Dr. Marvelo smiles into the camera.
“Fair citizens, for I am Dr. Marvelo and along with my new comrades, we are the MBL. And we are here to serve you!”
He takes his hat from his head and puts it on his chest.
“And to keep you safe from injustice!”
Dr. Marvelo throws his umbrella over his shoulder.
“Anything else sir?”
Buzz’s eyes light up at Marvelo’s answer and he barrages him with questions, all of which the hero is able to answer with grace and dignity.
Quinn Stevens falls back into his seat, glad that Dr. Marvelo doesn’t need back up at the moment. He rubs the back of his neck and cracks it.
“You okay?” Hero asks and sits next to the black and silver clad hero, placing two drinks down. Hero lifts the bottom of his mask to sip his drink.
“Yeah, just a little sore.” Quinn sits up and takes his drink. “My first… battle, if you even call it that.”
“Yeah?” Hero comments, “I would have never guessed. You did damn well out there.”
“I would happen to agree.” Captain Midnight sits with his own drink, “I’ve been doing this many years. And you guys are some of the best other heroes I have worked with. Some of the only heroes I have worked with also.”
Hero laughs and smiles, “I usually fly solo, but I think I can get used to doing some team work, if you guys really are up for this MBL thing.”
“I know I’m ready to join a team” Midnight says assuring and pats Hero on the back.
“I think a team would be good for me too.” Quinn comments, “I’d like to have someone watching my back.”
“Yeah.”
“So, this MBL name, what were you talking about?”
“You’ve never heard of the MBL?” Quinn asks confused.
“Only the terror group from way back. The guys who took Manhattan hosta-“
“No, not those monsters. There were a few bad men, villains, and they gave the MBL name a bad stigma. Before they existed, there lived another group of powered men. The MBL. These were the best of the best heroes from around the multiverse. They saved the world more times than you can believe. Some of he older known stories involve a God leading them against evil. But the team changed often, adding and losing members as a Baseball team would. My father knew their stories well and every night he told me another adventure they had. Years worth of stories every night for as long as I could remember. They were the true MBL, not some terror group, the MBL were heroes.”
