The air crackled with anticipation. Albert Rothstein, a whirlwind of nervous energy, adjusted the glove on his hand, his eyes wide with excitement. "Whoa! That's a cool suit, that's cool," he muttered to himself, admiring the sleek lines of his costume. Clad in a skintight ensemble of vibrant red and deep blue, he looked every bit the superhero. An atom symbol, gleaming with metallic luster, adorned his chest, while a gold belt, accented with bold blue stripes, cinched his waist. Completing the ensemble were a pair of sleek, silver and red boots.

Albert tapped his earpiece, a small, almost imperceptible movement. "Carter," he said, his voice a mixture of excitement and apprehension, "We're a go. Just say the word." He was addressing Hawkman, the seasoned veteran of the Justice Society, the man who had brought him into the fold.

You, the newest member of this legendary team, felt a surge of adrenaline course through your veins. The mission: apprehend Black Adam, the ruthless ruler of Khandaq. The stakes couldn't be higher.