Around town, hundreds of flyers went up, advertising a strange event.
Are you Anti-Serum? Villainous? Suicidal? If you are any combination of the above three, you're invited tomorrow night to a very special event at the Bueller Stadium. The Blue Ace: You know him, you love(hate?) him, and he will be here to answer all your kicks, punches, and grievances in person! Think you have what it takes to go one on one with the Lightning Man himself? Then BE THERE!
Oliver read the poster in disbelief, clutching it as he crossed the street. He turned to May and asked "See why I don't want this guy around now?"
"Not really." She replied.
"He's a show off." He said. "He does theatrical crap like this, and people are going to get hurt. Tomorrow night I'm heading down there to put him in his place."
"I thought we were watching Death at a Funeral?"
"What?" Oliver asked, dumbfounded. "Oh shit, that's right. Listen, can it wait?"
"No." May said, covering Noah's ears as Oliver cursed. "But, you can make it up to me by taking me along to the arena."
"Why?" Oliver asked.
"Have you seen some of the stuff those villains go into combat with?" May asked somewhat rhetorically. "Just imagine what I could pull off if I got my hands on that tech!"
"Fine, fine." Oliver said to cut her off. "You can go if you'll stop foaming at the mouth like you are now."