Nightwing & Angel - The Legend Untold

Michael Wilson landed gracefully, his black spandex suit glinting under the flickering overhead lights of the crumbling Chicago Outfit headquarters. His light blue eyes behind the mask scanned the chaotic scene. The entire building shook, cracks snaking across the walls, debris tumbling from the ceiling and most importantly…

Alphonse.

The once-human crime lord was now a monstrous giant, his grotesque mutated body pulsing with raw power. His muscles had expanded to inhuman proportions, veins glowing a sickly crimson as he loomed over them. His face was barely recognizable, a twisted fusion of man and beast, his jagged teeth exposed in a feral snarl.

Michael let out a long sigh. "Great. Another oversized psycho."

Before he could say anything else—

Mark Fletcher the moment he saw Michael, he rushed forward and hugged him.

"Michael!!" Mark exclaimed, gripping him tightly.

Michael sighed, already expecting this reaction. He patted Mark's back awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

Loe Halloway stood nearby, arms crossed, watching them with an unimpressed expression. "Took you long enough."

Michael smirked beneath his mask. "Sorry… that vampire case took longer than expected."

Loe understand him. "It's okay. You were off fighting bloodsuckers..Tsk to think we can't beat this guy before you're arrival"

Michael's expression turned serious as he looked past them at Alphonse Capone's monstrous form, still growing, still mutating. His Chi Sense pulsed, sending warning signals through his body.

This wasn't just a power-up. Something unnatural was happening.

He turned back to Mark. "So… what's this plan I heard about?"

Mark glanced at Loe, then back at Michael. "It's… well, it's kind of insane."**

Loe scoffed. "'Insane' is an understatement."

Michael raised an eyebrow behind his mask. "Oh, this should be good."

Mark held up the compact bomb he had pulled from the space storage bag. "We use this."

Michael blinked. "That's it? 'We use a bomb'? You do realize we're inside a building, right?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah. Which is why we're gonna do it right."

Loe sighed, running a hand through his black hair. "The genius over here wants to trapped Alphonse, then plant the bomb on him directly. Like… on his actual body."

Michael's mind worked quickly, considering the logistics. "So, we immobilize him, then use the bomb at close range? Risky, but…" he looked at the writhing beast that used to be Alphonse Capone, "…probably the only chance we've got."

Loe pointed at the massive cracks forming in the ceiling. "But if this place comes down on us, we're screwed."

Michael clenched his fists, feeling his energy surge. "Then we don't let that happen."

Mark smirked. "Knew you'd say that."

Michael took a deep breath, his light blue eyes glinting behind his mask as he glanced between Mark and Loe.

"Wait… how exactly are we trapping him?" he asked.

Loe smirked, crossing his arms. "We have you."

Mark nodded confidently.

Michael blinked, then let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "These guys…" he thought.

They had grown.

Michael had fought alongside them for a while now, but this was different. They weren't just looking to him for answers—they were thinking for themselves, taking charge.

Even though all three of them were technically 18 years old, Michael's mind carried the experience of Jonathan Anderson, his past life—a 27-year-old man. In a way, he wasn't just their ally—he was their mentor.

Michael cracked his neck, then crouched low, getting ready to move.

"Alright, boys—let's take this monster down."

He could've ended this fight alone. With his Spider-Man system, his Chi sense, and his past-life experience, Alphonse Capone stood no chance. But Michael knew this battle wasn't just about winning.

It was about Mark and Loe growing stronger.

If they wanted to keep up with him, they needed this. They needed to struggle, to strategize, to experience the thrill of overcoming a real challenge.

Michael crouched, his muscles tensing, his organic web is ready.

"Let's show this oversized lizard why we're the vigilantees."

Mark tightened his grip on the bomb, his heart pounding in his chest. This was a risky move—one wrong step, and they were dead. But hesitation wasn't an option.

"Alright, Spider-Man, lock him down!" Mark shouted.

Michael leaped into action, his organic webs shooting out in rapid succession. Thick, dark strands of webbing wrapped around Alphonse's massive limbs, binding him tighter and tighter. The monstrous mob boss roared, his muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but Michael reinforced the webbing, layering it over and over.

"Not happening, buddy." Michael muttered. "You're not moving an inch."

Alphonse snarled, thrashing violently, but Michael's enhanced Chi sense let him anticipate each movement. Every time Alphonse tried to rip free, Michael countered, webbing him down harder.

Mark saw his chance. He turned to Loe, holding the bomb up. "Angel, heads up!"

Loe smirked. "Of course."

With expert precision, Mark tossed the bomb toward Loe. Time slowed for a second as the device spun through the air, its metallic casing reflecting the red glow of the emergency lights flickering throughout the crumbling Chicago Outfit hideout.

Alphonse, despite being restrained, noticed the bomb mid-air. His rage-filled eyes widened, and with a deafening roar, he jerked his body, causing the entire building to shake violently.

CRACK!

The impact nearly knocked Mark off his feet.

Loe's eyes locked onto the falling bomb. He had one shot.

He lunged forward, twisting mid-air, and snatched the bomb just before it hit the ground.

Landing with a graceful roll, he immediately turned toward Alphonse's giant, mutated body, his mind racing. He needed an opening.

Michael, noticing Loe's success, grinned beneath his mask. "Nice catch, Angel. Now, let's finish this."

Loe clenched the bomb tightly, his mind racing. (Where was the best spot to plant it?)  Alphonse's body had mutated, growing tougher by the second, and just sticking it to his skin wouldn't be enough.

He needed to get it inside.

