Once again the middle of the day finds the young "villains of the future" sitting around a table in the seedy bar in the Suicide Slums of Metropolis. Small twinges of guilt pick at some of your consciences. Shouldn't you be out doing something? Sure these days spent loafing, drinking, spending Lex's money were fun and all, but they weren't driving home the point you wanted to make to your parents and mentors. Where was the rebellion? Where was the heroism that would stick in their collective craw...assuming creatures like The Brain had a craw. Heck, what in the name of Superman's dirty shorts was a craw anyway?
So, without any real direction, you sat listening to the debate between the Audit and the Muscle over who was cooler, Superman-blue, Superman-red, classic Superman or that odd phase the man of steel went through where he was sporting a mullet.
And how the heck did he get a haircut anyway? Kryptonite scissors? And who was his barber?
Every now and then, Legs would walk by, clear out old glassware and plop down new drinks. It was hard not to notice the envious looks thrown their way by the other patrons. The Darkside was a bar where badguys went to drown their sorrows. Most of that sorrow was brought on by a lack of financing, so unlike you, many at the bar, Crazy Quilts' gang, the Madmen, Dr. Phosphorus, etc. had no money to really tie one on. In fact, the only person present who wasn't jealous was the pornstar looking guy camped out in a booth in a back corner. He drank for free. He drank a lot. Legs and Irv never cut him off though and never charged him.
Once upon a time, one of you had broached the subject with Legs and she just shrugged. "His name is Vartox. One night, Metallo got a little rowdy and started to bust up the joint. Vartox tossed him out on his kryptonite powered buttocks, with a stern warning to never come back. For saving my bar...he drinks for free."
After about an hour of grousing, drinking and cards, a report comes in off the television that catches your attention:
"This is Cat Grant reporting. With Superman away on Justice League business, Metropolis' Motor City business district is in trouble. As you can see behind me, several creatures, which look like biblical demons are wreaking havoc at the auto dealerships. While there is a lot of mayhem, the majority of the attack seems to be focused on a small used car dealership, Funky Rides."
Feel free to ease your character up to the "critical moment" or simply respond to the crisis. Everyone whose characters are ready to roll, may begin now.
