Jonathan Riker was born in 1967 to his two parents, Erica and James. He had a very healthy childhood, excelling in many activities. It was always his teaching from his parents that he should work toward improving himself. "You never know when your athletic skills may fail you, make sure your mind is up to the task also."

During high school he dated, played sports, and played like all the teenage boys did. He won a scholarship to Yale for his athletic prowess in football. He was a good receiver in high school and looked to be a great Football star one-day. He worked his way through college with various jobs making enough to pay what his scholarship didn’t. During his time at school, he studied hard and did well for himself in football. He may have been a great receiver one-day if not for the first turn of events that would change his life forever.

He graduated college with a degree in law and was getting ready to sign with New York as a rookie player. He and his father were traveling to the stadium when they were stopped in their car by a bench being thrown into their engine. James was furious, this was his new car and he was going to make someone pay for this! He jumped out of the car and yelled, "Damn fool! What do you think your doing?"

It was then that James saw his mistake. The person who threw the bench was none other than Tank, a superstrong brick that loved to terrorize people. Tank turned his attention to the man who yelled to him. "Maggot, you DARE to talk to me that way! Don’t you know who I am? I am TANK, strongest person there is! Now, you will die for this!" With that, Tank sprang to James and as Jonathan watched. Tank picked up his father and threw him into a nearby wall. James hit the wall with a resounding crunch and crumpled to the sidewalk. He lay there dead, killed by Tank. Jonathan would have jumped at Tank himself except that Tank had then thrown the car into another pinning Jonathan inside. The last thing Jonathan saw before he collapsed from pain was the body of his father, lying like a broken doll. Killed by a man called Tank and he was powerless to stop it.

Jonathan awoke in the hospital the next day with a mild concussion and a few scratches. The PRIMUS agent that talked to him said that he was lucky, very few people survive an encounter with Tank. Yet, somehow Jonathan didn’t feel lucky. All he felt that day, was a burning desire for justice. He knew that he would somehow make Tank pay for what he did that day.

Jonathan never went on to sign his contract for the NFL. Instead he signed up for the Police Department. He would have gone to PRIMUS, but he didn’t like their style. He would see justice done through the police. In five short years, Jonathan took every thing he did to heart. His superiors noticed this and he quickly advanced to the rank of Sgt. One of the youngest Sergeants in Police history. His Captain had never seen such determination in a person before. He had noted on several occasions that whatever was driving this man was a force to be reckoned with. During this time Jonathan did everything he could to find and capture Tank. On each occasion Tank had effortlessly walked through any opposition that he encountered. It was to the point that Tank was beginning to recognize Jonathan. To Tank, this was beginning to become a game to him. What would this punk cop do to amuse him next?

They had loaded the liquid into the reinforced armored PRIMUS van. They were enroute when Tank made his move. He knew that they would have to get to the airport so he waited. As they approached the on ramp to the airport, Tank simply stood out and into the ramp. The PRIMUS van accelerated! As it hit Tank, it nearly crumpled around him. The impact killed all three PRIMUS agents inside the van and the canister containing the experimental liquid and Dr. Angstrom were thrown clear. Jonathan's car was right behind the van. He was lucky enough to see them both get thrown clear. Jonathan screeched his car to a halt near the PRIMUS van. When he came to a halt, Dr. Angstrom tossed him the canister and told him to take it to the airport. "I will buy you time, no one must get this! It is too dangerous and unstable. Take it, and hurry!" the Doctor told him. Tank watched the van crumple around him and began to look for the canister. He noticed the doctor getting to his feet and went to him. When Tank saw that Dr. Angstrom had tossed the canister to Jonathan. He quickly grabbed Dr. Angstrom and told Jonathan to give him the canister. "It's over Tank, you've lost. You will never have the canister now!" "Oh yeah, what are you going to do to stop me? You have never been able to stop me before. Nothing you have done, can do, or ever will do can stop the Tank. Nothing can stop me!" Tank boasted back. "Let the Doctor go and I promise that you will get your day in court. Hurt him, and there is no place on Earth that you will be able to hide from me!" Jonathan told him. He couldn’t let the Doctor be hurt by this man. Not like his father, not like all the other people that Tank has hurt. It had to end here and now. "Hey cop, you worried about a trial for me? I don’t think so. This is how I deal with trials." With that, Tank threw the Doctor into the van and watched him become impaled on the van wreckage and die. "There you go punk cop, now give me that canister!" Tank yelled to Jonathan.

