Jor-El’s maths was off by a decimal. That meant his infant son, Kal, survived the explosion of the planet Krypton but missed the blue marble at the other end of the universe and rocketed on a near endless trek through the darkness of space.
Thomas Wayne looked at his son, “The theatre you say? Martha! Where are our passports?”
“If you’re going to see a show, you may as well see the best. Alfred, ready the car, we’re going to London.”
Hippolyta sculpted the child with care and love. It was exquisite, lifelike, but still just a work of art. She held it aloft.
“Oh god’s of Olympus, hear my plea! Grant me a child.”
On this day there was silence. No pity taken. No miraculous event occurred.
The Queen of the Amazons wept long into the next day.
Barry Allen lay paralysed and unconscious at Central City General. He had chemical burns to seventy percent of his body as well as the massive trauma from being hit with a lightning bolt. His mother Iris could only watch as the machine breathed for him.
Tom Curry downed the remnants of the bourbon bottle and tossed it into the raging sea. In his alcohol laden imagination he saw Neptune and Posideon fighting for control of the sea. It made him laugh.
He swayed back inside to to control panel of the lighthouse and sat. No ships on the radar. Nothing but him and the massive light. He put his head on his arms for a little rest...
“If you don’t TELL me your name, how can I say it?!?” yelled twelve year old Billy Batson at the wizard sitting on the stone throne. “Is it Bob? Jerry? Tell me!”
The wizard Shazam sighed and rubbed his temple. “Perhaps you are not the champion I thought you were.”
“I don’t know what you want! I don’t even know where I am!” Billy shrieked. “I want to go home!”
Shazam raised a crooked finger at the boy. “I hope I find someone in time.”
Billy reappeared back in the subway carriage staring into the face of a transit officer. “End of the line kid.”
Abin-Sur crouched behind the rocks. Legion, the yellow creature who had forced his crash landing upon the primitive world of Earth, inspected the wreckage. It angrily spat on it and returned to his own ship before rocketing off into the sky.
Abin made a communication device with the ring, establishing contact with the Guardians on the planet Oa. “This Abin-Sur, Green Lantern of Sector 2814 requesting immediate backup.”
The world is bereft of those who inspired generations. Is there anyone to fill the void?