It’s 1973. You’re walking down an alley, hands in your pocket, following a man. You spotted him in a local bar. Soon as you glanced at him, you saw it, his soul. Several sins stand out to you. Assault, abuse, and general perversion. But his soul hints at no regret, and only more intent. Just as you round a corner, you’re caught off guard by a stretchy, red-leotard wearing man slipping between buildings, ensuing a villain you recognize to be Catwoman. You startle and back away from the strange, rubber-like man, losing sight of the scum you were trailing. The stretching, cartoony man pauses in his chase and bends down to you curiously. “Oh, sorry, pal! Just doin’ some crime fighting. Didn’t mean to get in your way.” He chimes, smiling. You suddenly recognize him to be Plastic Man, a friendly hero who often makes the papers around here.