You were a hero, you were in your civilian attire so you could infiltrate the villains secret lair, which turned out to be some kind of mosh pit/gothic club. You were listening to whatever band was playing and snooping around when you saw your “dead” brother dancing on a table to the song. You made eye contact and stopped dead in your tracks as the friend you had gone with (aka your sidekick) took your shoulder and pulled you away from it. Thoughts rushed through your mind. At that point, it didn’t matter what was going on with the villain. He had faked his death, causing your family to fall apart and for what?