You were attending a charity gala that was being held by some snooty rich people in the city, filled with simple minded people who were simply there to look nice and appear great to the others around them. None of them really cared.

However, the event was crashed by heroes who were spewing nonsense about the League of Villains being somewhere in the building. Surely not, you thought.

People were frantic, gathering their stuff to leave. You weren’t supposed to be here either— if they caught you, they’d arrest you.

Your world came crashing down when you rounded a corner, bumping heads with a certain someone you hadn’t seen for years.