[Luke's music](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6kmOyaONbA)

While his head bobbed up and down to the beat Luke Thomas was in the middle of pulling his Lamboghini into a parking spot.  Top floor of a five story parking structure that was adjacent to his destination.  After letting the song finish (He blames the original Plastic Man for his new found love for gangsta hip hop) Luke killed the engine with a turn of the keys before stepping out.  Looking like the billionaire he was as he adjusted the skinny red tie of his collared shirt and pressed dark gray pants.  That along with a pair of shades he got fairly recently after he lost a pair where ever it was he lost it.  Coffee shop maybe?  Who knows, plus it wasn't a super expensive one so he didn't mind.

As Luke strolled down and towards the building of his interests at the moment.  He got the occasional greeting and friendly response to his presence.  He smiled, greeted back, gave a young kid an autograph on his ball cap when he asked.  Luke could still remember a time when he was afraid to go down these sort of streets, as nice as they were, because of hecklers and teasing.  Turns out getting your confidence and saving the world a few times over fixes those kinds of problems, who knew?

After getting cleared by security at the office building entrance and taking the elevator up Luke didn't get much time when he got to his floor for things to get hectic.  “Luke HR called they were wondering if you could do Fallon on Thursday night?”  “Here sign this, its the release form for the new commericals.”  “Luke you got a moment?  We got some candidates that need a once over...”

“Yeah yeah listen one at a time here, I'm elastic but I'm not a multitasker!”  Luke joked as he put his shades into his shirt's pocket.  “Here come into my office so I can tackle these one at a time.”  Luke paused, scratching his chin before looking back over at the first person who had something for him.  “Did Fallon want me to sing or something when I go on there?”

“Actually his challenging you to Twister...”

Luke chuckled, “Alright I'm game.  Let their people know its a deal.”

Luke finished the rest of the immediate business as he slid down into his office chair.  Sighing in relief as he slipped back upright to log onto his computer.  Since all that business with the robot president lady, Luke started up a non-profit organization.  It was something he wanted to do for a long time, but never found the time or courage to really set up.  But now, the 'Heroes Among Us' foundation was a big success so far.  The goal was something Luke could really understand.  Kids who are in domestically abusing homes either physically or emotionally, either given assistance in getting a better home through adoption or getting the help their parents need to be better.  So far the stories coming from the organization's work have been quite positive.  He was able to talk some of the other superheroes into helping with ads, as well as the big celebrity or two.

All this work though has come at a cost, in the time his spent with his organization Luke's actual time as Plastic Man as dwindled.  After a while Luke stopped staying at the new, and quite nice, base his teammates have.  Just staying downtown in his personal condo and occasionally stopping by to visit.  Heck Luke couldn't even remember when he had put on his Plastic Man costume last.  He wondered about it for a moment as he stared at the framed costume he wore when Tomorrow Woman's whole attack happened.  The few scrapes and tears in it being ones he could remember when they happened with strangely perfect memory.  

Luke's thought process though quickly changed when he got an email about some other PR possibilities for the organization's near future.  Ones he would be involved in and ones he wouldn't.  Luke thought for a moment before starting into his response.  A superhero's work is never done is it?