Dammit. 

Booker panted heavily as he turned around slowly to see the destruction that was caused from the very recent battle. He felt like his body was going to tear itself apart if he didn't do something, but it wasn't safe to just let all of that energy out at once, especially in a populated area. He knew the dangers of it and he wasn't going to rick so many lives for his own safety. It being on the edge of death was the price that he had to pay for keeping his city calm and almost crime-free. The energy surged through his body, giving the people and reporters around him the appearance that electricity was flowing through his body. Because of the amount of energy stored in his body, his usual electric-blue eyes were now an impossibly light and vivid blue color. His bark blue mask that had covered many parts of his face made sure that he wouldn't be discovered while in civilian attire, and his x-men like body suit had armoring that changed his physique to make him seem slightly bigger and stronger than he actually was, the main colors being a dark blue, gunmetal grey, and a dark black. Unlike most of the other heroes, he didn't really have any insignia or logo that would make people identify him as "The Blue Blur" Or simply just "Blur" in many cases. 

Many areas of the park had been either charred, singed, or still burning. Scorch may have been fairly weak again Booker, but unlike Booker, he had no limits to his use of powers, and could keep launching fire at the hero until he exploded of energy in a bomb-like fashion. Scorch had left the area about twenty minutes ago, and if Booker wasn't filled to the brim with energy, he might have considered going after him. More minutes passed at the hero simply stood there, prompting the reporters to encircle him and send a barrage of questions his way. 

"Blur, will you be going after Scorch?" 
"What are you going to do about the park?" 
"Blue Blur, did any civilians escape unharm- Is that Vomit?" 

The reporters all took steps away from him as he nearly collapsed on the ground and began to vomit. The thing about having so much energy inside him, is that it would sometimes get to his nerves and cause him to do things uncontrollably. After he was done spilling out his lunch, he slowly got up from his spot on the ground and looked around. "I will catch him, but not today. He got away this time, but the next time will be different." He spoke quickly as he released a small burst of plasma around him, causing everyone to look away from him and giving his the chance to escape from the reporters. His body ached from the fight, and it didn't help that he was still a ticking bomb full of energy. He made his way to an alleyway and leaned up against a wall for support, his body now starting to feel the full effects from not only the extensive use of his powers, but also from the recent fight. His legs gave out on him and he collapsed to the ground, his mask dislodging from it's place on his face but still managing to stay on just a little. His sight was the next thing to go, but he was still doing his best to hold on to his consciousness as he lay there on the ground in the empty alleyway, crawling slowly forward until his arms gave out as well, then finally his consciousness.

Little did he know, a certain organization dealing with forming groups of people like him was watching his every move from a distance.