Marek Simpson, aka the Red Lightning, was racing through the streets of Dawn City, dressed as he heroic persona, he was out patrolling for crime. More specifically, he was looking for his friend Justin, aka Forceman. Rumor had it, Justin had been patrolling a circus where people had been mysteriously gone missing. When Justin was a no show for a study date with his girlfriend Anna Sullivan, he started to worry. It wasn't like Justin to stand Anna up.
So here he was, racing through the city at superspeed in his skin tight, red and golden yellow tights. He came to a halt at the site of the deserted circus. He looked around. Where on earth could Justin have gone?
Sudden, Marek felt something hit him hard in the back. Stumbling, he looked behind him and to his amazement, he saw Justin standing there. At least, he thought it was his friend Justin. His buddy was wearing the strangest get up and had the goofiest look on his face. His golden hair was bleached and Justin looked like a clown.
"Justin?" the curly haired hero question. What he got was a stretchy fist to the face. He was convinced this wasn't Justin but a look alike. Red Lightning ran forward throwing a punch at the clown. However, he was shocked to see his punch only caused the clown's head to stretch impossibly far back before flying back and headbutting the red clad before.
The force of the counter attack was so strong it sent Red Lightning hurling into the tent, where a new trap laid in waiting. Using the fast momentum Red Lightning up-righted himself and landed on his feet. He looked up just in time to see the clown glide into the tent and land in front of him.
"Ok you rubberized clown, you're going down!" Just as he was about to come speeding forward, he tripped.
"What the-?" Red Lightning was cut off at the site of his feet clued to the floor. More specifically, neatly spread out super-sticky adhesive tape. He was surprised. This kind of trapped had only been used once and he had only told his friends about this.
Before he had time to contemplate on this, he looked up to see Kid Clown's rubbery body stretch out and wrap around him. His right arm was bound to his chest, his left pulled taught against his back. His legs bound together and his head was pulled back. He struggled against the living straight jacket and before he could yell out, a rubbery hand stretched and covered his entire face. The pressure of the hand pressing his golden mask create some pain to his eyes.
He never heard Jester Lord sneaking up to him until the hand pulled back, knocking his mask off, and knock out gas stray was blasted straight into his face.
Marek fell limp in Kid Clown's folded body and felt vulnerable to Jester Lord's next plot.