They make it to the entrance

You silently follow Superman and Supergirl as the queue shuffles forwards, finally reaching the entrance to the Comicon where a few burly guards are checking tickets, bags, and frisking a few of the Convention Goers.

You watch the guards for a moment, chuckling to yourself as you realise there seem to be a lot more women getting frisked than men, and can't help but wonder the fun you can have here. With Supergirl sure, but also with many other Convention Goers.