Tom Bronson sits on his couch. In one hand, he holds a beer. In the other, he flicks his remote control. Nothing good is on TV. Nothing at all. He turns the TV off and stands up. Moving towards his window, Bronson looks out of it. He sees the people of New York City doing what they do.
He could see the lights of the Justice Society of America building only a few blocks away in Battery Park. It was only recently that Tom's father, Ted Grant, had come into his life. For all of his years, Tom knew that he was the son of the world famous superhero Wildcat, but he had never had any intention of being a son. He knew that his father didn't care. He probably didn't even want to be a father.
Tom was done moping. He looked out on the streets and saw a man walk by a young lady. It was the classic superhero situation. The man stole her purse. Tom Bronson focused and released his inner self; his "wild cat." Tom Bronson suddenly transformed into a beast looking cat creature and bounded out of his window. He sweeped the street and bounded towards the burglar. "I've got you now..."Tom said to himself.
Just then, the burglar turned around and saw the giant cat creature. "What the-?!?" He screamed, but it was too late. Wildcat had gotten to him. "Give the lady back her purse," Tom gently told the thief.
"Alright, alright!" The thief yelled back. "Just don't eat me, ok?" The thief threw back the purse, got up, and started running down the street. "Why would I eat you?" Wildcat said, but the thief was long gone.
Everyone was scared of him. Of Tom. This form he could turn into... this "Wild Cat." Everyone hated him for it. The young lady whose purse had been taken approached Tom. "Umm..." she said. "Are you safe?"
"Of course I'm safe," Tom replied. "Here's your purse back, Miss...?"
"Rice. Nicole Rice," she said in a somewhat scared manner. She took the purse and looked up at Tom, questionably. "So..." she started to say. "You're like that super hero in Australia? The one in the Global Guardians? Tasmanian Devil?"
"Sort of," Tom answered. "Want to talk about this more back at my place?" Oh, god. Now he's done it. Tom just asked the lady he was rescuing back to his apartment. Ted Grant wouldn't have ever done that. That's not how the veterans did it. They save the lady, then go save some more.
"Sure," Nicole answered. Did she just say sure? Tom was surprised. Was superheroics supposed to work like this? If so, maybe Tom Bronson wouldn't mind being Wildcat. He took Nicole back to his apartment and then slipped into the bathroom. "What are you doing?" She asked him.
"I figured you wouldn't want to see me transform," Tom answered. "How personal can you get on your first day of knowing someone, right?"
"I don't know..." Nicole answered. "Is this your furball on the couch?"
"Uh..." Tom asnwered. He came out of the bathroom, fully transformed back into a human.
"Wow," Nicole answered. "So you're like a werewolf? Minus the full moon part?"
"Yeah," Tom answered. "Like Tasmanian Devil, like you said early... minus the gay part." Tom said, winking in her direction.
"Hahaha!" Nicole said. "I guess we'll have to figure that one out, won't we?"
Tom smiled and got Nicole on the couch. Super heroics definetly weren't looking to bad now. Not at all.