It's been a year since the events to Leonardo the Nightwatcher. And thanks to a new constitutional amendment, mutants now have equal rights just like humans. Garrett Shimmer is a proud uncle. But his life will soon change once he gets mutated. He fi...
"Give me the money!" yelled a burglar at a 7/11, holding a clerk at gunpoint. The clerk, whose name was Dante, reluctantly giving him the money, muttered to himself that he wasn't even supposed to be here today. "Shut your trap, or I'll shut it for you!" threatened the burglar. Dante continued to give the burglar the money. Suddenly, someone came in. His skin and hair was a frosty white, his eyes were a misty blue. He wore blue gloves, and blue boots. On the center of his chest was the elemental symbol of Nitrogen. This was Garrett in his new superhero costume that Rarity helped make.
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"Stop right now!" he said. The burglar smirked and said, "Oh lookie what we got here, a superhero wannabe!" He held his gun at Garrett. "Look, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way," said Garrett. "Funny about you generic costumed vigilantes," quipped the burglar, "you always have some stupid symbol on your chest that makes it easy target practice." Garrett looked at Dante and said, "I'd get out if I were you. Call the police." Dante ran out and said, "Screw this! I'm not even supposed to be here today!"
"Big mistake dumbass," said the burglar as he then aimed his gun at Dante, pulling the trigger. Garrett caught the bullet with his hand, freezing the bullet. Garrett then wagged his finger at the burglar, shaming him. The burglar's eyes widened. "How?" he asked, dumbfounded. Garrett grabbed the gun, and it froze in his hands. He crumpled it with his hands. "You want to continue trying to stop me, or feel what I did to your gun?" asked Garrett. "What the hell are you?" asked the burglar. "They call me Mr. Nitrogen," said the superhero. The burglar punched him in the chest as best he could, but Mr. Nitrogen didn't even flinch. The burglar winced in pain, gripping his bruised knuckles that felt frozen. Then he tried to butt his head on Mr. Nitrogen, only to knock himself out. "I thought they told you," taunted Mr. Nitrogen, "nobody wins with a headbutt." He went out of the 7/11, and saw Dante with the police officers. He said, "He's all yours, gentlemen."
