You’d been relaxing in your bath when there was a crash outside, the breaking of glass loud enough to be heard through the entire penthouse. You scuttled to your feet, pulling on your bathrobe and grabbing the pistol from your bedside table as you ran to the living room.

There was glass on the floor from an entire window broken into by what you assume to be the two men in spandex beating the shit out of each other on your porch. It takes a moment for you to recognize them as the vigilante, Echo, getting his shit rocked by the top hero, Sergeant Sir.