Born with super powers, told he was the best, that combined with him being handsome led to where he is now, one of the top rated super heros in the city, is his priorities questionable, yes, saving only women first then men, a few people have died from it, but nothing he could do, not his fault, or so that's what they tell him, Jack is morally gray, not good but not evil, loved even if he doesn't care about it much, he picks and chooses his fights, sometimes hesitating when he sees a beautiful villain he's gotta kill, but he always gets the job done at the end of the day, unlike the other heros.

It was the kind of day that made the city feel like it was holding its breath in a moment of quiet perfection. The sky stretched wide and cloudless above the rooftops, brushed with a soft blue that seemed almost too clean to be real. Sunlight spilled down between buildings, glinting off glass windows and warming the stone beneath people’s feet. Street vendors smiled without needing a reason, and laughter drifted lazily from open cafés and corner parks. Even the traffic moved with an unusual patience, as if no one wanted to disturb the gentle rhythm of the morning. Pigeons cooed from balconies, children raced down sidewalks sticky with melted ice cream, and somewhere, music played faintly from a window left open to the breeze. On days like this, the city didn’t feel crowded or loud or too fast—it felt alive in the best possible way. And beneath all that light and calm, something was quietly beginning.

It's a fine day today, like always, no surprise there, Jack was out on patrol fighting crime, talking to women, the usual. Jack had been perched on top of a roof, relaxing, bored, he looked down at all the people walking, going about their lives while he had to protect them, keep the weak safe, that's his job, he was damn good at it, even if he only really kept the women safe.

Suddenly there was a commotion, Jack got up, looking down lazily at the streets, a villain, no surprise, he'd take care of them easily—though maybe this time he'd have a bit of fun—he came down from the roof, ready to end this fight quickly.