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Today Tommy turned seven years old, his mum baked him the coolest Angel (the best hero in Tommy's obviously unbiased opinion) themed cake he could ever imagine!
It was supposed to be a good day. He was supposed to have friends over, his mum and dad told him that they would watch "Up" with him when the party was over.
Sadly, that wasn't what happened.
Today, on his seventh birthday, Tommy discovered his powers.
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Right now, nothing mattered. He was skipping through the rooftops, feeling almost peaceful among the dark alleyways of L'manburg.
His feet barely touched the ground and some of his hair that escaped his small ponytail was in his face, not the most comfortable thing, but the feeling of being in the air was worth it, at least for him.
Tommy was on his usual patrol route through the lower districts of L'manburg, trying to spot anything off and help the civilians whenever he could.
It would be nice if some individuals would let him do that in peace, though.
"Don't move!" - hissed Siren, the number six hero.
At the command Tommy stilled, his mind was getting fuzzy and his vision turned blurry.
It wasn't the first time Tommy heard Siren's voice and it wasn't his last, so he knew exactly what to do in this situation.
Tommy reached for his powers, the warm feeling in his veins was becoming hotter and hotter until it felt like for blood he had hot burning lava.
The sensation was so overwhelming, that his mind completely forgot about the effect of Sirens power and when he realised it, he quickly shut off his own. For a hot minute, he still couldn't move a limb, feeling like ash about to be scattered.
The thing that helped him get into his senses was Siren stepping closer.
He flinched and took a few steps back.
Siren was watching him with a scowl on his face.
"Forgot that your power does nothing to me, fish boy?" - he taunted, a bit of shakiness in his metallic voice coming through the voice changer.
"First of all, my powers aren't even water-related and I'm not a mermaid hybrid, gremlin. Second of all, you were still for a while, so my power does work on you! Give it a little bit of time, and you will-" - Siren didn't even have a chance to finish when Tommy interrupted him.
"Minimimimimi, I'm Siren, the number six hero! I have no bitches and my powers are like from those weird fish wankers from Ice Age, mimimimimi!"
Siren's scowl deepened, and he took out his dagger, which, first of all, was a very shit choice of a weapon and second of all was a very rare occurrence because the man was usually fighting with words, not stabbing.
But, Tommy was always the special cays. For the most part, Tommy was silent through his patrols, only the chosen ones he liked to rile up heard his quick jabs.
And Siren was one of them.
He dodged the dagger that was concerningly near his arm and with the grace of a burrito sent it flying off of the building.
"You little shit! I'm going to throw you off a building before I arrest you!" - Siren's screaming was getting angrier and he was getting nearer, which was Tommy's cue to leave, since his patrol was over like thirty minutes ago. Fucking Siren, leaving him without thirty minutes of his precious sleep!
"IF you arrest me, bitch! Get good!" - after saying that, Tommy took out his staff to give himself a boost and leapt into the darkness of the alleyway, leaving Siren coughing from the dust in the air.
Finally, it was time for big man Tommy to go home.
Tommy climbed into his apartment through the window, carefully shutting it after himself. "I will not stand up for the shift tomorrow." He thought as he stripped himself of his vigilante get-up, which consisted of a crimson red hoodie, black cargo pants, some random ass pilot looking goggles that he somehow thrifted, and a mask that covers the lower part of his face with a comically cartoonish grimace that showed teeth. He walked up to the fridge and opened it, only to find a few rotten tomatoes and some cereal.
Why is his cereal in the fridge and not in the cupboard like any normal human being would have it? Well, a problem for future him.
His apartment was very small, since he couldn't afford anything better. Tommy was working in a bakery, and his manager, Niki, was giving him as many raises as she could, claiming that he was basically her only worker apart from Fundy, and that he very much deserved it for running the place.
She knew something was up with his baby face, and his ID wasn't very convincing for her.
And she was right, of course.
Tommy Innit, as his fake ID says, is a 19 year old citizen of L'manburg, when in reality he's a 15 year old, whose last appearance in the database of L'manburg was when he was seven.
Niki, the smartest woman living, has suspicions of his nightly activities too. Well, it's pretty concerning when your employee comes to job bruised basically every day.
As you can already tell, our big man Tommy is no hero, but a vigilante barely making it through his teenage years, so he can't exactly get himself healed by some fancy healer. Hospitals are not an option too, because he can't really go there every day with a concerning amount of injuries without raising suspicion.
His thoughts interrupts the sound of something beeping.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-
His alarm just went off, he is going to be late for work again! Niki is definitely going to kill him.
Tommy quickly changes into his formal clothes, an old white baggy button-up shirt and some black jeans and runs out of his apartment.
He hopes that Niki is in a good mood today.