The neon haze of Jump City flickers below as Max lands silently on a communications tower, his white hair streaked pink whipping in the coastal wind. He can already feel the city's spiritual pressure—a dull throb that tells him he's in the right timeline, the right year. 2005.
Three months before the Titans form. Perfect.
"Frist I need a place to live."he said waking in the street grey Hud up he had been sent here after dying.
As Max walks down the bustling streets of Jump City, he notices the vibrant energy of the people passing by. The city's neon lights reflect off the buildings, casting a colorful glow on the sidewalks. He scans the area, looking for a place to call home, at least temporarily.
His search Eventually Lead him to A abandoned house
The abandoned house sits at the end of a cul-de-sac, overshadowed by overgrown oak trees that have consumed what was once a front yard. The Victorian-style structure has seen better decades—its windows are clouded with grime, the porch sags on one side, and the white paint peels like dead skin. But the roof appears intact, and the walls stand solid.
"This will have to do"
Max steps inside, the door creaking like an old man complaining about his aching joints. The air is thick with dust and the scent of long-forgotten memories. He moves through the house, his footsteps echoing in the empty rooms. As he explores, he notices a staircase leading upstairs.
The wooden stairs groan under his weight as he ascends, his pale fingers brushing against the dust-covered handrail. Upstairs, he finds three bedrooms—small, but functional. The master bedroom has a large bay window overlooking the backyard, where a gnarled tree stands sentinel over overgrown grass.
*Perfect. Enough room for... everything.*
"I'm gonna to need some money"
Max descends the stairs, his mind already plotting his next move. He knows he needs money to make this house livable and to blend in with the city's inhabitants. A small smile plays on his lips as he considers his options. "Robbery? No, too risky. Jobs? Too slow."
"I've got it!" Max snaps his fingers, a spark of inspiration igniting his blue eyes. "I'll fight in underground matches. There's always demand for new blood in the ring, especially someone who looks... different." He glances down at his pale skin and white hair.
Max steps out of the abandoned house, pulling his grey hood lower over his distinctive white-and-pink hair. The evening air carries salt from the bay as he considers his options.
*Underground fighting rings don't advertise on billboards. They're hidden in plain sight—back of warehouses, basements of clubs, places the cops don't bother checking.*
Max's enhanced speed blurs through Jump City as he systematically checks each abandoned warehouse. Most are empty, decaying husks forgotten by time. But on the third warehouse he finds—dilapidated, rusting metal door hanging barely on its hinges—the hum of activity filters through the cracks.
Voices.
Laughter.
The unmistakable crack of a fist against flesh.
" Bingo"Pushing the door open, Max steps into a dimly lit space filled with the smell of sweat and stale beer. A makeshift ring stands in the center, surrounded by a crowd shouting and jeering. Two men, bloodied and bruised, are locked in a brutal fight inside the ropes.
Max leans against a support beam, watching as the defeated fighter collapses, blood pooling from his mouth. The crowd roars, throwing cash onto the mat. The winner—massive, hulking, covered in scars—raises his arms in triumph.
An organizer in a leather jacket scans the crowd, barking into a mic: "Next match! We need a fighter!"
I raise my hand pulling my hoodie off " I'll take him."
The organizer's eyes widen as he takes in Max's pale skin and unique hair color. A slow smile spreads across his face. "You sure about this, kid? That's Viktor the Destroyer you're volunteering against." The crowd murmurs, some laughing at Max's audacity.
"trust me" he said Stepping into the rang
The crowd erupts in a mix of laughter and excitement as Max steps into the ring. Viktor towers over him, his massive frame easily twice Max's size. The organizer counts down, "3... 2... 1... FIGHT!" Viktor charges, swinging a massive fist aimed at Max's head.
Easily seeing his fist coming towards him he caught it with his hand as he raised his left hand, activating black flash Punching him in the face, knocking him out.
The crowd falls silent as Max's fist connects with Viktor's jaw—a perfect Black Flash hit, the spiritual energy distorting around his hand. Viktor's eyes roll back, and he drops like a sack of bricks, hitting the mat with a thunderous crash. The entire arena stares in stunned silence for exactly two seconds before erupting into chaos. Cash flies onto the ring.
" who's next?" he said, feeling no rush of power he got from that and the money he had yet to collect was intoxicating.
The organizer looks stunned, then grins mischievously. "You're a natural, kid. Next match... double the prize money." He points to a tall, muscular woman with cybernetic implants along her arms. "Meet Electra—she fries opponents with her electric punches."
" just to let you know my hands are Rated E for everyone." he says, cracking his knuckles.
The organizer blinks. "What?"
