He woke up.
  That was the only way to describe what he felt. He felt like he finally broke out of chains that had been trapping him for years. Jason Parker was his name, but he really didn't know anymore. Black Skull was not Jason Parker, not from his point of view. Jason Parker is a quiet, nerdy kid that mostly keeps to himself. But Black Skull is a wise cracking, jokester that happens to be a vigilante. The only time he feels like Jason Parker as Black Skull is when he's around Night.
  "Ugh," he groaned, cracking open his eyes, "that was one hell of a hangover."
  "Oh great, you're awake," Night said from across the room. Her costume and mask were on, but her hood was down.
  He sat up, clutching his ribcage. It burned like fire, Jason didn't know why. Guess we're in Jason Parker mode right now, meh, guess it's not time for joking. He usually chose whether to think in a normal mindset or as a crime fighter. Normal was only in the real world and around Night.
  "Why does my ribcage burn?" He shook his head, reaching up to check for his mask.
  "I might've punched you in frustration...a lot."
  "Sounds legit," Jason shrugged, relieved that his mask was over his eyes.
  "What do you remember?"
  "Um..." Jason frowned, "you were confused by everything I said, then I looked in a mirror and looked totally different. Before that, everything. It was like a weird dream...was it?"
  "No," Night sighed. "After you came back your appearance was altered, your voice sounded the same but honestly all guys sound alike. I'd been transferring between schools for some time, taking bases in differing parts of Eximius City. When I first heard you, I was confused, but just figured you were a coincidence or something. You never told me your name so I couldn't confirm anything. Also I didn't know if you used a voice changer around me."
  "I never used one when talking to you," he assured, standing up, "but do you know how I was changed?"
  "My best bet is that you were taken by a government group, and they couldn't figure out your amnesia, so they just tried to reboot your life. Jason...I did some research on you, I'm sorry about your parents."
  "Don't be," Jason pursed his lips, "they never cared about me. Its yours that were worse, I was surprised you didn't run away sooner."
  "Please don't mention them," she stared at the ground, "Skull...I r-really missed you."
  He spotted small tears sliding down her face from across the room. Jason walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. She was almost taller than him now, Night was most likely six feet tall. Night took her mask off, her crystal blue eyes shimmering under tears. After 4 years away from her, he didn't want to let go, ever.
  "One question," he pulled her chin up to look at him, "did I make any friends?"
  "Me of course," Night smiled gently, "and a popular names Brian."
  "Okay a lot more questions," Jason corrected, "how old are you now? What happened to my family company? Also where are we?"
  "17," Night answered, holding back laughter, "it was passed on to the Vice President. And we are in your midtown base."
  "I'm guessing I'm...eighteen? WHAT YEAR IS IT!?"
  "2015."
  "Oh great," Jason groaned, "what happened to 2011."
  "It disappeared," Night chucked, "welcome to the age of Internet and laziness."
  "Are there flying cars yet?"
  "No."
  "Dammit," Jason said jokingly.
  "Welcome back," Night wrapped her arms around his neck.
  "I need three burritos, this is a lot to take in."
  "Oh shut up," Night pressed her lips to his.
  Of course he shut up, it wasn't often Night showed signs of affection at all. He didn't want to move again, but after coming back from apparent death he wanted to punch a lot of criminals. He opened his eyes, and Night pulled away him. They still were wrapped in a tight embrace.
  "Hey vigilantes, you in here?" The door opens up, and he pulls up Night's hood for her.
  A teenage boy walks in, probably 17. He had jet black hair, and the look girls would fight to death over. If he had the base codes he was obviously trusted by one of them. Did Night get a boyfriend? That would be awkward.
  "Night Dragon?" The teen questioned, "um, who is your boyfriend? Is Jason around here?"
  "None of your business," Night put her mask on then spun around, her voice disguiser was back on, "and no."
  "Who are you?" Jason asked, not wanting to give away his secret identity.
  "You know you sound a lot like-" the teen said, "wait. Jason? Is that you?"
  "Brian," Night said, "this is Black Skull, my mentor."
  "I thought he was dead. That sounds a lot like Jason though, but he looks different. Jason had brown hair not black. Plus with the mask I can't tell his eye color-"
"Brian, leave." Night instructed him.
"Jason has been gone for 4 days," Brian hissed, "where is he?"
"I can't tell you."
"Oh, just like everything else," Brian exploded, emphasizing every syllable, "he barely talks to me anymore, and now he's missing! Where is my friend you-"
"Stop," Jason intervened, "my name is Jason Parker, if that's who your looking for."
"No," Brian shook his head, "you look totally different."
Jason reached up to his face and pulled his mask off. Taking of the thing that hides your face is jarring, like you're exposing your darkest secret. He almost passed out from the stress of a simple act.
"Aaaaand your eyes are a different color."
"She told me you befriended my other half," Jason gestured to Night.
"Your... other half?"