Jonathan watched in horror as Dr. Angstrom died. His rage built inside him, how could Tank get away with all that he has done. No one had to power to stop this man. It had to end here and now. He would die before he would give this canister to Tank. "You will never have this, Tank, I would sooner see it destroyed before I let you have it!" Jonathan yelled. "How stupid was this cop?" Tank thought. Sure he had been nice to the kid before, even thought of him as fun to play with, but this is business. No one stands in Tank's way and lives to tell about it. "Okay punk cop, if that is the way you want it. This is our last meeting, it was fun for me while it lasted."

With that, Tank started to run to the car. Jonathan seeing he had few choices started the car and headed towards Tank at top speed. Tank stopped, and simply smiled to himself. He knew that this car was toast, and then, so was the driver. Jonathan saw Tank stop and knew what he had to try. At the very last second he jumped from the car.

Tank was surprised to see the punk cop jump. He figured the cop would die as the car crumpled against Tanks' body. Jonathan rolled clear and sprang to his feet and drew his revolver. Tank would not get away from him today as he did in the past. Today, he would find a way to somehow stop him. Tank simply walked clear of the wreckage of the car and started towards Jonathan. "Hey punk cop, why don’t you give me what I came for and I will let you live this time!" Tank yelled to him. "Kill me if you can Tank, but you will never get this!" Jonathan yelled back to him as he held the canister over his head. With that, he emptied his revolver against Tank and watched in horror as the bullets simply bounced off his chest. Tank stopped twenty feet short of Jonathan and simply laughed. "A van didn’t stop me, and your car didn’t stop me. What makes you think that your puny cop bullets will stop me? You’re a fool and as I have always said, no one can stop Tank"

Jonathan decided then and there that if he couldn’t stop Tank, then at least he wouldn’t get the canister. "Your powerful, I grant you that, but there is no way you will get this". With that, Jonathan threw the canister with his left hand to Tank and shot it six times with his revolver in his right hand. Six holes went into the canister and six streams of liquid started to spill out. Jonathan thought to himself that he had hoped the canister would have simply destroyed itself. Tank saw that and couldn’t believe this cop had beaten him. He watched as the canister hit his body and fell at his feet. Rage built inside Tank as this punk cop had managed to beat him after all. Well, he thought to himself. If he did beat him, it would be the last thing he ever did. "Yeah, you beat me punk, but you will never live to tell anyone." Tank picked up the canister and noticed that the liquid was sticky and real thick. It was sticking to him and forming strings from the pool at his feet. He threw the canister at Jonathan with all his might. The liquid, which was sticking to Tank, formed a trail between Jonathan and himself. As he threw the cylinder, he intended for the cylinder to impale into Jonathan's chest and kill him.

Jonathan saw the canister and the only reaction he could think of was to raise his gun and fire the seventh shot hoping to at least deflect the canister. The shot hit true but didn’t deflect the canister as he had hoped; instead the last bullet shattered the canister. The remaining contents splashed against Jonathan covering his body in the thick sticky liquid. Neither Jonathan, nor Tank cared about that though. As the liquid covered Jonathan, it began to light up brightly. The liquid was starting to transfer some energy from Tank to Jonathan. At this point the only thing either one of them could feel was PAIN. The liquid connecting them flared with the pure Cosmic energy which Tank harnessed. Sending spasms of white-hot intense pains through Jonathan and Tank. Both combatants dropped to their knees as the liquid ignited to a bright white color. The area around them flared with the light of a sun for one minute before the liquid dissipated. Tank had collapsed unconscious during the first seconds of this, but Jonathan refused to yield to the pain. He would not give up as he saw Tank drop unconscious. It wasn’t until the liquid had vanished that Jonathan dropped into unconsciousness.

