It's evening. After flying around, Beetle is on top of a tall building, sitting at the edge with his legs dangling off. He narrows his eyes as he scans the streets below for criminals, active first responders, or anything out of the ordinary. But there’s nothing. Just the usual pedestrians doing the usual stuff. They don’t even know he’s up here. He kicks his legs languidly, letting his heels hit against the steel of the skyscraper.

'C’mon villains. Come out and play' Beetle thought.