asked gently, "What really happened here tonight, Cole? I could tell those Serpents meant business before they scattered." Her tone conveyed openness to understanding his side of events, wishing to avoid needless charges if the altercation wasn't of his making.
"The serpents were gonna hurt this girl, I couldn't let it slide."
"Always trying to play the hero." She said, rolling her eyes as he chuckled looking down at the ground. She took a deep breath as her eyes met his, "You know I hate to do this but I have to bring you in."
He took a deep breath as he chuckled, shaking his head. He willingly sat down in the back of the cruiser. Sara felt a pang seeing Cole resign himself to spending the night in lockup. She still recalled happier times together, before ambitions pulled them apart.
Though duty required this, compassion lingered too. Leaning on the cruiser door, Sara said softly "You know I've always admired your good heart, Cole, even if it gets you into trouble."
He offered a lopsided smile that still made her heart flutter some. "Maybe someday I'll learn when to leave the heroics to the professionals."
Sara smiled, brushing his arm affectionately. "When you do, there might be a place for you here. If you want a change of scenery from the streets, stop by the precinct. I could put in a word about the auxiliary patrol program."
"We'll see, maybe I'm just not the hero type," he said. She closed the door and reluctantly walked over to the driver side and prepared to drive off to the station.
Notes: Hopefully this Chapter can intrigue you enough to come back for part 2. Chapter 2 will just be a continuation of Origins Pt 2 and in that we'll see some more things that will set the course for our story. More mainstream heroes will make appearances later on. Also you're gonna see some Arrowverse influence in this story, if you don't like it too bad, go read something else.
Cole Graves - Taron Eagerton
Nicole Banes - Megan Fox (Sue me)
Caleb Wilkerson - Gregg Sulkin
Sara Palmer - Vanessa Morgan
Adrian Nova - Jude Law
Andrea Nova - Ashley Benson
Trent Williams - Liam Hemsworth
Evelyn Hart - Anna Akana