June 1960. The Fundraiser.

[niteowl_i]

I still couldn't figure out how I got talked into this. Byron had said, oh, come on, Nelly's going, and we both knew we'd never hear the end of it if we didn't make an appearance but...god, I hated things like this. Roomful of people staring at me like I was some sort of curiosity, like a performer. It made my skin itch. I couldn't even imagine how this new hero, Doctor Manhattan, felt. Blue skin had to kill all your chances of blending into the crowd.

I glanced around the room again, and shook my head. I'd give it another hour, then leave, do a quick patrol before going home.