He awoke in the hospital to a smiling beautiful woman's face. He looked around and saw that he was lying there, no apparent burns or injuries. Confused, he asked, "What is going on?" "Hello Jonathan, I am glad that you're finally awake." "I am Doctor Angela Masterson, Jonathan, and I have been taking care of you," the very beautiful woman said. As Jonathan started to get up, he fell back out of breath. "Easy there, you have been in a coma for three months now. You cant just get up and go chase people. You're going to have to take it slow and easy for awhile till you regain your strength"

She went and explained to him that he had been unconscious for three months. He shouldn’t worry, as there were no apparent burns or any markings on him to show that he had been through anything extraordinary. He was in all effects, quite fit and fine. She was going to make him go through four months of sick leave for a recovery period to make sure there was nothing that was going to show itself given time. She also told him, that she was going to be there for him through every step of his recovery. She was his physician as she helped to develop the mixture and felt responsible for his accident with it. She felt responsible for the death of her colleague Dr. Angstrom. What they were working on should never have been the target of something so evil and vile as Tank. Never again would she try to promote this project. She also was best qualified having known the intricacies of the mixture itself. Jonathan asked, "What of Tank? Is he alive? Where is he?" Angela explained that Tank had been in a coma for a month and during that time, he was in ICU. Then when he started showing signs of awakening, he was transferred to PRIMUS for more care.

It wasn’t until a month after he recovered the he noticed something. Angela as Jonathan had begun to call her, wasn’t looking where she was going while she was walking to her car. Jonathan had seen the bus coming from the corner of his eye. As he yelled to her, he knew it was going to be too late. He tried to run there but he knew that he was going to be too late. He knew that he just couldn’t let her get hit by that bus. No one would ever again die because he couldn’t act. His strain to get there must have done something. For and instant all around him, he saw white, then he was pushing her clear of the oncoming bus in the last possible instant.

He had traversed a distance of fifty feet in one second, in time to get Angela out of the way of the bus. He lay there on top of her and felt uncomfortable. Not because of his position, but because his clothes seemed tight. Angela looked at him; she couldn’t believe what almost happened. "You saved my life, I can't believe that I wasn’t looking where I was going." She said in disbelief. Then, she too noticed that his clothes seemed not to be fitting him well. They seemed real tight on him. "Jonathan, have you been watching your weight?" she asked quizzically. As Jonathan stood up, he immediately noticed something. He was filling out all his clothes now; his muscles had fully developed as if he had worked for years to get to this point. He looked over to Angela. "What is happening? How am I so muscular now?" Jonathan was starting to worry. Perhaps something had happened back there with Tank.

Angela stood up and walked to him and said, "I don’t know, but were going to find out. I think though, that maybe you had better let me analyze you at my home. I don’t think this is something that the hospital need to be aware of."

During the next three months, Jonathan was off on his sick leave and he was spending more and more time with Angela Masterson. They were now exploring all that had happened to him in her well-furnished lab at home. They found that indeed, something did happen to him. From what Angela had been able to determine, the connection of liquid from Tank to Jonathan must have caused Tanks’ Cosmic energy to be somehow transferred to Jonathan. Jonathan’s rage induced adrenaline, along with his biochemical makeup had allowed him to receive this energy instead of destroying him when that much energy had coursed through his body. They also found that Jonathan could not access this power at first, it must have been the panic induced fear that allowed him to finally access this power. His size difference is just the enormous power coursing through his body now. They worked hard for that three months. Working so close that they had fallen in love.

Jonathan and Angela found that Jonathan could now fly at incredible speeds. He could lift a tank over his head and carry it into the air. He no longer needed to breathe, something he found quite disconcerting. No longer did he tire. Jonathan hadn’t slept in months, but always felt fine. Jonathan found out quite accidentally one day that he could project energy from his hands. He and Angela were practicing his flying by having him catch a football in the air. Angela not being used to the game kept making him hit the dirt or a tree that was around. She was having so much fun but it was embarrassing for Jonathan. He decided that the next throw, he would simply be there for. No more dirt in his face he thought to himself. She threw the ball over his head, and he flew to it best he could. Jonathan had misjudged the distance and was three feet short. "No!" he cried and reached his hands outward. White energy leapt from his outstretched hands and destroyed the football in mid-air. Jonathan was stunned and simply floated to the ground, looking at his hands.

Following that, Angela had formed her hypothesis that he could do anything he thought of. That she gathered from all her information on Tank, and on how Jonathan was showing new ‘tricks' almost daily now. "This Cosmic Energy that is now part of you can be manipulated at your will and controlled to do whatever you think of. Energy is just that, it can't be destroyed; only changed. If you want to fly, you change your energy into defying gravity and flying. The same thing for all the other ‘tricks’ that you can do. Your enhanced musculature and endurance is the result that your body is running at peak efficiency all the time. You now draw your strength from the very cosmos." She explained to him one day.

