Hero of the City

Chapter 1: The Fake Prophesy

Notes: PLEASE READ There are spoilers from season 1, but small hints from things from season 2 and 3. It's not exactly enough for me to think it's very spoilery, so as long as if you've seen season 1, then it will be fine. As always, this story is fairly tame except for a few sad parts. I tend to draw from a lot of personal experiences so that's mostly why some thing are pretty dramatic. I will put warnings in front of the chapter as I go. Also this story I have completed so one chapter should be released every other day. I hope you enjoy!

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Not even jail was enough to stop him.

Tippy uncovered his Master Criminal outfit. He'd barely been out of jail for one day, and already he had his next plan set in motion. Tippy had unfinished business with the Mars door, and he intended to find it, no matter what it took. Fortunately, being a doorman granted him knowledge otherwise forbidden to him. He knew, for instance, that the Mars door was being held in the science lab for testing. Of course, without the chosen doorman, they'd never be able to use their science equipment to tap into the magical properties of the portal.

He slipped on his outfit. Everyone in the city knew this outfit belonged to him, so it was hardly a disguise, but that didn't matter. He just needed its dark color scheme to blend in with the shadows.

He glanced at his utility belt to make sure he had everything. He had a few lock picks, a grappling hook, a screwdriver, and black spray paint. That was everything he'd need for this mission.

He went onto the roof of his apartment complex and looked over the edge. Lights twinkled in the darkness. He readied his hook, then with only the smallest of hesitations, he dove down into the city lights. Wind whipped around him as he fell, but then, at the precise moment, he aimed, then shot the hook over to the next building. The momentum brought him into a stomach-dropping swing that reminded him of the weightless feeling of being in space. His days as the Master Criminal taught him how to be skilled with a grappling hook, as well as deceptive and stealthy. But it was all a means to an end. Soon, he wouldn't need any of those skills. Opening the door of Paradoors would require him to be a strong, worthy individual. No more skulking around in the shadows; it was finally time for him to step into the light and claim what was rightfully his: his crown.

Tippy got into a rhythm of swinging between the buildings, and eventually, he arrived. He landed on top of the science lab and moved over to a large vent, using his screwdriver to open the metal frame, revealing the darkness beyond. This vent would lead straight into the hallways of the laboratory, but beyond that, he'd have to trust his instincts to lead him to the door. He let out a nervous breath, then crawled inside.

The tight space pressed coldly around him in the pitch-black, but he kept moving forward. A faint glow emanated ahead, and he came across another opening of the vent. He peeked between the metal bars, seeing only a dimly lit hallway below, devoid of scientists or any other people. Just as he'd hoped.

In the corner of his vision, a small red dot flickered on a security camera. Before he left the vents, he'd have to take care of that. He carefully unscrewed the grate and placed it next to him, then he uncapped his black spray paint and sprayed it onto the camera to block its lens. He jumped out and landed silently on the tiled floor.

The hallway stretched ahead and behind him, lined with doors. The Mars door could be anywhere in this facility. But he wouldn't give up now, even if he had to check every single room in this building.

Was it just him, or did one of these doors seem...different? He went over to the door and stuck his lock pick into the lock, moving it around until the door obeyed him and opened.