The Samaritan cruised at just under the speed of sound, in order not to cause a sonic boom as he passed between glass and metal skyscrapers. People on the street level pointed up, wondering which celebrity superhero it could be, none of them yelled 'Samaritan' because he was the farthest thing from the public eye. The press was only interested in the newest hottest young superheroes that they can exploit and use to market their brand name.<br/><br/>Black Sentinel, whom was Blackie; Samaritan's teammate back in the Ultrayouth's days; all grown up and inhabiting his mentor's mantle. He was popularized for being extremely brutal and the populace loved violence almost as much as the craved sex. News recently reported that his archnemesis, The Laughing Man, killed Black Sentinel's most recent sidekick in any act of revenge for Black Sentinel's marring of his face, it had been in the paper for weeks and now he was holding tryouts for a new Sidekick. The streets were abuzz with the names of possible younger superheroes whom were pinning for the spot, and American Idol for superheroes.<br/><br/>The thought sickened Samaritan, he'd come up ol' school , back when SideKicks came up through the ranks and paid their dues, now they were just disposable media fodder. Win a contest, get a costume redesign and a new nickname and poof, your a sidekick. It was no wonder they died off so much now, the kids had no real training, sure they had weird new powers, but no real training on how to use them. Instead they study at how to pose seductively for paparazzi and practice non-regional diction so when they spout their PR approved catchphrases it reads well. It was the exact reason the Samaritan had never taken on a Sidekick, he simply never saw one that really impressed him, not to mention all their convoluted power sets. What happened to the good old Archetypal superman/woman? Now -a-days they all had some barely usable abstract ideologies for powers, it was really quite a shame.<br/><br/>The Samaritan needed something to take his mind off why he even came here in the first place. The city was no longer his place and he felt as alienated being here, but he had made a promise, and his word was something he didn't break. Down by the docks, he dropped out of the air and landed smoothly. The large red clad superman strut across the bay to a massive boulder. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and then lifted the hundred ton rock to expose a secret staircase, he quickly slipped inside and replaced the rock with little to no effort.<br/><br/>The Samaritan was familiar with this entrance, Maybe only he and the person he was meeting here were strong enough to actually lift the rock that blocked the entrance.  The tunnel lead out under the bay into a secret lair whose doomed glass ceiling looked up from through the bay's murky depths.  The Supervillianess , Vadra Prime. Her large amazon frame was clad in leather corset and thong bottom. Her thigh high leather boots stopping just below the white lace top or her silk stockings.  Vadra 's long straight black hair was pulled up into a tight bun and her domino mask covered her dark set eyes. She was know as a goddess of battle and her powers were close to the Samaritan's own, ironically so were their desires.