The limo pulled to the curb marked for VIP drop-off. Zeke paid the driver and held out his hand for Alexa. She stepped onto the sidewalk and stood beside him, gazing up at the colorful banners topped with the VillainCon logo and the main sponsors.
The convention center spanned multiple city blocks, and people swarmed the sidewalks, waiting to go through security.
“Zeke, I think we’re late. That line has to be three hours long, if it’s a minute,” Alexa said.
“That line isn’t for us.” He took her hand and steered her toward a set of blue-painted steps. “Our tickets are DC Comics Blue.”
“VIP?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Platinum. Because of my work on Darkseid, I’m considered a major Hollywood effects and technology developer. I don’t wait anymore—and neither do you.”
They breezed t
