The Secret Life of Billy Captain Marvel Batson

Fawcett's Mysterious Hero

Who is Fawcett's enigmatic new hero?
Sterling Morris, owner of Whiz Network and newsman extraordinaire was determined to crack the mystery behind Captain Marvel.

On Monday, a red blur rescued all occupants in a fiery building before blowing out the flames.

Eyewitnesses said the hero was a powerfully built man in his late twenties in a bright red suit with a lightning bolt on his chest.

He wore a short white cape and a bright smile but flew off before anyone could interview him.

On Tuesday, he caught a falling plane and landed it in Fawcett International airport, again flying off without speaking to any reporters.

On Wednesday, he captured arm robbers at a bank. Bullets bounced off the hero. After he tied the robbers up with steel pipes, he freed the hostages and flew off.

All photos of him were blurry. All eyewitness accounts noted freak lightning out of clear blue sky before he appears and again after he disappears.

It's been a week since Captain Marvel as the media dubbed him first appeared, with several sightings each day, yet every photo of him was blurry. No one knew anything about Fawcett's new protector.

So here was Sterling Morris in his car, following the pattern of freak lightning sightings he had painstakingly charted.

Jackpot!

Lightning struck out of the clear blue sky into an alley across the road. Captain Marvel should pop up there.

As he got out of his car, he saw two teenage boys kicking a toddler after grabbing the bag the child was carrying.

A scrawny little boy in a tattered red sweater emerged from the alley came to the toddler's defence, allowing the toddler to flee.

A bigger older teen swung his fist at the little boy.

Mr Morris had seen enough. He dashed across the empty road yelling and waving his umbrella.

The little boy dodged the blow.
"Behind you!" The child yelled at Mr Morris.

Turning around, Mr Morris came face to face with an armed thug twice his size.

Lightning struck out of the clear blue sky  when a hard blow to Mr Morris' head knocked him out.

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Mr Morris' head throbbed as he slowly opened his eyes. He was in the backseat of his car. A child was driving the car.

"Sir, please rest. You are hurt bad," said the scrawny little boy with a messy mop of short raven curls.
He looked like he was seven years old at most.

"Wwhat are you ddoing?" Stuttered Mr Morris

"Driving," came the little boy's curt reply.

It was that brave kid who was protecting the toddler. But..

"Why are you driving my car?" Asked Mr Morris trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"Because you are hurt and need to go to the hospital," replied the child, his brilliant blue eyes scrutinizung Mr Morris through the rear view mirror.

"You don't have a driver's license," said Mr Morris.

"Your life is more important than that, sir," said the boy.

His head ached even more.
"But do you even know how to drive?"

"I am driving, aren't I?" Snapped the child.

Why isn't the police stopping the car? It's not legal for a seven year old to drive. Not even in Fawcett.

He propped himself up to look out of the window. There was hardly any traffic at this time of the night in this region.