[b]A year ago:[/b]

William Batson died. William Batson had died at 11:09 that Wednesday. His lungs stopped breathing, and his heart stopped beating in his chest. He left behind a miserable wife, and their adult son. But at 11:14, lightning struck the building. And somehow, the lightning bolt brought him back to life, like a defibrillator. The doctors were shocked upon seeing his vitals returning. William sat up, again, the doctors rushing to him. They told him what had happened, and William laughed.

“You telling me I died?” The doctor nodded, William chuckled again. He remembered what he had dreamed about when he died. The rock in the middle of nowhere, the really big, old guy telling him he was chosen for greatness. William chalked it all up to a near death experience. But as he got oriented, again, the docotrs ran their tests, William asked one simple thing of the doctor.

“H-hey.. Doctor Jones, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, Mr.Batson?” The doctor said, as he turned his head to the elderly man.

“Can.. I have my phone?” William asked him.

The doctor scoffed. “ Yeah. I'd imagine you'd want to call your wife.” Handing William his cellphone, from the table a few meters out of William's reach.

“Something like that.” William said, as he started dialing the number to his lawyer, and then he'd call the priest.

[i]My wedding vows were technically till death do us part.[/i]

[b]Present Day, Central City[/b]

The city had, in the last year, been through a lot. With the scarlet speedster going missing in the battle a year ago. Central City had been abandoned by it's greatest protector, the Flash. And the morale of the city has taken a serious hit. As have the rest of the world in the past year. But, as surely as there's gonna be people commiting crimes, there will always be someone there to stop them.

As was the case today, outside the First Bank Of Central City, Where the ice-powered villain, Captain Cold, and his hired guns robbed the bank. The police were unable to do anything to the group. But luckily, one senior citizen was shopping nearby, and as always, he was reminded of his dream that he had a year ago.

But the past year had proved it to be something so much more than just a out of body experience. It had given him purpose in life. But, it had also given him power. Power to do good. To make a difference.

William smiled, as he walked out of the coffee shop, being met by sirens zooming past him, to get to the bank. His mood was cheerful, as he walked into an alley, a homeless guy laid against a dumpster, sleeping. William got out a 20 dollar bill, and handed it to him.

“Don't buy drugs, please.” The older man told the 20-ish homeless guy, whom nodded, as he rose up, and headed out of the alley, peaking back into the Alley, as William cracked his neck.

[b]SHAZAM[/b]
The bolt of lightning came down from the clear sky, hitting William, and changing the weak old man into the champion of justice, Captain Marvel.

The Captain cracked his knuckles, as he flew up into the air. The homeless guy couldn't believe his eyes over what he had seen.

William quickly flew towards the bank, where the six thugs, plus the icey villain were suppressing the police. “Betcha you miss the speedster now, haha! Happy Anniversary, Flash!” The Captain shouted, as he fired his cooling rays from the weapon in hand. The guy was a psycho, someone who belonged in Arkham, at best.

But William had a urge. An urge to mess with Cold. He landed out of eyesight of the captain, turning a few heads as he did so. But in the next moment, he started sprinting, faster than the speed of sound, making him appear as nothing but a red and gold blur. 

He ran in between the police vehicles, turning heads as he did. “What the frozen hell?!” Captain Cold exclaimed, as two of his henchmen were thrown around by the blur. The scarlet hero avoiding gunfire and frost-blasts, spinning around a few times, before he stopped in front of the police cars.

A slight gasp was heard from the policemen behind him, as Captain Marvel lowered the white hood on his face. “Sorry to disappoint, Cold. But I'm not Flash. But I felt a homage to him was in order.”

The villain got furious, firing his weapon at the hero. But Marvel didn't budge. His strength allowed him to break through the ice that formed on his body. And when he had finally had enough of the captain shooting at him, he rose up his hand, a bolt of lightning erupted from his palm, hitting the Frosty Villain in the chest, rendering him unconscious.

“You've been knocked out [i]Cold[/i]” Marvel exclaimed, a chuckle being heard from behind him. William remembered The Flash, he was a charming, and witty guy. He made people laugh when he cleared up a scene, and that's how he inspired people. But, the man still had another task to do.

He flew back to the alley, and returned to his regular state, finding his cellphone in his pocket, he'd have to reschedule dinner with his Son, he had.. Other activites to attend to, playing with the ring he had in his pocket.

He sent a text to his offspring, saying that he had a last-minute doctors appointment, and that they'd have to reschedule, as he put the ring on his finger, and pressed the device, teleporting him to the watchtower.