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This is another digital painting of my Golden Age hero OC, the Blue Comet. I made up a story to help inform the picture, so here it is!

The reporter had been chasing leads on this mysterious figure that had taken up residence in Skyview City, this urban legend. They called him a force of nature - a man of incredible stature and build who burned with an otherworldly blue flame, with the strength of twenty men, who could lift a car and could shrug off a whole gang of attackers. They called him the scourge of the underworld - an azure avenging fury who pursued mobsters and gangsters, bringing them to swift and certain justice no matter how ruthless and powerful they were. But she wanted to see this for herself. The reporter was determined to get the scoop of the century, a story that would make her the number one reporter in the country with a bullet: she would find the Blue Comet... and unmask him.

It was ten minutes after midnight. She had been shocked out of her sleep by a phone call - one of her informants who usually tipped her off to scoops, calling her in the dead of night to let her know a jewelry store was about to get knocked over - a new gang of hoods had just blown into town and were looking to get their cut of the city's valuable goods, and they were notorious for having eluded the police while being active in three other states. The reporter only needed to know which store was being targeted - as soon as she got the location from her source, she was dressed and out the door, burning rubber like there was no tomorrow. Because she knew that someone else would be there to stop the robbery - the person she was looking for.

She pulled up to the jewelry store - only to find there was no sign of a break in. No broken glass, no door forced open. Because the robbery had never even gotten to happen. Instead, she saw several men laid out on the pavement. And there, glowing in the dim dark of night, a calling card of her quarry: footprints of blue fire glowing in the darkness.

The reporter followed them quickly, chasing the story that would make her immortal. The small patches of flame led her to an abandoned building, and she could hear sounds coming from the roof. Shouting. She bolted in through a door left open, going for the stairs. The sounds got louder as she went, painting her a picture of the situation. Two men, angry and scared. Probably members of the gang of jewel thieves. "Stay back, you freak! Or I swear, we'll shoot!" "Yeah, you might be strong enough to handle our boys, masked man, but you ain't bulletproof!" The reporter's heart raced. She had heard all those crazy stories about the Blue Comet - about how he could jump from one block to another in one leap, about how he could supposedly walk through walls... but what if those were just stories? What if this vigilante hero wasn't as powerful as people said he was? What if he fooled around and got himself killed, gunned down in cold blood, before she could get her scoop? What if... this person who had been trying to wrest the city from the grip of the mob, finally ran out of whatever luck had protected him - and Skyview City lost her guardian angel?

She burst out the door that led to the rooftop, her heart stopping at the sight before her.

He stood there, picturesque like some ancient colossus chiseled from granite as the moonlight fell upon him. In one hand, the collar of one of the jewel thieves as he knelt on the ground, fear etched into his eyes as he looked upon the giant who held him fast. In the other hand, the other jewel thief - hoisted high above his head, unconscious, like some sort of trophy. And on the ground a few feet away, what appeared to be handguns - melting into slag under tongues of blue flame.

The reporter was lost for words. Here he was. She didn't think she'd get to actually see this man, thought he'd be just some kook in some funny getup pulling some hoax just to get in the papers. But no, he was real. And seeing him felt... indescribable. The Blue Comet was real.

He turned towards her, hearing her approach - she wasn't even aware that she had been walking towards him, so lost in the moment she was. Even while wearing the mask, the mystery man wore an expression of pleasant surprise, like he was meeting a new friend - despite the current situation. "Hear tell you've been looking high and low for me, miss. Much as I'd love to do an interview, I'm afraid I'll have to take a rain check." The Blue Comet sets the unconscious man down on the ground, then looks at the frightened goon - with a scowl that could melt steel. The thief cowers into a quivering mass of humanity, to terrified to move. "Hope you'll be happy with these two gentlemen as your scoop. Don't worry - they won't give you any fuss. If they know what's good for them." The masked man steps to the edge of the building, and the reporter finally finds her voice. "Wait! You can't go - my story!"

The Blue Comet turns to look at her one more time, a smile on his face. "Another time." As he speaks, a bright blue flame slowly surrounds him, and he leaps off the building - taking off like he was shot out of a cannon, looking like an actual blue comet streaking across town and out of view.

I know that was wordy, but that was the story in my head as I painted this out. Hope you like it - comment your thoughts below!

