The Daily Planet

OOC: Didn't even ask about everyone else's names...

IC:

Pyro: The whole villain gig just didn't work out for me. My personal change started when I realised that there ain't nothin' for no one in villainy. Everyone loses. All these years, I've been too blind to see that the one's we hurt are you and me. (*Pretending like he didn't just quote gangsta's paradise, he says*) There's something about heroism that's just so appealing, and I wanted that.

Phantom Lantern: Thanks Pyro, yeah I agree. For me personally, I spent years of my life training to be a hero, a member of the Green Lantern Corps, and so pretty soon into my career in villainy, i just thought "what am I doing?" 'Cause, you know, I'd strayed so far from my path that I realised that I was seriously in the wrong, and I needed to change.

Talon: I used to serve the Court of Owls, but they had no regard for honour. I saw that too long I had spent my solemn, lonely years in servitude of an honourless group. I received an offer from Clayfa -- Captain Clay, that offered a glimmer of hope. An opportunity yo serve the people with nobility and honour.

Captain Clay: When I became the amorphous glob you see before you, I was bitter. I suffer from the effects of a Joker toxin. I was angry, too. Angry at the Joker. Angry at Batman for not taking action. And that's when I realised that the heroes we revere today are not good enough. They aren't doing all they should. We need more. And we're in serious trouble when "villains" have to pick up the slack. So we're picking up the slack. We're going to be the heroes the heroes never were. I mentioned earlier that I was angry with Batman. For those who do not know, I worked in Gotham before and after my... incident. After, as Clayface. Before, as officer in the GCPD. Clark, as a reporter in the esteemed Daily Planet, you'll understand that perhaps the most intriguing aspect of heroes is there secret identities. And it is in this field that we intend to surpass the current capes. *Clayface stands as his clay-like form retreats to reveal a bald man, dark of skin and determined of face. He wears his street clothes.* My name is Ethan Bennett.