The young people at the next table were talking about their big idea again. Their grande statement. Andi thinks she overheard one of them talk about a Manifesto, but he was overruled. That was just crazy talk. Apparently.
Andi found out about this place through her Undernet account. List of Speakeasies. Her mom (not her bio, her real mom) thought it might be beneficial to meet some peers. This wasn't specifically a bar for the cast-off children of the Criminal Fraternity, but a few blurbs had mentioned Legs and Andre Luthor visited regularly. Andi and her mom both thought it might be valuable to meet them; Andi had expanded this to include the coterie of young Villain Orphans that had started to gather around Andre. But, she was shy. She sat near enough to eavesdrop, but not too near.
She sipped her concoction of orange sorbet, lime cordial, and grape soda, and listened. She was one of them... she just hadn't introduced herself. A "klatch" as she opened her latches on her briefcase drew some curious glances. Andi lowered her eyes and pretended not to notice. Despite sitting down, it was fairly easy to tell that she was a very large woman; not fat, just tall and solid. Glasses with heavy white rims framed pale blue eyes. Her hair is pure white, and pulled into a tight ponytail that bounces gently above the collar to her suit jacket. Some might judge her to be in her late 20s, based on her conservative suit jacket. Others note a waifishness about the eyes, and peg her for "barely 20." The truth was that physically, her body was exactly, and forevermore 25 years... but her calender age was a puny 5.
Andi pulled a letter from the briefcase, which she had read before, and intended to read again. The letter was from the Internal Revenue Service. They were impressed with her academic credentials, and her references were impeccable. Her lips moved slightly, as she read. Although she had only been reading a scant 3 years, she was not a poor reader. Her lips moved, because of the intensity she poured into her reading; she wanted the letter to say something different than it said. What it was telling her, after expressing admiration for her credentials... was that as a Federal Agency, it was necessary for a background check to be above reproach. Her "unfortunate association" with the Supervillains Dr. Sivana and Killer Frost made it necessary, and legal, for them to reject her application.
She did not want any association with Supervillains. She just wanted to take the numbers, and force them to make sense. Her mouth twisted, and her teeth chewed on the words that were telling her that she couldn't have her Numbers.
Mortified, Andi realized that she was standing now, with an expression of rage on her face. She was about to sit down, in embarrassment, but abruptly changed her mind. She had shattered her anonymity with a burst of rage, and she wasn't going to be able to just sit down and pretend it didn't happen now. Instead, she approached the group, the Villain Orphans.
In addition to her natural height, she is wearing quite high heals. That, and the sweep of her pony-tail puts her at damn near seven feet tall. The short pencil skirt she is wearing reveals some rounded coiled-steel muscles in her legs, and her shoulders are very broad. She has been something of a regular at The Darkside for a over a month, so most of you recognize her. Her physical attributes made it a good guess that she's a metahuman, too... but this is the first time she's spoken to any of you. "I want in."
She shakes the letter she had been reading, which not surprisingly has become somewhat crumpled in her fist. "If I make my parents go to jail, they will see. They can't say I have an unfortunate association anymore! Then I can have my job." She shakes the letter again, as if it were a rioting peasant's pitchfork. "I want this!"