Blue light legacy

Chapter 3: Echoes in the Sky

Cal Genum, now known as Nighman, soared through the Metropolis sky, enjoying the sensation of freedom and power that came with his new abilities. The city below glittered with life, and he felt a deep sense of fulfillment knowing he was protecting it.

As he flew, a sudden sharp pitch sound pierced the air, causing him to flinch. He tried to pinpoint its source but found it elusive. A voice, faint and distant, urged him to follow the sound.

“Follow the sound, Nighman…” He hesitated, glancing around.

The sound grew more insistent, but he shook his head, dismissing it. He had learned to trust his instincts, and right now, they were telling him to stay away. Ignoring the voice, he veered away and continued his patrol, focusing on the tasks at hand.

Later that day, as the sun began to set and the sky painted hues of orange and purple, Nighman flew over a quiet alleyway. His heightened senses caught the faintest hint of movement, and he instinctively turned, scanning the shadows.

A figure emerged from the darkness, clad in a dark, imposing suit. Batman.

Nighman’s instincts flared. He had never trusted Batman. The Dark Knight was a symbol of fear and secrecy, qualities that didn't sit well with Cal’s sense of openness and justice. He descended quickly, landing with a forceful thud that echoed through the alley.

“Stay away from me,” Nighman said, his voice low and menacing. “I don’t want any trouble.”

Batman’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t back down. He moved with practiced precision, aiming to apprehend Nighman. In a blur of motion, Nighman grabbed Batman by the neck and slammed him into the nearby wall, his strength evident in the force of the impact.

Batman struggled, his hand reaching for a small compartment on his utility belt. With a swift motion, he produced a piece of Kryptonite. He activated it, aiming to weaken Nighman.

To Batman’s surprise, the Kryptonite had no effect. Nighman’s invulnerability rendered the green rock powerless against him. Batman’s eyes widened, a mix of frustration and curiosity in his gaze.

Before Batman could react further, a powerful voice called out from behind. “Let him go, Nighman!”

Nighman turned to see Wonder Woman approaching, her presence commanding respect and authority. She landed gracefully beside Batman, her eyes fixed on Nighman.

“I don’t want any trouble,” Nighman said again, his grip on Batman’s neck tightening slightly. “But I don’t take kindly to being attacked.”

Wonder Woman’s expression softened, but her tone remained firm. “We’re not here to fight you. We want to talk.”

Nighman hesitated, then released Batman, who slid down the wall and straightened himself. Batman’s expression was one of grudging respect, tempered with frustration. Wonder Woman stepped forward, her gaze steady and sincere.

“We need to understand more about you,” Wonder Woman said. “Your powers, your intentions. The Justice League needs to know if you’re a friend or a threat.”

Nighman crossed his arms, eyeing them warily. “I don’t see why I need to prove myself to anyone. I’m here to protect Metropolis, not to join some league.”

Batman stepped forward, his voice low but filled with authority. “We don’t take kindly to surprises. You’re a new player on the field with powers we don’t fully understand. It’s our duty to ensure that you’re on the side of justice.”

Nighman’s eyes flashed with irritation. “I’m not interested in joining any team. I’m doing just fine on my own.”

Wonder Woman nodded, acknowledging his stance. “I understand. But if you ever need assistance or guidance, know that the Justice League is here to help. We stand for the same ideals you do—protecting the innocent and fighting evil.”