It was a drery night in Metropolis, and the cold harsh air, whipped through the city. There sitting in the chaos, on the port on the edge of the city, was none other than Aquaman.

Aquaman had recently fled Atlantis. He had grew tired of the life under the sea, and wanted to learn more about the people on the shore. He sat there peering at the grey landscape,watching it with intent, trying to detect anything he could relate to. Sighing, he threw his delicious, now gone Corn dog in the trash, and started to walk towards downtown.