"Listen," Jason walked up to the teen, towering a few inches over Brian. "I spent 3 years fighting crime, then during one battle I got amnesia while using my powers. The person that got had amnesia, was not me. I'm so sorry, but the Jason Parker you knew is gone."
"Is that true?" Brian looked towards Night, hoping that it wasn't.
"Yes."
"No," Brian swayed, putting a hand against the wall for support, "why did if have to be Jason...my friend! Can you bring him back?"
"I don't think so."
"Ugh!" Brian screamed, punching the titanium wall, his hand snapping.
"You probably just broke your hand," Night intervened, pulling Jason back.
Jason put his mask back over his eyes, his mind going into its hero mindset. He hated taking his mask off in front of anyone while his costume was on. Wait was his costume on? Skull peered down at his outfit, nope, normal clothes. While Night dragged Brian away, he figured out what room he was in. This was the infirmity, Jason was surprised he didn't recognize it earlier. He walked out the door, noting how little Night had changed in his absence. The technology was a little updated, and it the base looked a little more dusty, but everything was about the same. Jason stopped at his corridor then pressed his finger to the scanner.
  "Confirmed," the robotic voice replied, "Parker, Jason. Access denied."
  "Override," he corrected the machine, "Skull Alpha 13A7."
  "Accepted," it said. "Welcome, Black Skull."
  The door slid open, dust blowing up into his eyes. After coughing for a good minute, he went into his private sector. Nothing had moved, every gadget was exactly where he had left it. He walked through the corridor, picking up projects he had left, smoke bombs, throwing stars, and some knives. Pushed to the back of the room was his armor case, his familiar costume on a mannequin. That mannequin needs a makeover. Speaking of makeovers, I feel out of shape.
  He stopped at a mirror halfway through the room, examining his appearance. For the most part he looked the same, his hair was black- well, very dark brown. When he took his mask off, his eyes were light brown again. But he had lost a lot of muscle. Four years of not being a vigilante does that to you. He opened the glass case containing his combat suit, pulling the costume off the ugly mannequin. Jason turned back towards the mirror, but this time, he saw someone else.
  For a split second, he had flat, light brown hair and blue eyes. This self was pressing a hand to the mirror, a look of defeat in his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, but when he blinked, his reflection was normal again.
  "Man, what drugs am I on?" He muttered, pulling his shirt off.
  His ribcage was badly bruised, he was lucky he didn't crack a rib. Night had a habit of "accidentally" breaking his bones. Seriously, he's counted a total of 7 times she has broken his ribs. He noticed he was not nearly as built as he formally was. Out of curiosity, he held his palm out. After a few seconds, dark energy danced across his palm.
  "Damn," Jason muttered. "Guess I'm not that lucky."
  He put his mask back on, the familiar feeling calming his nerves. Night had been keeping his focused and not screaming in confusion. Imagine waking up, and finding out another person had been in your body for four years. Luckily this person was apparently not a criminal, so yay.
  "Hey Skull-" Night opened the door then froze.
  He looked down and noticed his shirt was still off. This wasn't the first time, but it certainly was still awkward. Jason opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
  "Um..." She said, not moving.
  "Listen I know I'm gorgeous," Jason said, "but please, some privacy."
  With a snort from Night, the door slid shut. He blushed heavily, his face heating up. It was nice being back, but his old habits were still being remembered. Jason slipped into his armor, the familiarity making him feel somewhat normal. He was still missing something...scythe. Jason headed out the door, putting a few gadgets in his belt. Brian was sitting in the main lounge on a rolling chair, Night wrapping his hand up. He spotted his scythe in a glass case near Brian.
  "Woah," Brian looked up at him as Jason walked by, "that's a cool costume. I think he has some serious competition with you, Night."
  "First off, don't call me that." Night said harshly, "second, he made both of ours."
  "Never thought you as the artistic type," Brian craned his neck to look at Jason.
  "I'm not," Jason replied, taking his scythe out if the case.
  "That's your weapon?" Brian widened his eyes, "damn that is cool."
  "So you're not mad at me?" Jason put the scythe in the sheath on his back.
  "You're still the same person," Brian frowned, "and it's pretty clear your personality is exactly the same."
  "I wouldn't be so sure," Jason leaned back against the wall.
  "Do you kill people too?" Brian questioned.
  "Well," Jason contemplated for a moment, "yes...but not as often as the person casting your hand."
  "That makes me feel so calm," Brian glanced nervously down at Night.
  Night simply smirked at Brian, standing up. She pushed Brian's rolling chair across the room towards a computer. Night walked up to Jason, smiling for once.
  "You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked her, cracking his knuckles.
  "It's night time," Night replied, "so yes."
  "That sounded dirty."
  "You're about to get amnesia again, from me."
  "Please no," Jason whispered, "I think we should show Brian over there what a real dual looks like."
  "Night Dragon vs Black Skull-"
  "Your superhero name is Night Dragon?" He interrupted her.
  "Kind of, Brian calls me that."
  "Not very catchy..." Jason gets punch in the gut.
  "C'mon," Night turns on her voice changer, "let's do this."