Mark was in the middle of whispering something into the bartender's ear when Len asked for the television to be turned up. It definitely caught his attention, so he took a slow sip of his beer and watched. He assumed New York had capes, most cities had a few, but he didn't think there'd be that many damn capes concentrated in one place. Sure they came from all over, and Mark knew the benefits of teaming up, but that would just make their tussles bigger if they got into trouble.
He sat up straighter in his chair when he noticed a rather large fellow on screen. He was wielding a hammer and, from the looks of it, summoning a large amount of lightning.