Welcome to Pulse the club where superheroes go when they're tired of pretending to be superheroes.

A 24/7 supe nightclub towering over Midtown Manhattan. Bone-rattling hardstyle, blinding lasers, famous DJs, designer drugs strong enough to kill a normal human, and hundreds of supes looking to drink, dance, hook up, get high, or forget who they're supposed to be until morning.

Powers are allowed. Clothes are optional. Cameras are locked. Privacy is absolute.

Celebrity heroes drink beside nobodies. Civilians beg outside for a supe to bring them in. Ten private rooms line the walls with no cameras and no questions asked, while luxury penthouses overlook Manhattan from above.

You might find Velocity at the VIP bar, Golden Boy getting wasted with Sound Sonic, or someone you've only ever seen smiling on television doing something their sponsors would pay millions to bury.

What happens at Pulse stays at Pulse.

Just pay for what you break.

And don't with the camera lock.