During his fourth month of sick leave, he spent most of his time perfecting his new abilities. He would go out at night and practice in the open and ‘help’ in secrecy where he could. Angela was collecting all the data she could on him and what had happened. She knew what he was capable of even if he didn’t. She knew that his power would continue to grow. He eventually would be one very powerful person. She knew that the governments of the world would learn to both fear and respect him. She felt that it was her job to help him wherever she could. Including erasing all records of his hospital stay and the tests they ran there. No one must know of who he was. The danger to his mom was too high. If someone could control him through her, then the world would be at his or her beck and call.

For Jonathan, this time of discovery was simply pure joy to him. He truly found that there was nothing he couldn’t do. All this power he now had. But he always remembered what his father had always told him. Be careful of what you can do. Make sure you do it wisely and responsibly. Jonathan had thought about maybe using his skills to help those that couldn’t help themselves. To stop the Tank’s of the world. He wasn’t sure if he held that kind of power, but he felt he had to try. For his fathers sake, and for his own sake.

Jonathan came to Angela one Sunday morning and took her to the roof. When she asked what he was up to, he simply lifted her and flew into the air. Angela didn’t mind being in the air with him. She loved flying with Jonathan. This she thought, was the one thing that simply couldn’t be beat. She wasn’t worried when he climbed upward, for they had flown high to avoid the planes. When the sky became dark though, she was starting to get worried. She really started to panic when she saw the Earth start to shrink and she realized that she was in Space! No suit, no protective clothing, nothing, yet she was alive and well and Jonathan was simply smiling. They cruised upward and after only five minutes, they were coming to land on the Moon. The Moon! She simply couldn’t believe it. Here she was, standing next to the Apollo spacecraft that landed in the sixties. She was terrified, and simply couldn’t let go of Jonathan. When he forced her to let go, she screamed and heard herself! "How can I talk?" she said. "Well, the other day, I was looking real close as to what made atmosphere and found that I could make it too. I also found that I could surround others with it." Jonathan explained to her. "My god, is there anything you can't do?" Angela said, as she was calming down. With that, Jonathan smiled that silly smirk he had when he developed when he was totally pleased with himself. They spent five hours up on the moon, talking of things that had been, and what Jonathan wanted to now do with his life. He had planned to stay in the police to know when he could be of help to them. He also said that he wanted to combat crime and help those that couldn’t defend themselves against people like Tank. Angela knew this was coming and had been trying to prepare herself for this for months now. He was like a young god now, so pure and noble, but lacking the knowledge of how powerful he really was. She had decided to help him. For herself, and those that he could help.

"Angela?" Jonathan said which startled her. "Yes?" she replied. "I have been thinking of something else too. I know that I need you, I know that there is so much that you have helped me with. So much as far as these abilities and how to use them I learned from you. But one important thing I have learned from you is love. I love you, and I want you to be with me always." Jonathan sort of stammered out. "Angela, I want you to be my wife." Jonathan said, as he bent down on one knee and held out his hand to touch hers.

"Jonathan, of course I will marry you. I too am in love with you and want to spend my days with you. I want to be there for you and to further help you in your abilities." Angela said as she smiled greatly. Here she was, standing on the moon, and this man was kneeling down like a knight of old, asking for her to marry him. God, how she loved this man before her.

"OH YES! YES! YES! YES!" Jonathan exclaimed! He then leaped upward simply screaming yes all the way. When he landed, he had to start talking to her right away. "Now when we get back, I want to get married right away, in Vegas! Then I want our honeymoon in Hawaii. After that, we can start on this new career. No more will people have to fear others like Tank! Their time is DONE!" he blurted out to her. "Oh Jonathan, that sounds great, I cant wait for it all to begin...... " she said... then grew silent. She remembered today while Jonathan was out, that Tank had broken out of PRIMUS. He was loose again. "Jonathan, I have to tell you something. I found out earlier today while you were out. Tank has broken out. He’s loose again." "Oh no, not him again! When? Where? How? God not him again. How many more will he kill?" Jonathan stuttered out. "Someone has to stop him, now, before he kills again". With that, Jonathan took Angela in his arms and headed home. In such a rush was he that he made it home in less than two minutes. Angela had to close her eyes as it was simply too much, too fast for her. When she opened them, they were standing on a rooftop in downtown New York City. Below them, was a scene to make her sick. The police were scattered all around a bank opening. Cars were thrown about like toys, and in the center of it all was Tank. "I picked up an emergency call with my hearing" Jonathan told her. "Jonathan, you can't go down there, you don’t know the full extent of your powers yet." She tried to explain. "Tell it to those poor cops down there, dead or dying because no one has the power to stop Tank. Well, maybe I don’t have enough power, but I will die before I let him hurt someone else. This has to stop now and today finally" Jonathan exclaimed. With that, he jumped off the roof and descended towards Tank. Angela thought to herself that she wasn’t worried about Jonathan, she was worried about Tank. She didn’t mean he didn’t have enough power, she meant, that he was absolutely more powerful than Tank. She knew what Tank was capable of and Jonathan’s power was far greater than his was. She guessed it was due to his high adrenaline when the transfer took place. With that, she decided she had to help and headed off towards the elevators.