Electra cracks her neck, sparks dancing along her metal arms. She grins, her teeth chrome-plated. "Cute. Let's see how cute you are after 50,000 volts."
She lunges, faster than Viktor, her fist crackling with blue lightning aimed straight at Max's chest.
wanting to test, his adaptability, he let her hit him feeling a small sting as he was pushed back a little, but he stood tall.
The crowd gasps as Electra's lightning punch connects—Max's body jerks slightly from the impact but he remains standing. Sparks fly around him as he absorbs the electric shock without flinching. Electra's eyes widen in disbelief; no one has ever taken her full-powered hit and stayed upright.
" is that the best you got" he said tauntingly
Electra's chrome teeth grit as her cybernetic arms hum louder, charging up. "Big mistake, pretty boy."
She unleashes a rapid barrage of electric punches—each strike crackling with enough voltage to light up a city block. The crowd roars as blue lightning arcs across the ring.
Max's body jerks with each hit, but his feet stay planted.Each punch lands with less impact than the last—Max's body adapting in real-time, his nerves learning to process the electrical current. By the tenth hit, he doesn't even flinch.
Electra screams, unleashing her most powerful strike yet.
Max catches her fist mid-swing. His pale fingers wrap around her cybernetic hand, sparks fizzling harmlessly against his palm.
" I thought you would be tougher than this." he said, crunching his left hand as a black flash started materializing as he punch her in the face.
Max's Black Flash-enhanced punch connects with Electra's head, the spiritual energy erupting around his fist like a dark supernova. Her cybernetic implants overload, sparks exploding from her neck and arms. She flies across the ring, crashing through the ropes and landing unconscious in the cash-strewn pile below.
The entire arena falls silent—then erupts.
" come on who else wants to fight me I wanna a real fight." he yelled
The organizer stares at Max in disbelief, then grins wildly. "Holy shit, kid! You just knocked out two of my toughest fighters like they were amateurs!" He turns to the crowd. "Who else wants a shot at this pale knockout artist?"
The crowd parts nervously at first, no one eager to face the mysterious fighter who just dismantled Viktor and Electra. Then a deep, gravelly voice cuts through the murmurs.
"My turn."
From the back, a figure emerges—seven feet tall, his skin a dull green, muscles bulging beneath tight black fabric. He climbs over the ropes with surprising agility for his size.
" so who are you?" I asked
"Slug," the green giant grunts, cracking his massive knuckles. The sound echoes through the warehouse like a gunshot. "I've crushed seven fighters in here. None have left standing longer than two minutes." He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his weight making the ring floor tremble. "You're just a skinny kid with a pretty punch. I'll break you in half."
" I hate people who are overconfident and can't back it up so get in this ring I'm going to kick your ass." he said, cracking his knuckles.
The crowd bursts into laughter and cheers—Max's confidence and bravado winning them over. Slug's face darkens, his green skin turning a deeper shade. "You talk big for someone my size could squish like a bug." He charges, his massive fists swinging like wrecking balls.
Five minutes pass, and Slug is panting heavily, his punches growing slower and less accurate. Max hasn't thrown a single counterattack—just dodged, weaved, and blocked every crushing blow with ease. The crowd is going wild, chanting Max's name.
" my turn"Max's fists become a blur—thirty, forty, fifty punches in under ten seconds. Each hit lands perfectly: jaw, solar plexus, ribs, liver, nose, chest. He's not using Black Flash—this is pure, precise, super-speed boxing, the kind that would make any mortal opponent's organs liquefy.
Slug's eyes roll back. His knees buckle.
" next time you wanna say you can beat someone make sure you can actually back it up" he says landing one final punch in his face
Slug drops like a felled tree, unconscious before he hits the mat. The crowd goes absolutely insane—chanting Max's name, throwing more cash than before. The organizer scrambles into the ring, eyes gleaming with dollar signs.
"Kid, that was the most insane thing I've ever seen. How'd you—"
A commotion erupts at the warehouse doors.
"none of your business next opponent." He says After that, he's been the next seven hours fighting opponents either in one Punch or beating them senseless by the time he leaves he has $10 million Placing them in a bank account that he has access to as he leaves putting back on His hoodie.
Max steps outside, the night air cool against his skin. His hoodie is back up, hiding his unusual features. The warehouse is silent behind him—everyone too exhausted or terrified to challenge him further.
His phone buzzes with a notification: *Account Verified. $10,000,000 Deposited.*
Max spends the next few hours shopping for essentials—furniture, appliances, decor, and renovations materials. He also splurges on a high-end security system, ensuring his new home will be safe and secure. With the remaining money, he buys the abandoned warehouse, the perfect private training ground.