Michael, still reinforcing the webbing, noticed Loe's hesitation. "What's the hold-up, Angel?"

Loe narrowed his eyes. "I need an opening to plant this thing deep. His mouth, his chest—somewhere it'll actually do damage!"

Mark gritted his teeth. "Then we make one."

Alphonse let out another earth-shaking roar, his massive frame thrashing against the webbing. Veins pulsed unnaturally across his body as whatever serum he injected continued mutating him further. His back split open, sprouting grotesque, spiked appendages that ripped through the webs.

Michael's spider-sense screamed.

"Shit—he's breaking free!"

BOOM!

Alphonse tore through the last of the webbing, sending shockwaves through the ground. He towered over them, his grotesque new form nearly reaching the ceiling. His eyes burned red, his muscles bulging far beyond anything human.

Mark and Loe both tensed. This just got worse.

Michael cracked his knuckles. "Guess we're going with Plan B."

Loe smirked. "There was a Plan B?"

Michael lunged forward, dodging Alphonse's monstrous fists with inhuman agility. Using his momentum, he spun mid-air and slammed a devastating kick into Alphonse's jaw. The impact sent a shockwave through his skull, causing him to momentarily stagger.

That was the opening.

"NOW, LOE!" Mark shouted.

Loe's eyes flashed, and with blinding speed, he dashed forward, leaping toward Alphonse's chest.

Alphonse snarled, trying to swat him away, but Michael webbed his arms back mid-swing. "Not so fast, ugly."

With a twist and a roll, Loe plunged the bomb deep into Alphonse's chest wound, using all his strength to bury it beneath the mutated flesh.

He landed smoothly, panting. "It's in!"

Mark's hands flew to the detonator. "Michael! Get clear!"

Michael backflipped off Alphonse, just as Mark pressed the switch.

BOOM!

The explosion detonated from within, Alphonse's chest erupting in a spray of crimson and smoke. The force sent him staggering backward, his monstrous wails echoing through the hideout as his body began convulsing violently.

For a moment, everything was silent.

Then—

Alphonse let out one last monstrous howl before collapsing, shaking the ground beneath them.

Michael, Mark, and Loe stood still, catching their breath as the dust settled.

Loe smirked, brushing dirt off his shoulder. "Told you I could do it."

Michael chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Not bad, Angel."

Mark sighed in relief, looking at the motionless body of Alphonse Capone. "Let's hope that's the last time we see him like that."

Meanwhile, Mindy Williams stood back, watching the ongoing battle unfold. She was now beside Gustav and Vivian, knowing that if she continued fighting, she would only become a hindrance—especially since she had already started to suffer from a nosebleed.

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out across the battlefield.

"What the fuck is happening here?!"

Mark's eyes widened in recognition. He knew that voice.

It was Gil Felcoms—his girlfriend's uncle.

Turning his head, Mark saw Gil standing there, surveying the destruction around them. Beside him was Lenore Van Ryn, her sharp gaze scanning the devastated surroundings with a mixture of shock and concern.

Mark opened his mouth to shout, "Get—"

But before he could finish, Alphonse—who had been knocked down—suddenly began to stir.

Though it was clear he was weaker than before, the fact that he was still standing sent a chill through everyone.

Michael tensed, eyes narrowing as he locked onto the monstrous figure.

"He's getting up..." Michael muttered, voice filled with disbelief.

Loe clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Tsk... what a monster."

Mark clenched his fists, taking in the scene. His eyes darted between Alphonse, who was struggling to his feet, and Gil and Lenore, who had just arrived. Then, he turned to Michael, determination burning in his gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Mark spoke with conviction.

"Spider-Man, please… take those five people and get them out of here."

He pointed toward Lenore, Gil, Gustav, Vivian, and Mindy.

"Let us handle this monster."

Michael studied Mark carefully, sensing the resolve in his voice.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Mark gave a firm nod.

"Yes. I'm sure..."

Michael's eyes flickered toward Mark's back, sensing the weight of his decision.

Mark inhaled deeply before continuing, voice steady.

"This time… we need to handle this ourselves. We need to prove ourselves."

A small smirk tugged at Loe's lips as he cracked his knuckles.

"Heh... that should be my line."

Michael studied Mark's determined expression, his usual playful smirk fading into something more serious. He had seen this before—the fire in Mark's eyes, the kind that refused to back down no matter what.

Michael exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing. He could finish Alphonse off. It would be easy for him. But that wasn't the point.

Mark and Loe needed this.

They weren't just fighting to win. They were fighting to grow.

Michael turned to the five people Mark had pointed at—Gil, Lenore, Gustav, Vivian, and Mindy.

Gustav, still wide-eyed, stepped forward while holding his injuries. "What the hell are you talking about, kid? You're fighting that thing alone?!"

Mark didn't flinch. "Yes."

Vivian was quieter, her sharp eyes analyzing the situation. "Even if he's weaker now, that thing is still dangerous."

"Sorry, folks. But this isn't up for debate." He pulled them toward him, his webbing securing their arms to their sides.

"Wha—HEY!" Gil protested, struggling against the webs.

Mindy, still pale from earlier, looked at Mark. "…Are you really sure?"

Mark gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah."

Before anyone could protest, Michael launched into the air, swinging them away from the battlefield. The wind howled around them, Gil cursing loudly, while Gustav and Vivian gritted their teeth, trying not to panic.

Mindy, still lightheaded from overusing her telepathy, barely had the strength to protest. Instead, she looked down at Mark and especially towards Loe as they grew smaller beneath her.

"Be careful..." she whispered.

To be continue