"Neon!": Roxy arrives in Las Vegas and meets with an old friend of hers, a bouncer named Poet (so named because he speaks only in verse), who tells her that her old flame Tommy Ray Chatham is still carrying a torch for her and has gotten a new arsenal so he can
- I'd die of embarrassment if some dweeb with a lame name like 'Neon' killed me!
- — Superboy
Appearing in "Neon!"
- Neon (Only appearance; dies)
- Ira Gamboli (Cameo)
Synopsis for "Neon!"
Roxy arrives in Las Vegas and meets with an old friend of hers, a bouncer named Poet (so named because he speaks only in verse), who tells her that her old flame Tommy Ray Chatham is still carrying a torch for her and has gotten a new arsenal so he can go up against Superboy. The Kid has followed Roxy to Vegas, but before he can track her down he is attacked by Tommy Ray, who now calls himself Neon. The freak is insanely jealous about Roxy and manages to knock out the Boy of Steel before making an exit. Roxy takes the Kid to Poet's girlfriend's place, Sell, before going after Neon on her own, determined to be the one to end it. When the Kid wakes up, Sell tells him where she went off to.
Roxy finds Neon at an old gas station they used to hang out at and he tries to get her to come back to him. When she tells him to get lost, he threatens her, but SB is on scene and he mixes it up with Neon. Having learned the nature of Neon's electric powers the first time, Superboy easily takes down the two bit villain. Enraged, Neon overloads and the gas station blows up.
Rox tells SB that she wanted to deal with Tommy Ray beacuse she is planning on attending the police academy. Superboy tells her how happy he is for her.
Back on the islands, Rex meets with Mr. Gambolli who says that Rex will no longer be in his debt if he delivers the Kid into an ambush with Gambolli's fighter, who looks a lot like Valor.
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