"And the best part is that she never noticed!"

Chuckling at his own joke, Don Damarque glanced out of the Taxi's window as they parked in front of the rather imposing Luthorcorp building. With a swift goodbye he opened the door, a practise returning the picture of his daughter to it's rightful place in his wallet. Stepping out of the cab he made sure to pay the driver before turning towards the titanic construct of steel and glass. The smile faded from his face as he gazed up at the Luthorcorp tower. It towered over the surrounding buildings, stainless and perfect like something from some science fiction movie. This building was owned by Alex Luthor, the man who would determine Don's future. This realisation did nothing to diminish the structure's natural aura of intimidation. A perhaps unintentional side effect of it's size.

As he stepped forward, he mentally reviewed how he'd managed to get at this point. Not two years ago he was just a middle-aged accountant, a single cog in the machine of society. In that time he had become many different things, but most prominently he had become a monster. A man who had forsaken his humanity in exchange for the life of his only daughter. A selfish wish, granted by a fickle god. Even now he did not know whether or not he regretted his actions on that fateful day, but what he did know is that he had been given a second chance. When the rest of the world wanted him dead, the Dark Knight, Batman, had seen the man in him. He could never wash the blood of the innocent off his hands, but he could spend his life saving others. While he might never truly atone for what he had done, the least he could do was to use the gifts that had been given to him in service of the world. And that started here, with the Luthercorp building and this new team of superheroes. His second chance.

Taking in a deep breath, he walked through the building's revolving doors. A secretary noted down his name and told him to wait. He took a seat on a clean plastic chair in a marble-and-steel room. Sunlight filtered in through a series of large windows that lent the waiting area an air of levity, of open spaces. He appreciated it. It helped him suppress the doubts that seemed to have taken hold of his stomach. A short eternity later, or a mere twelve minutes according to the clock, other heroes began to filter in. A lady in green wearing metal bracers, reminiscent of Wonder Woman. Another girl clad in a large brown cloak, who smelled of smoke. The last to arrive was a metal-clad creature that barely looked human, although Don wasn't one to judge. It seemed these were the people that he would be fighting alongside, the other heroes in his team. They certainly looked the part, fancy outfits and inhuman physique. As for himself Don felt slightly out of place, nervously rubbing his hands and smoothing his greying hair.

Smiling as he carefully cleaned his glasses, Don chose to address the assembled crew of heroes. "Ah, hello. My name is Don, Don Damarque, very pleased to meet you. I'm, eh, I'm also a hero. Here for the, eh.. the meeting." He smiled sheepishly, hoping he was not making all too big a fool out of himself.