<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Booster_Gold_v.2_32_virgin.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140613214714)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Michael John Carpenter<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Booster Gold<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batwoman, Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Superboy, White Canary, Atom<br/><hr/><br/>Booster Gold sat in his penthouse, staring at the Television. Not to long ago from his personal clock, he'd only really watched TV when he was on it. Even then, it was usually because he taped the appearances. But ever since he'd come back, he'd found he had more time on his hands. With the loss of his company... and his decision to scale back on heroism... well. He had more time. And this Netflix thing? It was great! Right now, he'd queued up an old documentary on himself. As he watched it... he felt the old itch. What he called the itch to do good. Most would claim it was the itch to be admired, have people astounded with him. But to Booster, they were mostly one and the same. He turned the channel... his ability to know what would happen out the window now. The history he knew was gone, dead with five good people he failed. Booster reached for the bottle of Whiskey, and missed it, hitting the remote instead. It changed to the news... showing the standoff outside the Gotham Bank.<br/><br/>He looked out his window, able to see the play of the spotlight. Looking between the bottle and the lights... Booster made his decision. At least for tonight, he wasn't going to be the burnt out drunk, Michael John Carpenter. He was going to be Booster Gold. A minute later, he rose into the sky, a Blue and Gold suited glory, a smile across his face. Booster Gold always smiled. Booster zipped through the air, soaring to the site of the Bank. He landed on the ground, and extended his Forcefield, stopping one of the flying cop cars from slamming across the street into a nearby building. He then delivers a Booster Shot® to the vine, attempting to slice it in half. A full force blast was enough to break through solid concrete.<br/><br/>"Poison Ivy! This is Booster Gold! Stop where you are with your hands, plants, and other appendages raised above your head, as well as your goons. If you do not comply, I will have no choice but to restrain you via force."