Tank was enjoying himself finally again. Tank mused to himself; "Those clowns at PRIMUS had me him too long this time. They were almost getting to the annoying point. Well, now I am free again and this city is going to pay for keeping me locked up. I need some spending money and this bank was as good as any. Too bad those cops got in the way, but hey, their problem not his. Hope their widows don’t mind."

Just as he was about to enter the bank again, he noticed something strange. Someone was flying down to him. Cool power he thought, always thought that would be cool to do, too bad he couldn’t do that. As the man landed, Tank looked him over. He looks tough, but also looks scared. "Hey Meat, what do you want here? This ant no place for little flyboys." Tank said to this tall man. "I’m not here just to fly, I’m here to make sure you go back to jail before anyone else gets hurt. Your time is done Tank; never again will anyone else have to stand back while you have your way. " The tall man said to Tank. Tank thought about what he said, and how he said it, he had heard that voice, but didn’t recognize it. "Oh man, you were doing okay, till you up and told me what to do and threatened to take me back to jail. No one can do that to Tank. No one can stop Tank, I am the strongest there is!" Tank boasted. With that, he moved and hit this tall man. The hit sent the man into a car and it crumbled around him. "Not my best, but not bad. Damn, forgot to ask the loser his name. Oh well. Next time haha." Tank started towards the bank again but stopped when he heard the sound of metal being torn. He turned around and looked at the car where the man was. The tall man was climbing out of the car and didn’t even look hurt. Wow Tank thought, I must be slowing down. With that, he rushed to the man and hit him with all his might this time. The man went hurdling down an alleyway now. He slammed into a car parked in the alley. He had traveled at least 50 feet down the alley and was now buried in a car again. Tank was taking no chances now; he was running to the man to finish him off.

After Jonathan had landed, he told Tank that he was going to jail, then Tank hit him harder than he had ever known. He hurt from that punch. Oh, the car didn’t hurt him, but the initial punch did. He knew that Tank was stronger than he was. He just hoped he could bring him in to pay for his crimes. When he crawled out of the car, he was beginning to notice that he wasn’t hurt. He was fine. Tank had hit him and he was fine. Then Tank came at him again and hit him even harder. He was hit into another car down some alley. This time, he was ready for it. The punch didn’t hurt, but sort of shook him a little.

The car didn’t hurt even this time. Maybe, just maybe he did have a chance against Tank. It was then that Tank met him at the second car.

"Alright punk, you have my attention now. It has been some time since anyone gave me a real fight" Tank told him. With that, he swung, but Jonathan was ready and simply reached his hand out and caught Tanks’ punch and stopped it. Tank couldn’t believe this was happening. Here he was, the strongest there was, stopped by some stranger. Again he swung and as before this tall man caught his punch. Worse, this man was squeezing Tanks’ hands and they were starting to hurt. Jonathan was thinking to himself. Can I truly be this powerful? Tank has never been stopped, never been hurt. Here I stand going one on one with him, and I am winning easily. My God, what kind of power do I now wield? "Who are you?" Tank bellowed bringing Jonathan out of his thoughts. "What? You don’t recognize me Tank, can't be that this ‘punk cop’ is hurting you?" Jonathan said with sarcasm. "Well Tank, your days of terrorizing are over now. I am here to finally stop you! Never again will you hurt or threaten anyone. You're through". With that, Jonathan started to squeeze Tanks hands. He wanted to hurt this man. Jonathan wanted this man to know the pain he had known, to know what it was like to die at the hands of another man. Forget taking him in. Tank was going to die for killing his father, for killing the Doctor. For all the crimes he has committed.