Description
This is another digital painting of my Golden Age hero OC, the Blue Comet. I made up a story to help inform the picture, so here it is!

The reporter had been chasing leads on this mysterious figure that had taken up residence in Skyview City, this urban legend. They called him a force of nature - a man of incredible stature and build who burned with an otherworldly blue flame, with the strength of twenty men, who could lift a car and could shrug off a whole gang of attackers. They called him the scourge of the underworld - an azure avenging fury who pursued mobsters and gangsters, bringing them to swift and certain justice no matter how ruthless and powerful they were. But she wanted to see this for herself. The reporter was determined to get the scoop of the century, a story that would make her the number one reporter in the country with a bullet: she would find the Blue Comet... and unmask him.

It was ten minutes after midnight. She had been shocked out of her sleep by a phone call - one of her informants who usually tipped her off to scoops, calling her in the dead of night to let her know a jewelry store was about to get knocked over - a new gang of hoods had just blown into town and were looking to get their cut of the city's valuable goods, and they were notorious for having eluded the police while being active in three other states. The reporter only needed to know which store was being targeted - as soon as she got the location from her source, she was dressed and out the door, burning rubber like there was no tomorrow. Because she knew that someone else would be there to stop the robbery - the person she was looking for.

She pulled up to the jewelry store - only to find there was no sign of a break in. No broken glass, no door forced open. Because the robbery had never even gotten to happen. Instead, she saw several men laid out on the pavement. And there, glowing in the dim dark of night, a calling card of her quarry: footprints of blue fire glowing in the darkness.

The reporter followed them quickly, chasing the story that would make her immortal. The small patches of flame led her to an abandoned building, and she could hear sounds coming from the roof. Shouting. She bolted in through a door left open, going for the stairs. The sounds got louder as she went, painting her a picture of the situation. Two men, angry and scared. Probably members of the gang of jewel thieves. "Stay back, you freak! Or I swear, we'll shoot!" "Yeah, you might be strong enough to handle our boys, masked man, but you ain't bulletproof!" The reporter's heart raced. She had heard all those crazy stories about the Blue Comet - about how he could jump from one block to another in one leap, about how he could supposedly walk through walls... but what if those were just stories? What if this vigilante hero wasn't as powerful as people said he was? What if he fooled around and got himself killed, gunned down in cold blood, before she could get her scoop? What if... this person who had been trying to wrest the city from the grip of the mob, finally ran out of whatever luck had protected him - and Skyview City lost her guardian angel?

She burst out the door that led to the rooftop, her heart stopping at the sight before her.

He stood there, picturesque like some ancient colossus chiseled from granite as the moonlight fell upon him. In one hand, the collar of one of the jewel thieves as he knelt on the ground, fear etched into his eyes as he looked upon the giant who held him fast. In the other hand, the other jewel thief - hoisted high above his head, unconscious, like some sort of trophy. And on the ground a few feet away, what appeared to be handguns - melting into slag under tongues of blue flame.

The reporter was lost for words. Here he was. She didn't think she'd get to actually see this man, thought he'd be just some kook in some funny getup pulling some hoax just to get in the papers. But no, he was real. And seeing him felt... indescribable. The Blue Comet was real.

He turned towards her, hearing her approach - she wasn't even aware that she had been walking towards him, so lost in the moment she was. Even while wearing the mask, the mystery man wore an expression of pleasant surprise, like he was meeting a new friend - despite the current situation. "Hear tell you've been looking high and low for me, miss. Much as I'd love to do an interview, I'm afraid I'll have to take a rain check." The Blue Comet sets the unconscious man down on the ground, then looks at the frightened goon - with a scowl that could melt steel. The thief cowers into a quivering mass of humanity, to terrified to move. "Hope you'll be happy with these two gentlemen as your scoop. Don't worry - they won't give you any fuss. If they know what's good for them." The masked man steps to the edge of the building, and the reporter finally finds her voice. "Wait! You can't go - my story!"

The Blue Comet turns to look at her one more time, a smile on his face. "Another time." As he speaks, a bright blue flame slowly surrounds him, and he leaps off the building - taking off like he was shot out of a cannon, looking like an actual blue comet streaking across town and out of view.

I know that was wordy, but that was the story in my head as I painted this out. Hope you like it - comment your thoughts below!