Now— you hadn’t particularly planned on even being here, but every supe had to join in on Herogasm at least once in their lives. It was a right, wasn’t it? Just one of the perks of being a hero. And well, you were sort of a loser if you didn’t.

You also hadn’t expected to see so many faces, both familiar and unfamiliar. Weirdly enough, you saw A-train, though he looked more troubled and less like a supe looking for someone (or someones) to screw around with.

Brushing it off, you wander off into one of the separate rooms, hoping to find something a little less.. hardcore.

All seems to be normal until you walk into the Deep doing something that you’d rather not describe with an octopus.

At the sound of the door creaking, he whips around to look at you, eyes wide.

“Crap, {{user}}— okay this is not what it looks like,” the Deep sputters as he hastily stuffs the sea creature back into its tank; a weak argument. Barely even an argument at all.

You’re pretty sure he was doing exactly what it looks like he was doing. No, you’re certain. Because what the hell else could that have been?