As Jonathan was squeezing Tanks’ hands, Tank fell to the ground racked with pain. The look of torment on his face only fueled Jonathan’s feelings. Just as Jonathan was about to finally do him in Jonathan heard a scream. "NOOO!" he heard Angela scream to him. "Don’t do this! He isn’t worth it! Let him GO Jonathan. Let him GO!"

With that, Jonathan felt himself loosening his grip on Tank and Tank sank to his knees in relief. Angela rushed up to Jonathan; "You can't do this, if you do, your no better than he is. I know he killed your father, but for your sanity, you can't do this. You have a great power now. Don’t waste it or play God. Use it wisely, and to help people. Be a champion for people. Help those in need. Live up to your potential." Angela pleaded with him. As Jonathan absorbed this, Tank sat there and thought, I know this guy. He is that punk cop who drained me last time. If he is now stronger than I am, then I am going to die. I need a hostage. Tank stood and grabbed Angela before Jonathan could react.

"Now, we are going to talk cop! If you the cop who tangled with me and made me lose that canister, then I owe you. I owe you big time. You cost me a cool One hundred thousand with that little maneuver. A stupid seven shot gun for petes sake. Not to mention a month in the hospital and JAIL! Man, your going to pay." Tank told Jonathan as he squeezed the throat of Angela. "You want me Tank, let her go, then just you and I. Finally to the finish if your man enough." Jonathan yelled to him.

Tank knew he needed something to distract this guy before he could take him. So, he threw his hostage into the far wall. He loved the sound of people crunching against walls.

"NOOO!" Jonathan screamed and went to her. She was crumpled against the wall and bleeding from her ears and mouth. As he held her, he tried to think of what he could do. He thought to empower her as he was. For a brief period, both of them shone like a sun. Tank had to shut his eyes to keep from being blinded. All this did however was to just help Angela breathe a little easier. "Jonathan, please forgive Tank, use your power to help people. Be a champion for them." She managed to gasp out. "One last thing, please know that I will always love you my champion, my hero." With that, she died in his arms.

Jonathan put her gently down and stood up. He turned to Tank with a blood lust in his eyes. This man, this man was responsible for so much pain in his life. Now, he was going to pay. Oh god, how he was going to pay. Tank looked at this cop and knew he screwed up. Instead of confusing him, he drove him over the edge. He started to run, but the man was there already. Grabbing Tank, the man asked, " Why, why would you do this? She was nothing to you! They were all nothing to you!"

"Because I like the feeling of power, there ain't nothing like it in the world. The feeling of total power" Tank spat back at him. If he were to die today, then he would do it on his terms. "So, you want power huh, you lust for power. Well little man, if power is what you want, then power is what you shall have. I won't kill you. But, I will make you pay. After this day, you won't want power any longer." Jonathan told him. Then, Jonathan thought about what he was going to do. If Angela could forgive this man, then he would honor her last request. He wouldn’t kill him, but he would make him wish he were dead. Energy flowed from Jonathan to Tank. At first, Tank liked it, then loved it. He had more power than he ever thought possible. But, it wasn’t stopping. It was starting to hurt now; in fact it was starting to burn. More and more energy flowed into Tank. Until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he screamed out in pain. He collapsed soon afterward but still Jonathan didn’t let up. He kept at it for five minutes until he was sure that Tank couldn’t take anymore and was burnt out. Then, he let Tank go and picked up Angela and carried her out front where the police and PRIMUS was gathering. During the confusion, he remembered laying her down and answering some basic questions. All he could remember where her last words to him. Be a champion for people and use your powers wisely.

In the days that followed, he buried Angela at her family's farm in Idaho. From her simple beginnings led her to help with someone who would do well for the world. Jonathan thought to himself, if Tank used this Cosmic Power for evil and selfishness, then he would use it for good. To help those in need, and to stop those that others couldn’t. At the end of the month, he started back up to his job again. He fashioned a costume for himself. He would now always keep an ear out for more trouble than the police could handle. Then, he would don his costume and lend his power to anyone that would need it. His Cosmic Power would be a force for good. Now and forever, he would be Cosmic Herald.