COMICS THAT ALMOST WERE, #3
Late in 1983, artist/photographer/friend Brett Breeding approached me about the possibility of co-creating a new character to wear the « Nighthawk » title. The previous Nighthawk, Kyle Richmond, was busy being dead at the time, so the name was available. And with updated abilities and a few novel twists, we figured we could develop an interesting and entertaining addition to Marvel’s ever-expanding roster of costumed heroes.
Initially working with editor-in-chief Jim Shooter, who gave us the go-ahead to come up with a pitch, Brett and I held several skull sessions which produced a 2-part origin story. Part 1 (see first illustration, a Brett Breeding pencil sketch): Cole Richmond, a young man distantly related to the late Kyle Richmond, has seemingly found his niche in life as a member of a well-organized gang of street-savvy thieves headquartered in Manhattan’s Bowery. The group is organized and overseen by Billy Fagan, who had become a mentor and father figure to Cole. This leads to jealousy in fellow thief Malicayang Koreo, master of the Philippine Balisong, or butterfly knife. Koreo had seen himself as Fagan’s favorite until Cole came along. In truth, Koreo had lost favor because of his quick temper and tendency towards violence.
Koreo makes a deal with the #2 boss of the local Mob, to kill the #1 boss so she can take his place. The plan also allows Koreo to frame Cole for the murder, thus killing two birds with one stone. Koreo then kills Fagan out of spite. Wanted by both cops and The Mob, the street smart but inexperienced Cole finds himself tracked and trapped and about to be captured, when he’s unexpectedly saved by Hobson Tweed, an ex-special forces Brit who owed Kyle Richmond his life. (See second illustration, the cast by Ron Frenz.)
Tweed takes Cole under his wing (so to speak), and at the mothballed Richmond estate reveals background as well as prototype Nighthawk gear. He’d promised Kyle to find a successor, but unfortunately the serum that gave Kyle his Nighthawk abilities only works on those who share Richmond DNA, and Cole was the imperfect but only available subject. Left alone, Cole decides to try the serum. He takes a sip but feels nothing. So he chugs the whole bottle. When Tweed returns he finds Cole trying to lift a roll-top desk, and failing. Tweed then explains that the serum provides great strength, but that effect is suppressed by sunlight. Therefore, the user is truly exceptional only at night. And he’s a little concerned that Cole drank a lot more than he should have.
Cole accepts combat training from Tweed, thinking it’s a good way to increase his odds for survival. But he gets his chance to try his new skills when Koreo tracks him down and attacks Richmond Hall. Part 1 ends with Cole about to die as Tweed tsk-tsks in the background: « Sorry, Kyle, I did me best… »
Part 2: Cole calls on desperation, determination, and improvisation to avoid Koreo’s blades, and eventually fends the attacker off. Tweed decides that Cole might not have the polish or experience he’ll need to serve as Nighthawk, but does seem to possess the will and inner strength to at least give him a chance. Later, the two attend Fagan’s funeral–and are attacked by Koreo, who’s backed by special powered Mob soldiers. Cole tries to fight but soon feels weak as a kitten. It seems the massive dose of Nighthawk serum actually saps his strength in daylight! Tweed wades in with his military skills and keeps Cole alive until convenient storm clouds block the sun and return enough Nighthawk power to help the two good-guys win the day.
In the aftermath Cole sees the grim results of the Mob’s uncaring violence, as first responders tend to wounded and dying mourners. He understands now that with great power comes great responsibility (thanks, Stan!). This isn’t responsibility he necessarily wanted, and his « great power » is actually a hinderance in daytime, but he mans-up and agrees to be Nighthawk. So with Tweed as his burly Kato to Cole’s Green Hornet, he sets out to learn how to be a super hero.
Oh, and at the end of Part 2 the new Mob boss is contacted by the man who is her boss: Justin Hammer!
The first plot was submitted to Marvel on December 14, 1983. It was approved, and a full script was turned in to Jim Shooter on April 16, 1984. A plot for issue #2 was submitted on July 24, 1984–and there the project started to unravel. Finding the right artist proved to be a daunting task, and even when Ron Frenz was enthusiastically brought on board, his prior commitments made progress a slow process. Eventually, the administration at Marvel changed, and the new folks in charge had their own directions they wanted to pursue. And so Nighthawk died. Again.
We decided to try again years later (after another administration change), got an editor interested, and sent in our revised proposal on February 26, 1997. (See third illustration, by Frenz & Breeding.) After waiting a reasonable time without a response, we contacted the editor for an update. We’re still waiting for it. (And, no, I’ll name no names.)
So there you have it: another Adventure In Creating Comics!