My Hero Academia Symbol of Hope (DC x MHA)

Family Resolve

The wrecked car still smoldered on the cracked asphalt as Kai, and Endeavor took their places facing the grim silhouette of the villain, Ending. The white cables writhed like serpents in the shadows, suspending Natsuo midair, helpless and terrified. The night air was thick with tension, every breath drawn heavy and urgent.

Suddenly, the car doors burst open with a harsh screech, and Kara, Katsuki, Shoto, and Izuku surged out, their faces set with fierce determination. Untenmaru, Endeavor's ever-reliable driver, swiftly deployed a sleek array of Hero Equipment from compartments hidden beneath the dashboard. The metallic tools glinted faintly under the streetlights.

Without hesitation, Izuku caught the gear—compact grappling hooks, reinforced gloves, and other specialized gadgets—and hurled them expertly toward his comrades. Kara caught hers with a confident grin, Katsuki grabbed his with a grunt, and Shoto received his with quiet readiness.

Ending's pale eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. From the darkness, dozens of thick white cables—his dreaded Whitelines—snaked forward like venomous vipers aimed directly at the young heroes.

"Try to stop me," he taunted, voice laced with madness.

But the three were ready. The countless hours of grueling training with the Titans had sharpened their reflexes and teamwork. Kara twisted gracefully, her Supergirl agility allowing her to dodge the writhing cables, then counter with a swift strike that severed several strands midair. Katsuki's explosive blasts burned through the Whitelines with precision, each fiery burst sending crackling fragments to the pavement. Izuku's focus sharpened; channeling his quirk, he summoned Blackwhip—an elegant, powerful extension of his own will—snaring the cables and tearing them away with practiced strength.

Shoto watched from the side, his mind clear as he drew on the lessons learned under his father's stern tutelage. He concentrated the chill in his body, frost blooming from his fingertips, ready to strike.

Ending's smirk faded as irritation flickered across his face. He began to back away, taunting, "I grow tired of this. You're nothing but flies buzzing around me."

Endeavor roared a challenge and lunged forward, flames roaring to life along his arms like twin infernos. But then, a flicker of doubt crossed his fierce eyes—the sight of Natsuo's pale, frightened face suspended before him froze his charge. His stride faltered, uncertainty gnawing at him.

Kai shifted, muscles coiled to move, but Ending's voice cut through the tension like a whip. "Try to save him first," he hissed, "and he dies."

A cold silence fell.

Without hesitation, the trainees surged forward, propelled by desperation and resolve. Shoto's body glowed faintly as he gathered his power, flames flickering beneath an icy calm. Ending's Whitelines shot out again—this time, seizing nearby cars filled with terrified civilians and flinging them into the night sky like ragdolls.

His most cruel act came next: with a sinister smile, he positioned Natsuo directly on the tracks of a roaring, oncoming train.

Time slowed.

Katsuki's eyes burned with fierce protectiveness. With a guttural shout, he unleashed a concentrated explosion, the blast propelling him forward faster than the eye could follow. In a blur of motion, he snatched Natsuo away from death's path, pulling him to safety mere seconds before the train thundered past.

Simultaneously, Izuku soared upward, his focus absolute. Summoning Blackwhip again, he snared several of the airborne cars mid-flight, expertly lowering them to the ground with care. Civilians spilled out, gasping, shaking, and tearfully thanking their rescuers.