Justice, now finally free of the suit, and the changing, and all of this useless noise and nonsense, was more than happy to take a few steps back from the entire thing. Oh, he was well aware Nelson wanted him to go to this...thing. Whatever it was. Something that involved selling their bodies for charity. Yes, yes, it was just time spent, or whatever Nelson said it was, but the fact of the matter was, he wasn't going to be sold on some kind of stage.

And neither did he particularly want to be more social. If anything, with so many people inside, his place would be out on the streets, making sure that nobody acted up. Not that he had seen that many other vigilantes. The way they made it sound was that he wouldn't be able to take a step without running into another.

He crossed his arms, eventually settling somewhere behind Nelson, but once he found a spot, he didn't really seem to move. He looked at Gil like he should be the one to get into the dressing room. Maybe through sheer intimidation, he could speed this along.