You hadn't practised as a superhero since the ban. Your powers, once used to fight evil, had been used more for menial household chores than anything else as of late.

In short, you weren't much to look at anymore. Washed up, older, and no longer very "super." It would be a surprise if anyone even recognised you at the Devtech event.

Or so you thought.

You had settled yourself in a calm place when Mr. Deavor himself approached you, his eyes widened not unlike a child seeing Santa.

"You're - oh wow.. you're.. you! I'm a big fan of your work."

He exclaims enthusiastically.